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Byron must have sensed his apprehension. “What’s your safe word?” Byron asked. “Say it now, one time, before we start the scene.”

“Shrimp, Sir,” Skylar replied. He knew Byron was checking on whether or not Skylar was up to this or if he’d changed his mind. In spite of his forcefulness, Byron had always showed him a hidden gentleness Skylar was sure no one else had seen in the shark.

“Very good.” Byron caressed Skylar’s spine as he spoke. “From now on, you say it whenever you feel things are getting too much.”

“Yes, Sir,” Skylar answered.

He closed his eyes and relaxed against the bench, just like Byron had told him. He felt, rather than heard, Byron move behind him. On occasion, his sharp hearing did detect the swoosh of something leathery and another, harsher sound he couldn’t quite identify.

Finally, Byron stood behind him once again. A thin, soft object swept over Skylar’s spine, making him shiver with anticipation. “Do you remember, little seahorse, how you disobeyed me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Skylar replied. But he’d already received the slaps for that. Wasn’t Byron done punishing him?

“No doubt you’re wondering what I’m going to do to you.” Byron chuckled. “Well, little seahorse, those slaps you’re thinking about were just to whet your appetite. Now, for your real punishment.”

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It was the only warning Skylar received before the whip—it was a thin whip, Skylar decided—fell on his skin. His buttocks had recovered from the slaps, but the new sensations brought a whole new burn within him. Lines of fire appeared over his body where the whip fell. Skylar felt torn between wanting more of the feeling or running away from it. But truly, he had no place to go. With him bound and at Byron’s mercy, the decision was out of his hands. It felt strangely liberating.

Byron skillfully played him, as if he were a virtuoso and Skylar a musical instrument. Skylar struggled to remain still like he’d been told, but it turned out to be much harder than he’d expected. He strained against his bindings, gasping out Byron’s name.

The strokes stopped falling and Byron tsked. “Do you remember what I said, Skylar? You’re not supposed to move.”

Skylar cursed himself as he realized he’d completely fallen out of the scene. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please… Please. I need…”

“Tell me, Skylar. What do you need?”

The words spilled out of Skylar. “Fuck me. God, Sir, please fuck me.”

“It seems, my little seahorse, you’ve already forgotten how this works. I make the rules, and I say when and what happens.”

Skylar shuddered at Byron’s authoritative tone. “But since it’s your first scene, I’ll let you off easy. Count for me. Ten slaps.”

Skylar actually thought that he would enjoy this. It was no hardship to be slapped by Byron. But he instantly changed his mind when the first hit fell. It was pain, pure pain, and more so on his already sensitive skin. It was very different from the slaps from before. It was punishment, and beyond the eroticism of it, Skylar realized that he truly had made a mistake, and he did need to reap what he’d sowed.

Hating to disappoint Byron, Skylar began to count. “One.” He gritted his teeth at the second slap fell. “Two.” Tears streamed down his cheeks as blow after blow struck his skin. Three. Four. Five. All
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the way to ten. Skylar didn’t know how he withstood it, but he did, even if when at last, his lover finished, his cock had completely lost interest.

Byron knelt in front of the spanking bench and caressed his cheek.

“Hurts?” Byron asked softly.

“Yes, sir,” Skylar replied in a low murmur.

“Do you want to stop?” Byron inquired. “Is it too much?”

Skylar immediately shook his head. “No, Sir. I’m fine.”

Byron brushed his tears away. “My brave, sweet, little seahorse.

You have to realize that I don’t want you in pain. Why didn’t you use your safe word?”

Skylar fought to focus his hazy mind. “I… I needed to be punished.”

“Oh, Skylar, you still have so much to learn, but above it all, you have to always keep in mind your safety is the most important thing.

Remember that.”

When Byron began to undo the straps, Skylar’s heart began to race. “But… I thought…”

Byron gave him a look, and Skylar shut up. He’d fucked up enough for the night.

Byron took him in his arms and slowly carried him out of the dungeon and back into the bedroom. He placed Skylar on the huge four-poster, facedown, ass up. Skylar didn’t move as his lover left the room. Would Byron’s promise to take him be forfeit now? Had Skylar spoiled their first night together so much?

Thankfully, Skylar wasn’t left to his musings for too long. Byron returned to the room, and the bed dipped as the shark joined Skylar on the mattress. Warm, slick hands caressed Skylar’s buttocks, and he gathered Byron had gone to procure some sort of special ointment. It was certainly doing the trick since the pain disappeared much faster than it would have simply through Skylar’s shape-shifter abilities.

Skylar relaxed under Byron’s ministrations, melting into the mattress and allowing the shark to do whatever he wanted. For that
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reason, he was taken by surprise when the shark suddenly turned him around and pulled him into his lap. “You’re not supposed to know everything from the very beginning,” Byron said as he met Skylar’s eyes. “Tonight was just a lesson, but it might have been too hard for you.” Byron pecked Skylar’s lips in a brief, gentle kiss. “You did good, sweetheart. In time, you’ll learn to do better.”

Skylar smiled, already feeling reassured. “Okay. Do I still get to have you inside me?”

Byron groaned, almost sounding in pain. “Are you sure?”

Skylar nodded. He hadn’t been more certain than anything in his life, especially now, when he felt Byron’s two cocks twitching against his ass. “I won’t change my mind.”

“All right.” Byron flipped him on all fours yet again. “But at any time if you’re hurting, you tell me. No more foolishness like before.”

“Yes, Sir.” Skylar began to pant. “I understand.”

Byron’s still-slick fingers rubbed against his crease, spreading the ointment over his opening. Skylar’s cock went rock hard once again, and he trembled at that simple touch, imagining how it would feel like to have Byron inside him.

Ever so slowly, Byron pushed one thick finger inside him. Skylar took it quite easily, but he knew it wouldn’t be the case with Byron’s pricks. Still, he wasn’t afraid. If anything, he felt excited, and his excitement only increased when the invading digit hit his special spot.

Thankfully, this time Byron hadn’t told him not to move, so Skylar could surrender himself to his passion. He pushed back against Byron, writhing like a wild thing, begging and pleading. Byron took mercy on him and added another finger. This time, the penetration felt a little snug, but Skylar still had no problem with it.

The third finger made him a bit uncomfortable. Byron caressed his hip, strikingly gentle for a man who’d earlier whipped him into submission. But then, Byron was a person of contrasts, and in his hold, Skylar relaxed, accepting the slight burn as part of the lovemaking process.

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Byron scissored his fingers inside Skylar, at the same time mercilessly rubbing Skylar’s prostate. With the pleasure that coursed through him, Skylar didn’t really register the moment the fingers abandoned his body. One moment they were there, and the next, poof, they’d disappeared, leaving him feeling bereft and empty.

Skylar’s anus clenched around empty air, more than ever needing to be filled. “Byron, Sir, please!”

Byron tsked, a sound Skylar was beginning to recognize as affectionate disapproval. “Patience, little seahorse. Patience.”

Byron did something behind Skylar, and then, something slick and hard prodded against Skylar’s hole. It was too small and cool to be Byron’s penis—penises—though. Skylar realized it must be some sort of toy which Byron intended to insert inside him.

Skylar immediately panicked. He didn’t want to have his virginity taken by an object. He needed Byron. Nothing and no one else would do.

“Sir, please. I…” He wasn’t sure if they were in an actual scene, but he needed to get his point across. He struggled to remember the word he’d established with Byron and finally said, “Shrimp.”

Instantly, the toy disappeared from between his buttocks. Skylar heard it drop on the mattress, and then Byron pulled Skylar into his lap again.

“What is it, Skylar? What’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t want a toy. I want you. You have to be my first, not some piece of plastic.”

It might have been a strange way of thinking, but to Skylar, it made all the sense in the world. He’d waited so long to find the right man for him, his soul mate, the man who could give him the family he desired so much. Now, he would accept no substitutes.

Byron looked pained. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll hurt you if I don’t prepare you adequately.”

“I’m not afraid. Please, Byron. I can take you. I know I can.”

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Byron took a deep breath then exhaled. “Very well, Skylar. But if we’re going to do this, we’ll do it my way.”

“Yes, Sir,” Skylar readily agreed. He understood the way things worked now, and he knew Byron would give him what he wanted. He just needed to be a little patient.

Instead of the toy, Byron’s fingers returned to Skylar’s body. First one, then two, scissoring gently, stretching him again and, of course, unerringly zeroing in on his prostate. Skylar bit his lip in an attempt to quiet down his impatience.

Byron didn’t push Skylar back down on all fours. Instead, he continued to finger-fuck Skylar like that, still holding Skylar’s gaze. It was almost embarrassing, or it would have been with anyone else except Byron. Skylar trusted the shark with all his secrets, even his oddest and most shameful ones. He hadn’t shared all his peculiarities with Byron yet, but that could wait for a different time.

It occurred to him that if he did have sex with Byron, there might be consequences. A different time, he would have thought it impossible, but recent revelations made him wonder. He considered talking to Byron and telling him the truth. The shark deserved to know what he might be getting himself into.

But the time for talking had come and gone, and Skylar forgot all about words when, at last, Byron removed his fingers from Skylar’s body. Moments later, Byron’s cocks nudged against Skylar’s hole.

“Ready?” Byron asked. When Skylar nodded, Byron continued,

“I’ll let you take it in your own rhythm. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.

You just focus on telling me if it hurts and when I should stop.”

Skylar assented with a small, breathless, “Yes, Sir.”

Byron took hold of his hips and slowly pressed the heads of his cocks in. Skylar’s eyes widened, the burn in his ass much more intense than anything he’d ever expected or experienced.

Intellectually, he’d known it would hurt, but it hadn’t truly processed up until this moment. He now understood why Byron had insisted on using toys first.

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But even if it hurt, Skylar didn’t feel the least bit inclined to give up his desire. It was difficult at first, his body unaccustomed to invasion of any type. However, when in Byron’s arms, Skylar felt so very safe, so loved and so protected. Byron’s hands on his hips were so warm, strikingly so, and Skylar fell into a hypnotic-like state. He went completely relaxed, and his flesh yielded to Byron’s penetration.

It should have been next to impossible, but slowly and surely, Byron filled Skylar’s ass. Oh, it still hurt, but the pain began to dissipate until it was gone completely. And then, before Skylar knew it, Byron was fully inside him, his pubic hair tickling Skylar’s buttocks.

They were both breathing hard with effort by now, but God, it was worth it. Byron’s heat inside Skylar made him feel complete, as if, by taking him, the shark had filled a void in Skylar’s very soul. Now more than ever, Skylar became convinced that his choice had been the correct one. There was no other way to explain it. He simply knew it.

Byron was his soul mate.

Byron slowly lifted him, and Skylar went with it, the motion making his hard cock rub against Byron’s chest. The shark’s two penises touched every inch of his channel, awakening nerves Skylar hadn’t even known existed. It felt amazing. Skylar didn’t have any terms of comparison since he hadn’t been with anyone else before, but the way the two cocks worked him went beyond anything other people could offer him.

All thought disappeared as Skylar’s instincts awoke inside him.

Urged on by Byron, he began to fuck himself on the shark’s cocks.

Byron thrust up, and with every move, he hit Skylar’s special spot.

Skylar was in heaven, pure, sexual heaven. He clung to Byron’s shoulders, hoping to find an anchor in a world that no longer made sense outside what he felt for this incredible, unique man.

Over and over, they fell into the dance of passion as old as time itself. It was as if they’d known each other forever, as they found their reason with an ease usually long-term lovers benefited from. With
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each passing second, the heat between them increased more and more, until it reached unbearable proportions.

And then, Byron buried in his teeth in the flesh of Skylar’s neck.

Pain and pleasure became entwined once again and, with a cry, Skylar found his peak, dissolving into pure, absolute bliss. Several things happened at the same time. Something clicked in his mind and soul, and he was invaded by a different consciousness, Byron’s thoughts, feelings, and memories sweeping through him. Byron’s cock pulsed inside Skylar’s ass as the shark found his peak, and that pleasure burst through their new connection with the intensity of a supernova.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, and perhaps he’d even have been afraid at the far too deep sensations that coursed through him.