Teach Me Tonight

Chapter 1-4

Luke jumps and yelps at the stinging pain. “Hey!” He stomps his foot.

“Don’t hey me. You disobeyed me. And now you’re going to be sorry for that,” Hardy says, exuding flawless authority. “Come on, follow me.”

Hardy steers Luke to the other side of the room, where a silver X hangs on the mirrored wall. Luke looks at it and instantly knows what is going to happen. f**k. This is what he has been fantasizing about for years, but it’s daunting to face the fact that in minutes, he’ll be shackled to a St. Andrew’s cross and subjected to all sorts of torture. It still makes heat curl down his spine, though.

Hardy gestures for Luke to step forward, and Luke obeys, pressing his chest against the wall. Soon, he’s being bound to each end of the X with black leather cuffs, first by his ankles, then wrists. Luke tests the restraints, wondering how strong they are—definitely pretty strong.

Hardy traces the curve of Luke’s spine, then grabs a hold of his hips and runs his thumb in small circles against the skin. “Color?” Hardy asks seriously.

“Green,” Luke replies instantly. No doubt about that. Then he belatedly adds, “Sir.”

“Good boy.”

Luke keens, flushed with the praise. God, he’ll never tire of hearing that. Especially not by Hardy. There’s something about the man that makes Luke want to please him, to do anything he desires. If that means receiving this much pleasure, all the better.

With the aid of the mirror, Luke can see the bright smile on Hardy’s face.

“You know,” Hardy says as he retreats. He turns his back and pads across the room to the wall from where his toys are hanging. “I was thinking about blindfolding you, but I’ve decided against the idea. I want you to watch everything. I want you to watch as I tear you apart, inch by inch, moan by moan.”

Hardy pulls a small flogger from the hooks on the wall. It’s black with strands made of leather. Perfect, Luke thinks, thrilled. Hardy walks back to the cross, working the flogger’s tails in his hands as if testing the results. He seems excited, if the shark smile is anything to go by.

“Do you remember your safewords, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” Luke replies. “Red for stop and yellow for slow down.”

“Good boy. Now let’s get this show started.”

Hardy swings the flogger in an arc, muscles bulging with the strength used in the blow. In a swift movement, the multiple leather strands of the instrument connect with Luke’s ass. Luke gasps as he convulses against his restraints. The pain that spreads on his backside differs from everything he imagined—it’s sharp, stingy, and might as well be connected to his d**k, with how intertwined it is to his own pleasure.

Hardy builds the intensity gradually, swishing the flogger back and forth across Luke’s shoulders, back, ass, and thighs. He asks for Luke’s color between hits, and Luke’s reply is always an enthusiastic, “Green.” The pain is bliss, the stinging ache spreading across his skin and leaving him feeling like it’s on fire. The blows that were only warming at first shift to heavier impact until Luke’s body is trembling under the caress. He loses track of time, getting lost in the snap and slap of the flogger.

The blows eventually stop, and the lack of pain makes Luke snap out of his trance. He’s about to complain and demand Hardy continue when Hardy approaches him again from behind.

Hardy comes forward, getting closer to caress the skin that must be adorned with red welts. The touch is careful and reverent, carefully stroking the abused flesh with sure fingers and making Luke hiss at the contact. The fresh burn continues to make him resurface from the dream-like state that clouded his mind. He sees in the mirror his cheeks are flushed and blotchy, and his eyeliner got smudged by all the hot tears he didn’t realize he had shed. He can also see the huge smear of pre-come on the shiny mirror where Luke tried to seek friction with the thrusts of his hips, the erection not lost even after all that torment.

Luke doesn’t think he has ever experienced something as pleasurable as Hardy working his flogger on Luke’s body.

“Color?” Hardy asks.

“Green,” Luke replies immediately. “Green, green, green.”

“I think you got enough, boy,” Hardy says. “That was a lot for a first time.”

“Please,” Luke croaks. “Please, Sir.”

“Shh, shh,” Hardy coos in Luke’s ear. Before Luke can realize what he’s doing, the shackles are off his wrists and ankles, and Hardy is cradling him in his arms. Luke lets himself be manhandled, luxuriating on Hardy surrounding him. Next thing he knows, Luke’s being laid out on the king-sized bed he spotted when he entered the room, the white silk sheets making the contact with his abused skin less harsh.

“You did so well, Luke,” Hardy is telling him softly as he holds Luke tight in his arms, hands moving over Luke’s new bruises. “I’m so proud of you.”

Luke sighs, melting under Hardy’s touch. He closes his eyes and basks in the gentle contact. Slowly, he becomes more alert of his surroundings until he’s hyper-aware of how f*****g turned on he still is, how Hardy’s body nested against his is like a siren call straight to his d**k. The sheer power and size surrounding him makes him feel even more vulnerable. And, f**k, after everything, Hardy is still fully clothed, which makes everything Hardy does even hotter. The authority the man exudes with a single look or stance shouldn’t be real, but here Luke is giving all of himself away because Hardy is ordering him to.

“I can see the wheels turning inside your head,” Hardy says against Luke’s hair, still petting him. “What do you want, boy? I think you deserve a reward after enduring all of that.”

Luke doesn’t skip a beat. He knows what he wants, and he’s going to get it. “I want you to f**k me.”

Hardy doesn’t look surprised by the request, but he takes a moment to scrutinize Luke. He finds what he was looking for and nods once. A small wicked smile spreads on his lips. “Then beg for it, Luke.”

Luke doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s already past caring about his pride; if Hardy wants him to beg, if that’s what it takes for Hardy to f**k him, hell, he’ll beg all night long.

“Sir, please,” Luke pleads. “Please f**k me. I want you. I need you. So f*****g bad.”

Hardy’s stare turns heated as he looks at Luke as if he wants to eat him alive. Desire blows his pupils and flushes his cheeks, one of the few physical signs that show how affected Hardy is.

“Lie on your stomach,” Hardy commands, detaching himself from Luke and standing up from the bed. “Then wrap your hands around your ankles, arse in the air.”

Luke complies. The position is awkward, with his face squished on the fluffy pillow and ass on display. It is by far one of the most exposing positions he has ever been in. Anyone who walks in the room could see him there, up for show, begging for attention. The idea turns him on more than it should, but before his mind can wander off in that direction, Hardy is back to the bed, carrying something big in his arms.

Luke tries to move his head to get a better look at the object. It’s made of steel, like almost everything else in the room, and its shape resembles a large, sturdy bar. Hardy relocates Luke’s hands, and the contraption closes around his wrists and ankles, one next to the other.

Hardy is restraining him with a spreader bar. Holy s**t.

“Color?” Hardy prompts.

“Green,” Luke is quick to say.

Hardy goes straight to business. He steps onto the bed right behind Luke and stays on his knees as he positions himself between Luke’s legs. His hands palm Luke’s ass cheeks and knead the tender flesh with sure fingers. The return of pain makes Luke hiss.

Hardy spreads Luke’s ass open, exposing his puckered hole. Slick lube slips down his crack, and relief floods through his body. Soon, a precise digit pushes past his sphincter. It slides in until Luke’s rim is touching Hardy’s knuckle. Hardy quickly pulls it back out, only to repeat the motion. The touch is addictive, but by now, Luke knows better than to push himself into Hardy’s hand.

By the time, Hardy’s second finger enters, Luke is breathless and squirming against his steel restraints. The position is uncomfortable, but as long as Hardy keeps touching him, Luke will obey any order.

Expertly, Hardy scissors his fingers and reaches Luke’s prostate. The digits brush against that sweet spot, and Luke’s reaction is instantaneous: he convulses on the bed, letting out a shout that vaguely sounds like Hardy’s name. Hardy massages that same spot incessantly. He rubs two fingers in a circular motion, applying enough pressure to leave Luke trembling. Luke is unable to move an inch, restrained by that sturdy bar. He can only lie there, ass spread and up in the air, and take whatever Hardy gives him.

“Please.” Luke doesn’t realize what is leaving his mouth or whether he’s allowed to say anything at all. “Sir, please. f**k. Green, please, green.”

Hardy chuckles. The asshole clearly loves to watch Luke come apart. That’s why he’s a Dom, Luke reminds himself. Luke is just lucky to be Hardy’s current victim.

When Hardy’s fingers retreat for good, Luke is thankful. The noise of foil being torn open sends shivers down Luke’s spine, and Luke wishes he could see Hardy’s c**k. It must be as perfect as the rest of him.

Finally, the head of Hardy’s d**k aligns to Luke’s entrance and slowly pushes in. f**k, the guy is thick—just like Luke imagined. Luke’s used to anal s*x after years of one-night stands, but the way Hardy’s c**k is stretching his hole still elicits a slight burning sensation. That only adds to the mountain of pain Luke has been subjected to all night.

The first thrust is unhurried. Hardy takes his time to let Luke get accustomed to his size. Inch by inch, Hardy feeds Luke his c**k, and Luke hungrily takes it all. When Hardy bottoms out, both of them moan in unison.

Hardy teases him, rolling his hips lazily. It sends sparks of pleasure shooting through Luke’s body. Soon, Hardy is moving, pulling his d**k out only to surge back in again in a fast jab. His pace grows stronger with each thrust, plunging deep inside frenziedly. Beneath Hardy, Luke gives all the encouragement he can with the noises leaving his throat; his long moans are a plea to get Hardy to f**k him harder, faster, stronger, never stopping. On the other end, the exertion of his thrusts leaves Hardy panting above Luke, who would give the world to see Hardy’s face.

However, Hardy’s sadistic nature has no bounds. Hardy surprises him by grabbing his short hair and dragging his nails across the abused skin of his back. He convulses, fighting against his restraints. Luke knew he enjoyed pain, but the degree of his positive reaction leaves him flabbergasted. This is exhilarating. He never wants it to stop.

As Hardy pistons in and out of Luke, Luke starts losing himself. After everything he experienced tonight, his climax has been a long time coming. Hardy uses the right angle to hit Luke’s prostate to his best advantage. Luke is left a keening mess, so overwhelmed with pleasure, he loses control of what leaves his mouth.

“Oh, God, Hardy—Sir. I’m going to come, f**k!” Luke hands ball into fists for lack of something better to do with them.

“No, you’re not,” Hardy says firmly, hips rocking forward. “Do not come, Luke. You need my permission first.”

“No, I can’t,” Luke sobs, eyes starting to water. “I need to come, Sir.”

“You will not come.” To make a point, Hardy raises his hand and smacks Luke’s sore ass.

Except that’s what Luke needs to bring him over the edge.

The stinging pain is enough to make his climax wash over him in a blinding wave. His mewl is loud and guttural, and he comes for what seems like ages. Ribbon after ribbon of come shoots from his slit, making a mess of Hardy’s silk sheets. When the orgasm subsides, Luke’s face is wet from tears, and his breathing is hard and haggard.

Hardy is quick to follow him. He thrusts one, two more times before burying himself deep into Luke and shooting his load inside the condom with a hoarse shout.

It takes a moment, but Hardy eventually pulls out. Luke hisses at the loss, though he’s glad Hardy frees him from the spreader bar. With his hands and legs free, Luke unfolds himself. He stretches his muscles as Hardy walks away from the bed to throw the condom in a nearby trashcan before heading toward what Luke realizes is a mini-fridge. Hardy extracts a bottle of water and closes the steel door with his foot. He sits on the edge of the mattress and offers Luke the bottle.

The water is ice cold, and it feels amazing. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was, but now that he’s drinking from the bottle, his throat feels like sandpaper.

“How are you feeling?” Hardy reaches out to touch Luke’s thigh and starts kneading the flesh with sure fingers, easing the soreness out of his muscles after spending so long in that uncomfortable position. Luke closes his eyes and lets out a pleased sigh as Hardy moves his hands to the other leg and repeats the rubbing process.

“Pretty f*****g awesome,” Luke says. “But honestly, exhausted too.”

“You did really well today, Luke,” Hardy says, moving on to massage Luke’s forearm. “Very well for your first time.” Hardy smiles at Luke in such a pleased way, that Luke’s heart flutters with it as he smiles back at Hardy. At least until Hardy adds, “That is, until you came without permission.”

“Of course I did,” Luke huffs. “You tortured me all night. How could I have not come?”

Hardy shakes his head. “You shouldn’t have come because I told you not to.” He reaches over to the short nightstand next to the bed, opening a drawer and extracting a tube of ointment. “It’s not your place to question my orders. You simply have to obey them.” He crawls on the mattress until he’s facing Luke’s back. With utmost care, Hardy spreads the ointment against the thin bruises the flogger left. “Which is why I must punish you.”

“Punish me?” Luke asks, high-pitched.

“Yes, punish you. Not everything about b**m is a bed of roses. You need to understand that, or you’ll be very disappointed. But I guess that’s a topic for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Hardy wants him to sleep here tonight? Luke hadn’t been eluding himself thinking this was more than a simple one-night stand. They’ve barely talked at all outside this room, and no matter how great the s*x is, you rarely invite your one-night stands to a sleepover.

Yet, Luke is pleased to be given this opportunity. As soon as he saw Hardy in that club, he felt drawn to the man. Luke is grateful to spend more time with him, even if it only leads to more kinky, amazing s*x. Especially if it leads to that.

“Yes, tomorrow,” Hardy repeats. “This was your first time subbing. I want to keep an eye on you.” Hardy continues the tending of the marks he left on Luke’s back, the pressure of his hand and slickness of the cream inducing a calm in Luke’s chest that is so good it’s indescribable. “I also wanted to continue our scene tomorrow. I had a great time tonight, and I think we could have more fun tomorrow. Are you in? Of course, if you want, you can always leave after breakfast.”

“Sure, of course. I’d love to, Sir.”

“Even when it means I’m going to have to punish you?”

Luke gnaws on his lip ring. Yeah, there’s that. Punishments don’t sound fun, but he understands he can’t run away from it. If he intends on following through with joining the b**m lifestyle, he’s going to have to get used to these punishments, as they are an intrinsic part of a Dom/sub relationship.

“Yeah, even when it means that.”

Hardy crawls on the mattress until he’s facing Luke. “Good boy,” he says with pride gleaming in his eyes. He leans in and brushes a gentle kiss on Luke’s lips. Too soon, Hardy retreats, lying back on the bed and getting comfortable. He opens his arms. “Now, come lie in bed with me so I can cuddle you for a bit.”