POSSESSIVE (MXM)

Twelve

The paddle caressed his back, moving in waves not revealing it true destination. Elijah loved seeing Nolan's body react to the movement, his body subtle shifting away from the paddle but never entirely. Then without warning he slapped it against his side, getting a breathless gasp. The paddle moved lower on his waist before slapping it as well. The sound Nolan made was between a moan and a groan, making Elijah's lips twitch into a tiny smirk.

Nolan was slightly embarrassed by the sounds escaping his mouth, resulting to him now biting his lower lip, but still anticipating more of the spankings.

The paddle crossed his lower back, before in a quick motion slapping his left hip. Nolan bit his bottom lip a little harder, caging the groan that almost left his throat. He felt the paddle travel down his side and up his thigh, Elijah stops walking around him, as the paddle went up to his stomach, and a light spank making him curve and gasp against his own will. A light chuckle left Elijah as he kept teasing him. The paddle traveling to his right hip and another spank, shortly followed by one to his thigh.

Nolan released a shaky breath through his mouth, before swallowing dryly as he felt the paddle travel to his back again. Then a spank on his lower back.

"Mhm..." It was tiny, but Elijah heard him, making him close his eyes momentarily and then opened them again.

The paddle finally settled on Nolan's butt. The perfect round, bubble butt, highlighted by his slacks that were tight around that area. Nolan seized breathing altogether. His heart rampaging in his chest. And as he knew his hips thrusted forward at the sound of the spank. Raspy, harsh, heavy breaths left his lips. But this time he had not expected it yet two more spanks followed each other simultaneously on his butt. Which erupted a loud unexpected moan.

Then there was silence. Nolan licked his lips, straining his ears to collect any sort of sound. His anticipation was sky rocketing. He heard Elijah moving around, then after some time he stopped in front of him. Nolan bit his bottom lip, nibbling it, a result of him being nervous.

"Hold your hands out," Elijah ordered.

In normal instances, Nolan would have questioned it. High chance he would have pulled up a fight. But at this moment his brain was disrupted, his body shaking in ecstasy he could not describe. His heart racing, freaking him out a lot! So, he did what Elijah ordered him to do. No questions asked. No hesitation. Nothing but just followed instructions.

Then a soft material laid on his wrist. Soft like linen. Elijah wrapped the red strip around Nolan's wrist, tight enough to restrain movement but not too tight it stopped the blood flow.

"W-what are you doing?" Finally, Nolan received his voice back, although it was shaky and a little cracked but at least it vocalised his thoughts.

"For now, I'm going easy on you," Elijah whispered, as he caressed his fingers over Nolan's waist, walking around him and stopping behind him.

Nolan gulped, his mouth going dry and his brain goes blank. He has never experienced this before. He was confused, curious, lost, and a little aroused.

A gasp left his mouth when an arm around his abdomen yanked him back, and his back collided with a hard chest. Then a hand moved up his chest and back down. Nolan licked his lips and bit his upper lip releasing it slow. Fingers wrapped around the red, linen material around his wrist, and guided his hands up. His fingers brushing over some hair he knew was not his own, and suddenly he was cradling a head, he assumed belonged to Elijah.

He felt warm breath brushing over his cheek. Fingers running down his arm and then the side of his waist, crawling to his abdomen. Nolan was sure his body was going to burst as it malfunctions in ways it has never done before. He had questions, but his mouth once again went on a strike. A palm rubbed up his stomach, chest, and clutched his shirt. It was a small yet a firm yank, all Nolan heard were a few of his buttons rolling on the ground. A squeal left his lips as he tries to jump away but his hands barged around the head in between his arms, and a hand pressed him back to the man behind him.

Fingers gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and then those hands were gone. Nolan frowned even as a hand caresses his upper body, an arm coiling around his abdomen pushing him back, breaths fanning his exposed neck. It all happened too quick yet too slow. Suddenly the hand that was caressing him, was now clutching his shirt again tightly this time. And lips pressed against his neck.

Nolan gasped, ready to put an end to all of this, when suddenly teeth sunk into his skin, an audio less scream left his mouth, before a tongue soothed the pain away as the pair of lips pressed firmly, sucking his skin. Harsh, shaky breaths left Nolan's mouth, his body trembling to everything that was happening to him, the only thing keeping him up was the hands on his body, and the leg that had slipped in between his thighs as now he was sure he was somewhat perched on Elijah's thigh. The sucking was painful, yet sweet and blissful. Nolan's head was going miles per minutes, his eyes shut tightly he swore he saw stars.

And then those lips were gone, and his arms were lowered yet his body could not stop shaking and he did not know why. His knees still weak and he could tell Elijah was standing up straight and just holding his body so he did not crumbled onto the ground.

Nolan breathed, calming his racing heart down, and trying to gain mobility on his legs. Once he was calm enough and had somewhat caught his breath, Elijah helped him to stand up straight again. And then the blind around his eyes was removed. Nolan kept his eyes closed, slowly opening them to adjust them to the light. His hands were lifted, and Elijah started to untie them.

Nolan only watch the man untie his hands in silence. He had a lot to say but could not construct the sentences. He felt slightly embarrassed as well, as his hands drop freely on his sides. Their eyes finally met, the eye contact prolonged and the silence between the two deafening. Elijah's eyes flattered to his neck then back to his eyes. His hand lifted to Nolan's hair, pushing his fingers into the black wavy curls that were slightly wet probably from sweat.

"Good boy," he praised, making Nolan blush as he looked away.

Elijah chuckled, walking around Nolan towards his bed, and started to pack away the things. Nolan noted that a lot was unused, which probably explains his unthought blurted question.

"That was it? That was your punishment?"

His eyes lifted to meet Elijah's own, whose lips pulled up into a smirk.

"Would you like more?" The question was a tease, a suggestion to something more sinister than what he has just done.

Nolan shook his head, already reversing towards the door.

"No... I'm good. I mean if you are done then that is good. Well, I mean if you're satisfied then great. I mean... whatever, farewell!" Was the last thing the prince stammered as he ducked out the door, and rushed to his bedroom.

He pressed his back against his door, clutching his shirt that was now missing some buttons which did not cross his mind at this moment. His heart was racing too much for him to think. He could not comprehend what has just happened to him. He felt something sticky in his trousers, so with a frown he unbuttoned them and peered inside.

"Ahh!" He screamed before slapping a palm over his mouth after seeing his release.

Did he just? Was that what he thought it was? But how?

Nolan bit his bottom lip as he quickly stripped out of his clothes. As he picked a different outfit, Nolan was convinced something was wrong with his body. It was still craving something he too did not know what it was.

What the hell did Elijah do to him? The prince was annoyed, unsure as to what brought the annoyance, but he was!