Nails over his hips, coupled with the tug of that chain, make Nathaniel scream and buck, his cock twitching as another bead of fluid sticks to his belly. His arms tug at the cuffs keeping him to the headboard, but Asher had chosen strong materials for both, and all he managed to do is chafe his wrists a little as he sags back against the bed, panting.
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Date: 2009-10-03 09:54 pm (UTC)