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Rex isn’t going to break.
And he’s certainly not going to break for you. The last time was an anomaly. He’d heard so much about you. He was tired. Things had been rough. He hadn’t prepared himself for a challenge. Such a small amount of pain was nothing.
You’d just taken him by surprise. That was all.
That was all.
*
Rex hangs beautifully from your ceiling. You didn’t plan to tie him up elaborately, which you think denotes a level of care he hasn’t earned yet. But Tech, who usually leaves you to your own whims with the other men, had a number of ‘suggestions’ for your time with Rex. That was certainly a very interesting development.
“There is no reason to be gentle with Rex,” Tech had said. “He’s more than capable of enduring even the ministrations of Fennec, were she here.”
“So I should pretend I’m Fennec?” You were lying in his arms, your fingers playing along his bare chest.
“I would certainly be curious to see what you are…like if you were to…let yourself go.”
“Really?” Tech often chides you about being too careful with Hunter and Crosshair.
“Quite.”
So now Rex hangs from the ceiling, the rig he’d been so interested in last time holding his strong arms spread, his hands grasping at the rope. His ankles are attached to a spreader bar, and he tries to keep balance on the balls of his feet. Your bindings are mostly decorative, a pretty pattern along his forearms, a spider’s web along his back anchoring the rope that outlines his muscular chest.
You swish the flogger in your hand. You’re very fond of it. It’s an excellent way to start, and it builds up pain in slow layers beautifully. For the most part, you only ever use it on ass and thighs, but now you venture beyond that, letting the leather warm and redden Rex’s battle-scarred back and chest. He hasn’t made any noise, and you don’t expect him to.
He arrived late the night before. He didn’t come to you until almost the afternoon when they all appeared. You didn’t think much of it until you realized they must have been having a meeting, and you tamped down your anxiety about them leaving, the first time since Tech’s injuries. You don’t ask about their plans or where they are going. Knowing wouldn’t make you less tense; knowing would probably make the temptation to involve yourself too much.
So instead, you take that nervous energy out on Rex.
You study him, his face impassive, bruises of various ages already marking him, the tense way he holds himself, ready to spring into some sort of action, ready for danger and warfare.
Rex is defiant. He doesn’t understand that there is a difference between breaking and surrender, that submission is more than allowing you to add your marks on and in his body.
The others know this. They need to submit, to let go. They come to you open and ready; they trust you to take them to places of comfort and relief and release. Even Tech has found this headspace with you.
But Rex is here to fight. He’s doing this because the others do. Rex was on the precipice of understanding the last time he was with you, but he’s retreated, built up unnecessary defenses. He’s ready to show you that, despite what you’d experienced last time, he is stronger than the others. You can’t make him do anything.
You fully well know that. You can’t make any of them do anything. They do what you want because they want to do it.
And that’s what Rex does not quite understand yet. He thinks he’s challenging you. He thinks he cannot be broken. But in some ways, just having him here means that he’s already lost this battle only he is fighting. He came of his own volition. Perhaps he thinks you’re some piddling obstacle to overcome to have their full loyalty back. Perhaps he thinks this is just a way to get into your bed, it being given extra value since they prize it so highly.
Whatever the reason, he’s already taken that first step to submission, even if he doesn’t admit to it. Unlike last time, he’s barely spoken. You still feel that crackling energy between you, the strong desire to throw all this aside and just give in to wild need. But not tonight. Tonight feels less about you and more about them and Rex’s place among you.
Tech is behind you. He takes the flogger from your hand and replaces it with the cane. Only in your early time with Crosshair has he ever directed your plans. But he’s vested in this night differently than he is with the other three.
You like the cane quite a bit. You’re able to target sensitive areas more precisely. You’re particularly fond of the tender flesh of the inner thigh. Rex stays silent at this new attack, but his breaths have gained a heaviness.
The cane lays stripes on the mostly unblemished canvas between his legs, then you move to his ass, already red from the flogger. You watch as welts begin rising on this marked skin.
The tip of the cane traces around his torso, then you let it stroke over the length of his almost fully hard cock before giving it a tap. Not too hard, just a promise. His eyes are dark as he watches. There’s a slight flinch as the cane snaps against a nipple, but he manages to steady himself and to take the pain as you alternate between the two.
“That it?” he huffs, echoing words he spoke his first night.
You don’t answer with words.
What he’s not ready for, what takes him completely by surprise, is when your mouth encloses an abused nub and your tongue teases over it as it hardens. Your fingers wrap around his cock, and he can’t stop the moan from escaping him as pleasure shocks his system. But your real reward is his startled cry when you suck the sore, sensitive nipple between your teeth, scraping it roughly.
He’s ready when you move to the other side, but you still see a twitch in his eyes when you unwrap a chain from your wrist and he realizes what is at the end of it. You pinch and twist both nipples hard before you place the clamps.
Then you step back to admire your work. “Oh you look very nice, Rex. Very nice.” You lick your lips, feeling predatory.
Tech is next to you again.
“Perhaps you would like to use this next?” What Tech is holding looks a bit like your vibrator, but as soon as he presses a button it makes a snapping sound.
Rex can’t stop his eyes from going wide.
“Did you want to rescind consent to this particular device, Captain?”
Your laugh is internal, because by asking, Tech has guaranteed that Rex will let you use this e-stim wand and anything else you want on him. You watch Rex as he stares at Tech. His jaw sets again and he shakes his head.
“I need words, Rex,” you say softly, taking the device from Tech. Tech had made this for you, as part of his exploration of your relationship with pain, something he finds intriguing because you don’t act as expected in response to it. You haven’t had a chance to really use it, though you did test out its levels on yourself, and when you reached the point where you were too uncomfortable, Tech demonstrated that he was able to endure a few levels above that.
“No…ma’am,” Rex growls.
You immediately let the tip make contact with his inner thigh. The snap noise it makes is louder than you expected.
“Kriff!” He can’t help himself. He tries to squirm away from the pain. You touch it to his other leg. He doesn’t cry out, but he grunts in response.
“Actually, Tech…” You let the wand, deactivated, glide up until it nudges Rex’s balls. He’s trying to keep his face stoic, but there’s a strain around his eyes. “I think I’m not ready for this yet.” His breath releases in a hiss of relief.
He yelps when a final jolt of electricity snaps his ass, “Bitch!”
You don’t bother to respond. Behind him, you’ve laid out the various items you think will work with Rex. You pretend to take your time, but you’ve already chosen a short and heavy paddle. You heft it, slap it in your hand, watch his ass tighten in anticipation.
Perfect, you think.
He can’t avoid your hits, but he tries. You’re sure it’s mostly involuntary. He’s breathing deeply when you stop. You press your body to his back, savoring his flinch and then relaxation. He flinches again when you reach around and start to gently stroke his hard cock.
“Try to tell me you aren’t enjoying yourself, Rex,” you purr in his ear. “I’m sure I can’t rough you up as much as you’re used to, but I think we’re still going to have fun.” Hand stroking him, you move back enough to lay a few more hits on his already bruised ass.
He’s gasping, though you don’t know if it’s because of the pain or the pleasure. With the lightest of touches, your fingertips tease just above his pelvis, a spot you’ve found to be ticklish on so many people. He futilely jerks away from you, and this is truly delightful.
“You won’t come until I tell you, right? You’ll let me know when you’re close?” You stop tickling him to let him answer.
“Yes.”
“You’re being so good for me, Rex.” You kiss under his ear, his blond beard scratching your cheek, then move to kiss his lips, hand slowing only slightly on his erection. You rest your palm on his hip, gently caressing his side. He shudders, his whole body tense with anticipation.
“Such a good boy,” you whisper. You sink to your knees, fingertips leaving a soft trail of goosebumps on his skin. Your tongue slides the length of his cock before your fist wraps around it and you start pumping.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans.
“You’re not allowed to come, Rex. Not ‘til I tell you.”
“Mmmmmmpppphhhhh.” Your hand cups around his balls. “Oooohhhhh.” You push your knuckle into the sensitive spot behind them. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck.”
You pause for a moment to drip some cold lube onto your hand, then resume stroking him.
“Don’t come, Rex.”
“You have to…I can’t…”
You stop. “What was that, Rex?”
His eyes are just slightly glazed over. Because, what you’ve always known, and had reinforced by your time with Crosshair, Hunter and even Tech, is that they might have trained on how to withstand pain, but pleasure is a totally different matter.
He groans as your fist focuses on his cockhead. You can feel his balls tightening. Almost there.
“I’m gonna…I’m too close.”
You stop and he gasps. You let him rest a moment before starting up again. You allow only a few strokes before you stop.
“There will be consequences if you come before I tell you.” You look up at him. His eyes are closed, tension reading all over his body. You move slowly, then pick up your pace and his eyes fly open.
“Stop! I’m gonna…gonna…”
You don’t stop. You smile sweetly at him. “Don’t, Rex,” you admonish even as you do everything to bring him over the edge. He’s grunting and twisting in protest. “Not yet, Rex…not yet.”
He cries out at the orgasm he can’t hold back. He moans as you keep working him with both hands, draining his cock and balls, watching him pant and groan in his ecstasy.
It doesn’t last long though. You don’t allow him any respite as your fist keeps pumping and he realizes you’re not going to stop. Now he’s writhing as his oversensitive cock cannot escape you. Still smiling, meeting his angry glare, you release his balls and press your palm to his glans. You’re gentle, but any touch right now is a kind of torture, pressure on an exposed nerve.
“Ohyoufuckingbitchyoubitch,” Rex spits out as you torment his too stimulated erection. Finally you release him, though he’s still foaming at the mouth.
“You don’t really mean that, do you?” you laugh, standing, lifting his head by pulling his blond hair, and offering your finger to his lips, his cum clinging to it. “I did tell you there would be consequences if you came before I gave you permission.” You raise your eyebrow. “Are we done here?”
This is the moment. The decision. This is when post-nut clarity will have him asking to be let down. When he might decide that sleeping in someone else’s bed will be better than sleeping in yours. When he examines why he’s here and decides he’s had enough. You watch it all play out in his eyes.
But leaving is its own surrender and he’s very aware of that. What he doesn’t realize is that staying is surrender as well. It’s another step toward his true submission. His eyes narrow and he shakes his head. “Then would you rather I wipe my hand on your beard?” Reluctantly, he opens his mouth and licks you clean. “Good boy.”
You retrieve the e-wand. He jumps at the noise when you turn it on. You touch it to his abused ass and thighs before moving in front of him. He’s trying to refocus himself, but you don’t let him as the tip snaps at the tight muscles of his abdomen and sides. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat that makes his tan skin glow. You run your fingers through his chest hair, tug at it, then let the wand touch a nipple peeking out between the two pinching pieces of metal.
That gets a full cry from him. He’s so close, you think. Before he can recover, his other nipple receives the same treatment. You tug at the clamps while he gasps through the sharp stabs of pain. He stays tense as you walk behind him, but this is going to be the fun part. He thinks you’re going to try to break him with pain, but you’re well aware that’s a losing battle.
You put the wand down and pour a copious amount of lube over your fingers. Your other hand slaps hard against his ass before you press your body to his side and back. Carefully, your lubed hand reaches down, wet fingers pressing behind his balls before sliding up between his ass cheeks to tease over his clenched hole. Your other arm snakes around him to take hold of the chain attached to the clamps, keeping tension along it to mix pain with pleasure.
The noise he makes as you massage his sensitive opening is music to your ears. It’s an exhalation of need that the orgasm you gave him moments ago did nothing to fulfill.
“Do you want this, Rex?” you murmur. He whimpers before catching himself. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes.” It’s just a breath, an expulsion of air, but as soon as you hear it, one well-lubed finger presses to that puckered entrance and he relaxes enough to take it.
“Good boy,” you whisper. “I’m going to fuck you tonight. I’ve got a nice big strap for you and I’m going to have you on your hands and knees. And if you’re very good, I’m going to let you come.” You let go of the chain and reach down to cup his soft cock. He thrusts into your hand as you push another finger into him. You reach deeper, twisting your wrist, until you find what you’re looking for and carefully rub his prostate.
“Oh…f-f-fuck.”
“Does that sound good?”
“Mmmphh,” he moans as you keep stimulating him. “Y-y-es.”
Fingers still buried inside him, you kneel and begin fondling his penis before changing position a little so you can suck it into your mouth. He gasps as your tongue works him over and you keep stroking his prostate. His cock twitches, brought to life with a quickness that makes you proud. You release him and stand.
“Tech?” The other man has been intently watching your work. He almost startles at his name. “Tech, could you let Rex down for me?”
There’s that strange energy that Tech has been radiating, and it practically crackles when he nods and comes forward to release Rex’s legs from the spreader. Next, he slowly lowers the hooks Rex’s hands are attached to so Rex is brought to his knees on the floor, your fingers still inside him.
You twist your wrist, spreading your fingers wide. He grunts as you withdraw so you can watch as Tech undoes the cuffs from Rex’s wrists and then gently massages them. When he’s satisfied that Rex is unharmed beyond what’s to be expected, Tech backs away and leaves you to your work.
You take a moment to assess. Rex, his back still straight, is bent forward slightly, some of that defiance lost. Your new marks blend with his old bruises and because, from this angle, you can see in him the weariness Crosshair warned you of, you consider asking him sincerely if he wants to stop, no consequences.
But Tech had reminded you at the start, perhaps anticipating this very moment, that Rex was experienced and has a safe word and that you should respect that. Still, carefully, you run your clean hand over his skin, offering a brief respite with a comforting, settling touch. You take your time, admiring his muscular body, tracing soft fingertips on the outline of faded scars.
“Bend over. Keep this ass up.” You help him get into position, chest to the floor, and begin plunging your fingers into him, just the two, not enough. “You want to get fucked tonight, Rex? Then I’m going to need you to do something.” Your hand withdraws and he groans. You rise, clean yourself off, then get the lube bottle and place it by his head.
“I need you to get me in the mood, Rex. And I want to watch you finger yourself open for me.” You reach between his legs and start stroking his hard cock, then take a firm hold of his balls before you let your fingernails play over his glowing skin. You kiss a path along his side and up his shoulder. “Will you do that for me, Rex?”
You can see it still in his eyes–defiance–almost faded but not quite. He’s warring with his instincts. Everything that’s happened tonight, you’ve done to him, but this, what you’re asking, he will do to himself. Your touch is a soft caress on heated and abused skin. Pain he knows how to endure, but this promise of pleasure he does not know how to fight.
“Very good, Rex,” you whisper, as you watch an unsure hand grasp the bottle. You move to get a better view as his glistening fingers reach between his legs before breaching his own body, fucking himself. It lights you on fire and you want nothing more than to pull off your clothes and ride the erection you’re sure is behind you, but that’s not what tonight is about.
As if reading your mind, Tech’s chest presses to your back, his arms wrapping around you in an embrace that is both possessive and comforting. You hold his face to yours, let him kiss your cheek while you watch Rex spread himself open. Two fingers. Three. Tech’s hand drifts down your belly, his intentions clear. You stop him.
“Later.” You want him so badly, especially knowing that fucking Rex, while titilating and satisfying on a mental level, will not be quite fulfilling on a physical level. But all that unspent energy will pour into your time with Tech, and that will make this doubly worth it.
One thing you will do, that you weren’t sure about earlier, is strip down to your undergarments, so that when you put on the harness, you’re in only panties and a camisole.
“Are you ready, Rex?” you ask, taking the hand spreading him open and letting it wrap around the thick cock you’re going to fuck him with. He groans. You pour more lube over his fingers and watch, delighted, as he spreads it for you. Then you carefully clean him. “Good.” You praise. “Very good.”
You spend a few moments appreciating the feast in front of you. Rex, torso and arms still wrapped in your red rope, ass ready and held high, glistening with lubrication that mats down the dark blond pubic hair between his legs. The muscles of his back, buttocks, and legs strain and almost quiver with anticipation.
You tease the thick head of the dildo to his stretched opening. He moans. You push it just barely in then retreat.
“Oh, Rex, you want this so badly, don’t you? Your ass is practically sucking it in.”
You slowly slide in deeper, then pull out, but not all the way, drinking up his noises of frustration. You watch his face, turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open, his short blond hair and beard damp with sweat. “Can you take it all? You want it all?”
You stop moving, waiting for his response.
It’s a tortured, desperate, “Ye-Yes,” that you get back from him. And that spurs you on. Your hands grab his hips as you pound the cock the rest of the way. Yes, this is exciting, you think, this is why he’s here. He needs this and isn’t getting it wherever he exists out there in the galaxy. You slam into him then take your time, watching the dildo slowly slide out and back in, changing your angle with each thrust until you hear his moan of pleasure as you find what you were looking for.
He’s moving with you now, up a little on his arms, meeting your hips, helping you target his prostate.
“Stroke your cock,” you order, watching him in the mirror. This is more fuel for your heated body as his erection thrusts into his hand and he loses himself even more. You’re wet, soaked through your flimsy panties. You so desperately want to feel what you’re doing to him, a direct connection, not a vibrator, not even Tech fucking you while you fuck one of them. You lick your lips.
Almost all of your attention is on Rex, when you see a movement at the edge of the mirror. Tech behind you, sitting at the bottom of the bed. He doesn’t seem to be aware that you’re looking at him directly, and his hand is stroking his erection, but outside his clothes.
This takes you by surprise. Unlike Crosshair, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Tech touch himself when you’re with one of the others.
You keep watching him out of the corner of your eye as you thrust hard into Rex, angling the cock to rub again and again against that sensitive organ. You reach forward and grab the rope halter, pulling him up so you can see his face more clearly in the mirror. He’s close, so close, but you’re not going to make it easy for him. You pull away, slapping your hand hard to his sweaty ass.
“No!” he cries out when he realizes you’re leaving him empty.
You carefully climb onto the bed, already prepared for these kinds of activities, placing a few pillows behind your back.
“Come here, Rex,” you order. “Ride my thick strap like a good boy until you come.” He’s desperate now, barely managing to scowl at you as he clambers on the bed. Legs on either side of your hips, he starts to kneel above you, but you correct, “No, no. I want you on your heels. I want you crouching.”
It takes him a few moments to understand what you’re telling him, and then, while you hold the base of the dildo, he squats down and you watch it disappear inside him. This is a much better view.
Unsteady, he starts fucking himself on the cock, his own erection bobbing as he bounces on the strap. He has to throw an arm out behind him to keep steady, but the sight of him is glorious, all sweat and glistening muscle enhanced by red bonds, his face showing how fully lost he is in this, his concentration only on finding the climax you’ve promised him.
He cries out in surprise when you rake your fingernails along his thigh and take his cock in your hand at the same time.
“That’s it, Rex, show me what an eager slut you are.” Your fingers cup around his balls and you push hard into the space behind them. He lets out a strangled groan. You hold your hand still around his cock, letting his movements fuck his dick into your grasp.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Want to change position?” It’s an easy deduction as you watch his thighs shake. He nods. “Go ahead.”
Gingerly, he kneels and it’s not quite the feast for your eyes that it was, but he’s able to get the angle he was searching for. He’s leaning forward now, sweat dripping onto you, completely lost to anything except his impending orgasm.
Tech is still at the edge of the bed, and you can’t see what he is doing until Rex shifts position and it’s clear that Tech’s hand is down his pants.
You wonder for a moment if he is watching you fuck Rex or if he’s watching Rex getting fucked.
Rex groans. “I’m…I’m gonna…” Then his eyes fly open. “Can I…can I come? Please. Please. I need…please,” he begs.
“You want to come, Rex? Is that what you need?” You can’t help but savor his desperation. You take a moment to pull at the chain, breaking his flow of pleasure. “Yeah, come for me. Give me every fucking drop,” you growl. Your fingers wrap tight around his cock as he picks up speed, pumping your hips to meet him, letting the dildo slide roughly in and out of him. “That’s it, Rex, you’ve been so good. You needed this, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”
“Yes!” he cries out. “Yes! Yes!” and he howls as cum shoots out of him and onto your chest. You love the feeling of his spasms in your hand, how you can feel the cum coursing through his cock. You love hearing his moans and cries as his body tenses with every wave of pleasure.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” he murmurs under his breath. You keep pumping him, but this time you stop before he becomes too sensitive. “Fuck,” he says again, looking at you, eyes soft, sated. You grab your discarded shirt and wipe yourself quickly before he collapses over you, cock still buried inside him.
His forehead rests on yours. “Fuck.” His eyes are closed. “Kriff.” And then he kisses you, his beard an unfamiliar feeling as it tickles and scratches your skin. “Fuck.”
“You okay?” you whisper, your fingers scraping along his scalp. He shudders at the stimulation.
“Yeah.” He laughs. “Fuck.” He smiles, then kisses you again, his tongue carefully tracing your lips then slipping into your mouth. Energy crackling, you devour his offering.
Tech coughs, and you almost laugh. Everything takes a little longer tonight, as you gently remove the clamps, as your fingers are unsteady undoing your halter and they fumble releasing Rex from his decorative bonds. Tech sends you to the shower while he and Rex remake the bed and put everything away.
You lie with Tech’s arms around you while Rex luxuriates in the ‘fresher.
“Like what you saw?” you ask, a needy hand under his shirt.
“You are always good at providing a stimulating experience.” You bite back your teasing remark about manual stimulation. You want to know what Tech was watching, and what made it so different than every other time you’ve fucked someone in front of him. You don’t want to have that conversation with Rex around.
When Rex finally emerges, you admire your marks. Any guilt you had at adding more bruises to the ones he already had has disappeared. You imagine the long whip leaving welts as he cries out. You think about exploring the wand on his more sensitive body parts.
Rex climbs onto the bed and gingerly lays himself down. You extract yourself from Tech and lean over Rex to kiss him and give a nipple a quick tweak.
“You good?” you ask. He’s tired, drained. You did an excellent job, you think.
“Yeah, I’m good.” His eyes close and he almost immediately falls asleep.
“Well,” says Tech. “It is a bit rude not to reciprocate. You did all the work, afterall.”
“It’s fine,” you smile, fingers teasing over reddened skin. “I’m too tired anyway.”
*
Your arms are wrapped around Rex’s neck as he stands and is buried inside you. Tech is behind you, hands on your thighs, then you’re bouncing on his cock while Rex sucks at your nipples. You can feel Tech’s lips on your neck but when you turn to him, Rex is there first, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss that makes you moan.
You wake with a start. They are both still asleep, breathing deeply.
Tech knows what you need when he wakes with your hand around his growing erection. You’d coaxed him hard, like you often do. He won’t be naked with Rex there, but he lets you push down his bottoms so that you can grasp his ass as he pumps into you. You need him. You need him desperately. His body is strength and comfort. You need him to claim you and fill you.
It’s not long before the activities next to him rouse Rex and he lets out a soft, “Kriff.”
You know what Tech is going to want almost as soon as he carefully pulls out, and, in a few minutes, he is propped up on pillows, like you were earlier, and you’re riding him, his chest pressed to your back.
Rex watches for a moment, seeming unsure, until Tech says, “I believe some assistance would not be unwarranted, considering.” He spreads your legs over his thighs, so that the implication is clear.
Needing no other encouragement, Rex kneels in front of you as Tech plants his feet on the bed to leverage his thrusts into you. Then you have their hands on your breast, Tech’s lips on your neck, and Rex’s tongue and mouth suckling and licking at your clit.
The first orgasm is a shuddering delight, as your still tired and slightly too stimulated body reluctantly surrenders into this climax.
“Rex.” Tech’s voice breaks through your haze. “Keep your mouth on her but wait to use your tongue again.” You almost tell him “no”, that you don’t need this, that you had just wanted him, that this attention is too much, but Tech knows your body so well that the shallow pulses of his cock press into your g-spot and you’re arching into that ecstasy before you realize it. “Continue,” he says, and Rex’s skilled tongue flicks and licks at you until your hand is on the back of his head and you’re moaning, greedy for another climax, desperate to soar higher in your pleasure.
This time, your entire body is quaking in euphoria as you succumb to this perfect bliss. It radiates from your core, wave after wave flowing through you until you are barely aware of your surroundings, so that it’s almost a surprise to find yourself on your back and Tech above you again. You master yourself enough to encircle him with your arms and legs, needing him so completely that you know you will never have enough of him. His lips are pressed to yours, letting you devour his little gasp as he finishes, filling you with his hot cum. He lies on top of you, covering your face with soft kisses, and it’s not until he finally slides out of you that you remember that Rex is there.
He’s lying within arms length, his hand languidly stroking his hard cock. And you are tired, and you are spent, but you are also a tad wicked.
“I’ll fuck you a little,” you smile at the blond man, “But you don’t get to come again.”
“Worth it,” he laughs. “Don’t know if I could anyway.”
Your limbs protest, but you don’t care. You slide down on him, Tech dripping out of you. Your hands brace on his marked chest, fingers tweaking abused nipples, and you ride him slowly, squeezing yourself around him to give you more friction. The bed moves, and Tech is behind you, arms circling your waist, helping you move, but also his fingers find your clit. He’s so confident in his knowledge of you that you say nothing in protest. If he thinks you can come again…he knows you best.
And then, unexpectedly, the atmosphere in the room turns heady, like your dream, and you’re moving with them and because of them and your body is almost not your own anymore. You are as surrendered to Tech and his desire to give you pleasure as Rex was surrendered to you and your desire to fulfill his demands for pain.
This last orgasm is soft, delight that tingles over your body, rippling through you as your head is thrown back and you gasp into Tech’s neck.
Rex doesn’t protest when you’re lifted from him. He lies next to you, his fingertips drifting over your sides. You lie between them, warmed by their bodies, smoldering energy from Rex, confident fire coming from Tech.
Rex isn’t yours. You don’t need him to be. But he isn’t the obstinate challenge of a man that stood in front of you a few hours previous. He’s something else. Understanding, compliant.
He was right, you couldn’t break him, but now he knows that was never your intention.
Crosshair had said Rex needed a place to rest. He could never find that without learning what you’ve shown him.
Submitting isn’t weakness and surrender isn’t defeat.
Rex falls asleep again in your strong arms.