Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart
Chapter 148 - 147

Chapter 148: Chapter 147

“Nngh- Raiden...” he cried. “Please, I can’t hold it in any longer.”

“You can.” Raiden encouraged, biting back a laugh for he knew Hiro couldn’t. Not with how well he was being fucked.

And he was right for in the next second, Hiro’s hole clamped hard around his cock and his body trembled, his little dick shooting out ropes of cum to the floor.

Having gotten what he wanted, Raiden thrusted a few more times, lodging himself deep, before cumming, groaning as the head of his mammoth sized cock swelled then erupted inside Hiro. He moved, leaning their shaking bodies against the door and closed his eyes as he continued to cum, flooding Hiro’s insides with his hot sperm.

Hiro moaned, feeling full and sated. They remained like that, their bodies shaking from the aftermath of their orgasms.

It wasn’t until Hiro came down from his high that he remembered that he had just disobeyed Raiden. Tears sprang to his champagne-coloured eyes as he felt Raiden pull out and his body sagged to the floor, completely spent. He looked at his limp dick then lowered his head in shame. “I told you I couldn’t hold it.” He mumbled, feeling betrayed. Why didn’t Raiden stop him from cumming like last time?

Raiden chuckled, tucking his semi-hard cock back into his pants and buckling it. “You’ll have to learn, baby.” He replied then bent down and scooped Hiro into his arms. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed a part of it into Hiro’s hole to stop his cum from leaking then carried him into their playroom. He set Hiro down on the bed then instructed; “Get on your knees, bend over and hold the sheets.”

Hiro wanted to protest but one look at Raiden’s stern expression had him swallowing his words. He shakily went on his knees and fisted the sheets, wondering what Raiden was going to do.

Raiden smirked, thoroughly enjoying the view. He wasn’t a believer in God or anything but he thanked whatever diety up there that sculpted Hiro’s body. Hiro was given a damn fine ass. It was as if the deity knew that he was ass man and sculpted his soul mate exactly like that. He just wanted to bury his face in it and eat it until Hiro screamed and he almost gave into the idea but he quickly recalled that he had to punish Hiro.

“Higher,” he ordered as he went over and fixed Hiro’s position, making him raise his ass high in the air while his chest was pressed against the sheets. He then pulled out the handkerchief, his smokey grey eyes going dark with satisfaction as he watched his cum slowly drizzle out, going down Hiro’s small pink hairless balls before finally dropping on the silk maroon sheets.

Yeah he owned that ass.

Hiro was his. Only his.

He gave the butt a playful pat before turning away, heading toward a shelf lined with an array of whips, canes, floggers, and paddles.

Hiro remained perfectly still, his fingers curled slightly around the sheets as he knelt, afraid that Raiden would increase his punishment. What if Raiden decides not to let him cum for two weeks? He didn’t think he could handle that.

From the way he was positioned, he knew he was going to be spanked and honestly, he was kinda looking forward to it. A flicker of anticipation simmered low in his belly and his dick went hard from excitement.

“My, would you look at that.” He heard Raiden tease before feeling Raiden’s fingers rub the head of his dick, giving it a little squeeze. His dick, the traitorous little thing twitched, spewing out precum, making Raiden chuckle. “Looks like you’re excited for this punishment.”

Hiro blushed, hiding his heated face in the cool sheets. If it were some months ago, he would have been completely appalled at thought of having sex not to talk of getting turned on from being spanked but here he was, leaking at prospect of having his ass beaten. He didn’t know why but he just liked it. He liked every bedroom related stuff Raiden did to him. Whether it was covering his eyes, plugging his ears or handcuffing him to the bedpost. He loved having sex with Raiden. Hard, fast, slow, rough, he didn’t mind. Raiden could take him however he wanted.

Hiro suddenly realised how drastically his thoughts had changed and he groaned. When did he turn out this way? Was he always like this and just needed someone like Raiden to bring it out of him? Or did he change because of Raiden?

Raiden smiled, pulling his hand away from Hiro’s excited little member, licking the precum on his fingers before holding out the implements he had picked. “Choose one,” he said to Hiro. “Left hand or right hand?”

Hiro frowned, confused. What did Raiden mean? He wanted to turn but Raiden quickly pressed his head back down.

“Maintain your position.” He ordered. “And choose. Left or right?”

Raiden’s voice had dropped, low and commanding, laced with a quiet authority that sent a shiver down Hiro’s spine. It was deep, steady, and unmistakably dominant, wrapping around Hiro like invisible restraints.

Hiro’s breath caught. Raiden’s tone of voice was maddeningly attractive. It made something inside him curl and melt, awakening an ache to submit, to be good, to please. His body responded before his mind could catch up, maintaining his position, craving the approval hidden behind Raiden’s every word.

“You want me to choose what hand you’ll spank me with?” he asked.

Raiden chuckled deviously, looking at the whip in his right hand and the cane in his left. “You can say that.”

“Ohhh.” Hiro mused. Well, whatever hand it was didn’t matter. “Left.”

Raiden looked at the thick cane in his left hand and his smile widened. “Left it is.” He returned the whip to the shelf then took off his black shirt, throwing it on a nearby chair.

He had chosen a thick cane instead of a thin one because it delivered deeper, more controlled pain. Since he was just introducing Hiro to his lifestyle, a thick cane would help ease Hiro into the experience, then he would push Hiro’s limits gradually and see what Hiro could take and what he couldn’t.

He wanted Hiro to fully submit—not out of panic or shock or fear, but because of the slow, bruising pain that leaves him trembling and needy in just the right way.