The domed building vanished and Constantine found himself in a dark, shrouded room. Nothing was visible as he looked around.

“Where are we?”

“My playground,” Asar whispered against Constantine’s ear, sending a wave of pleasure down his body.

“Playground?”

“You don’t think I’m a good boy now, do you, Constantine?” Asar asked as he ran kisses down Constantine’s exposed neck, working his hands over his body.

“I d-don’t know.”

Asar smiled against his skin.

A soft orange glow began to rise around the room and Constantine saw what the playground was. His eyes widened and he couldn’t suppress the shudder as a gasp escaped.

As Asar undressed him, Constantine stared at the sight before him. Against the wall was a whipping bench, and above the bench and strung across the wall, were varying styles of whips. Asar moved behind and lowered Constantine’s robe until he stood naked, then the angel turned his attention to the remainder of the room. Suspension cuffs, shackles, and ropes adorned the wall to his left, and to his right were a rack, hoist, and spanking horse. He could not see what was behind him. However, Constantine wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

As Asar’s hands began to roam of Constantine’s body, his eyes rolled back as any thoughts of danger vanished. Asar made his way around Constantine until he stood naked before him. Constantine took in every inch of skin, brushing his fingers down Asar’s firm chest.

“Why did I wait so long for this?” Constantine murmured.

It wasn’t a question Constantine wanted answered; however, Asar chuckled and replied, “You need not wait any longer.”

Constantine bit his bottom lip as his eyes met bright red ones, glowing with desire. Asar wrapped his hand around the back of Constantine’s head and pulled him forward into a rough kiss. With his other hand, Asar twisted the angel’s hair around his fingers, gently increasing the tension. Constantine gasped as the slight pain pierced his skull, and Asar took advantage and slipped his tongue into Constantine’s mouth, deepening their kiss. Their bodies came together, and Constantine forgot about the pain and the room as euphoria erupted within his body.

When they pulled apart for air, Asar dropped his cheek to Constantine’s and whispered, “We’ll go easy this first time. However, I’m not expecting any mercy from you the next time.”

Constantine’s head rolled back as they both continued to thrust against each other; then his head snapped up, and he pulled away from Asar. “You want me to torture you?”

Asar gave a big, seductive smile. “Of course. What were you thinking?”

Asar knew exactly what Constantine had been thinking. However, discovering it was Asar who wanted to be the one to be punished sent a thrill like no other through Constantine.

“You’re a wicked little angel, aren’t you?” Asar laughed at the look on Constantine’s face.

With the sudden realisation he would be the one in charge, Constantine pulled out of Asar’s embrace and sauntered around the chamber, studying every device.

Asar remained standing in the centre of the room and Constantine could not help but look at Asar every time he touched a different object. The demon’s body betrayed his excitement and Constantine loved the dominance he had.

The whips looked nice: oiled and well-maintained. Their varying lengths and thicknesses left the angel’s mind to wonder at the different ways he could use them. He glanced at Asar, his hungry eyes watching his every move and then Constantine spied the large wooden bondage chair he had not seen earlier. Constantine walked closer to examine it and excitement within grew as he realised how the apparatus worked. The one who sat on the chair did so in a reclining position, with his arms strapped to the frame above his head and his legs bound to the base. It was perfect.

When Constantine turned back, there was no need for words, as Asar walked forward and sat in the chair. Constantine hovered over the demon while Asar raised his first hand to be secure. The motion of securing Asar proved difficult given Asar used his free hand to stroked Constantine. The distraction enough for Constantine to pause in what he was doing until Asar’s chuckle pulled his attention back. With both hands strapped, Constantine took no time restraining Asar’s legs, and then stepped back to admire the view.

Asar, now strapped securely to the bondage chair, was a sight Constantine admired. The demon’s body glistened with a slight sheen of perspiration; his erection stood tall, waiting for attention. Constantine licked his lips as his own body screamed at him to take the demon. However, he decided to savour the moment, and kneeling between Asar’s confined legs, Constantine caressed every part of Asar’s body.

There was no ignoring Asar’s arousal, as Constantine worked around it. Asar remained still, his eyes transfixed to Constantine’s face. When Constantine’s attention reached the purpose of pleasure, Asar thrust into his hand and Constantine stopped. Asar’s body stilled and Constantine returned to caressing Asar.

Blood red eyes burned lustfully as Constantine glanced up to see the radiance glistening over Asar’s body, and then their eyes met. A shudder through Constantine’s body drove him to take the demon in his mouth. The moan escaping Asar’s lips and thrusting of his hips pushed Constantine closer to the end. To hell with the torture, Constantine had waited to long to feel pleasure with Asar and coming to a stop, he stood.

Constantine straddled Asar’s lap and moistened two fingers; pleasured himself, preparing the way.

“So beautiful,” Asar murmured, spurring Constantine on as he writhed against his fingers. When Constantine knew he was ready, he removed his fingers, and Asar murmured, “Give them to me.”

A spike of desire through to Constantine’s erection almost too much to withstand as he gave his two fingers to Asar. The demon sucked them into his mouth, and Constantine positioned himself above Asar’s erection, pushing down in one hard, fast motion. Asar thrust up, and throwing his chest forward and head back, he growled in pleasure. Constantine went to remove his fingers, to have Asar clamp down on them, sucking them back into his mouth. The sensation; electrifying.

Constantine moved his hips, using his spare hand to grip the bar above his head. Constantine knees ached, and he paused momentarily, removing his fingers from Asar’s mouth and grabbing the bar with both hands. Knees raised and feet pressed against Asar’s sides, Constantine used the bar to help him move again. This time the angle was perfect.

Asar’s moaning grew louder and longer as Constantine continued to bounce against him. His release approaching, Constantine threw his head back, his damp hair clinging to his back, and pushing down one final time before he exploded. A moment later Asar gave a final thrust as he too came. Both panted heavily, and as Constantine released the bar, he blacked out and fell against Asar’s chest. They remained motionless before Asar gave a gentle thrust, still inside Constantine.

Constantine let out a small whimper; he did not have the energy to move.

“Untie me, my love. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

Without lifting his head from Asar’s shoulder, Constantine reached up and worked the strap until Asar lowered his arm. He made no attempt to release the other arm, Asar doing so himself. Once free, Asar moved them both forward, and Constantine wrapped his legs around Asar’s waist as the demon continued thrusting. Pleasure built again, and the angel leaned back, allowing Asar to hold him in place as he too moved.

“So beautiful,” Asar murmured as he leaned forward and placed kisses against Constantine’s chest.

The angel’s head rolled back, and Asar tangled his fingers through his golden hair, thrusting deeper and harder. The slow murmurs from Constantine every time Asar pushed echoed around the room, resonating a perfect sound to Asar’s ears. The sight of Constantine’s naked body writhing above him was a dream come true, and the sudden clamping around his erection as the angel came a second time had Asar following soon after.

Constantine collapsed and Asar held him close, teleporting them to his bedroom, where he lay Constantine down on his bed. They were damp and smelled of sex; however, Asar cherished it all. He pulled Constantine’s hair back and kissed the angel’s lips. He finally had Constantine and Asar would be sure never to let him go. Damn anyone who tried to come between a demon and his angel.