There was punishment.

Then there was absolute, mind-bending torture.

Ash let it be known right from the start, with a devilish grin and darkened eyes, “I won’t be kind to you today.”

Coby had swallowed hard, feeling absolute zero fear, zero apprehension. Only extreme anticipation and eagerness. He knew he should probably have had some reservations, but since he technically was the one that set this fire off, he was the one that was going to have to take responsibility for it. 

Ash had told him at the very beginning of their relationship that he wasn’t interested in using bondage tools in bed, but he wasn’t completely against tying Coby up, or being tied up himself. He’d said that almost two months ago and had never followed through. Coby just figured it wasn’t going to happen and let it go.

Imagine his surprise, then, when Ash manifested thick ropes out of energy and bound his hands together over his head, looping them around a manifested spike in the wall above the headboard. He tore Coby’s shirt off, removed his pants and briefs, as well as all the bedding (“Can’t destroy these, my mom will be pissed”), and then, to Coby’s horror, left him there for half an hour, naked and hornier than he’d ever been in his entire life.

When Ash came back, he had a tray filled with fruit, a bottle of chocolate syrup, a spray can of whipped cream, and several bottles of water and sports drinks.

“Sorry it took so long,” he said, closing the door with his foot. “I wanted to make sure we were fully prepared.”

“You know your family is going to worry if we don’t leave this room at all today,” Coby pointed out.

Ash chuckled, setting the tray on the nightstand. “Don’t worry, they won’t be bothering us. I told them you were awake but still too weak from the energy draining you. I let them know I’ll be taking care of you all day.”

Coby’s heart flipped. “You lied.”

Ash shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Only partially,” he admitted. “I will be taking care of you all day, and you will be weak by the time I’m done with you. But, to be fair, so will I.”

Coby narrowed his eyes as Ash stood, taking his shirt off. He couldn’t help but ogle at how cut and defined his husband had become over the last several weeks of training. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

He laughed. “I’m sure.” He leaned over Coby and kissed his neck. “This is just a fantasy I’ve wanted to carry out for a long time. There is absolutely no way I’m passing up this opportunity you handed to me on a silver platter.”

Heat coursed through Coby’s veins and his breathing shallowed.

“If at any point you can’t take anymore, or that I’m doing something you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop. I won’t do anything you don’t want and I refuse to scare you into believing I’d ever hurt you intentionally.”

Coby nodded. “Alright.”

“But,” Ash said, moving to straddle him, his hands on either side of Coby’s head. “I’m going to be rough, and you won’t be walking out of here with your skin looking as perfect as it does now.” He grinned, flicking the end of his tongue over Coby’s nose. “If you’ll even be walking at all.”

“What about you?”

Ash shook his head. “Don’t worry about me,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I’ll be getting plenty of pleasure out of this.” He trailed his fingers down Coby’s naked body, leaving rivers of fire in their wake. Coby’s breath hitched in his throat.

“You ready for this, Co-Bieasah?” Ash asked coyly. Coby felt the barrier around the room thicken.

He could barely formulate a single syllable, his mouth going dry. “Yes…” he mouthed. Ash’s hand moved between his legs, his middle two fingers pausing at his hole.

“Remember, sweet peach,” he said, his voice hoarse with unbridled lust. “You asked for this.”

Before Coby could construct another thought, Ash’s fingers plunged into him, fast and hard. Coby’s head fell back, becoming buried in the pillows as he cried out, his back arching completely off the bed, his wrists pulling hard at his restraints. Ash didn’t let up, his fingers thrusting furiously into him, the heel of his palm slapping against his skin. He leaned down and bit Coby’s neck hard. Coby could feel the skin break, felt his blood leak into Ash’s mouth, the latter’s tongue taking it all in, not letting a single drop go to waste.

It had barely begun, this day of torture, and already, Coby’s throbbing cock was ready to explode.

“A-Ashley!” he moaned. “I’m—” He didn’t have time to complete his warning. He came hard, spilling on himself with a throaty cry.

Ash grinned against his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured. He sat up, his face hovering over Coby’s, his hand not letting up. “That’s one.”

Coby’s eyes glazed over, his body rocking against the bed with such force the headboard was slamming into the wall.

Deftly, Ash managed to pull his sweats off, his cock thick, hard, and pulsing with need. He removed his hand, and adjusted so he was between Coby’s legs, pushing his thighs apart and grabbing him by the hips, raising his bottom half off the bed. Ash slammed into him, pulling Coby hard against him with each brutal thrust.

Coby thought his throat was going to bleed from how hard and loud he was screaming, crying Ash’s name over and over, moaning his pleasure. He wanted to move on his own, to wave his hips against Ash’s, to reach for him and run his nails over Ash’s skin.

Ash was allowing none of it. He was in complete control, leaving Coby to his mercy. Mercy he would not receive. He brought one of Coby’s legs up to his shoulder and, his eyes on Coby’s face, licked up his calf before biting into him. Coby’s leg jerked and he grimaced.

Ash removed his teeth. “Heal it,” he commanded. The mark was gone in seconds. 

That was the first indication to Coby that he didn’t need to use words. Ash was watching him, paying full attention to his expressions, body language, and sounds. Coby wasn’t asking for any apologies, either. Ash showed those through his actions. Just as he promised; whatever Coby didn’t like, whatever he didn’t want, Ash would not do.

If there had been any modicum of doubt lingering in Coby’s mind about this day, though he was sure there had been none, it was utterly gone. 

To that end, so was every last thought he had in his mind. All he cared about, all he knew, was the intense pleasure Ash was giving him, rough as it was. They’d fucked before, but this was on a completely different level. 

And Coby wanted more.

Ash turned Coby onto his side, holding his thigh as he got up on his knees, moving fast and hard. Coby’s head lolled back and forth, his eyes closed, lips parted, skin flushed. Ash released the energy rope from the wall, letting Coby’s arms drop in front of his face. He could see a small hint of relief wash over Coby’s otherwise lewd expression, even his noises shifted slightly. It was so erotic, Ash had to force himself to hold back before he burst.

The ropes around Coby’s wrists, however, did not disappear. They wouldn’t; not for a long time.

“Oh god,” Coby whimpered, biting his lower lip. Ash felt his body tense around him, felt Coby move against him, slamming back, meeting each thrust. 

He was going to cum again.

Ash thrust deeper, harder, angling himself in just such a way as to hit his spot, encouraging Coby’s orgasm to break free.

Coby’s head flew back, spit flying from his mouth as he cried out, cumming once more. Coby spasmed around him, bringing Ash close to his own release, one he wasn’t ready to have.

He pulled out quickly and flipped Coby over onto his stomach. Coby lay there panting, heavy-lidded and twitching. Ash leaned over him, tracing his slightly pointed ear with his tongue. “That’s two,” he murmured. “Now…”

He got to his knees and yanked Coby to his.

“Eat your words.”

Ash’s hand came down so hard on Coby’s ass, the merman thought he was going to bleed. He screamed, arching his back, his face falling into the mattress. The second smack was just as hard on the other side, making him flinch, his hands slamming into the headboard.

Ash massaged both cheeks, before coming at them from the side. Coby’s fingernails dug into the wood, his head flying up.

One word escaped his throat, one Ash wasn’t sure he heard correctly.

“What did you say?” he asked, breathless.

Coby backed into him, moving his ass up and down against Ash’s cock. “Again.”

Ash grinned and leaned over him, his fingers lost in Coby’s hair before he pulled back, his grip tight, his lips at Coby’s ear. “No.”

Coby stiffened slightly. “Why not?”

“Because you asked for it.” He gripped Coby’s hair tighter, and thrust into him, wrapping one arm around his torso, his fingers digging into the opposite shoulder as he bit down on the other, sucking hard. 

Coby’s body began to tremble, his whimpers and moans becoming more desperate, his braids swinging and slapping the headboard, the beads knocking an erotic rhythm against the wood.

Ash’s teeth released from his skin, his forehead pressing into Coby’s back. “Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore,” he whispered.

“Don’t,” Coby groaned. “Cum in me, iyshta.”

Ash stopped.

Coby froze. Shit, I asked for it…

“Yes, you did,” Ash growled. He sat up, grabbed Coby’s hips, and pounded into him with such force, Coby’s head hit the headboard before face planting into the pillow. He could feel Ash’s fingers dig into his skin, his cock throbbing within him. Moments later, he pulled out and, with a strangled groan, came on Coby’s ass. His body convulsed and he fell over Coby, both of them shaking and fighting for air.

Coby lifted his head against Ash’s shoulder and grinned. “That’s one.”

Ash couldn’t help but smile, chuckling as he laid a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. “That’s one.”

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