The sharp, intense pain over his hip, the sting made worse by Asher's lips, is all it takes. Even without that command, he would have come. Nathaniel screams, overwhelmed more by emotion than the pain itself. He feels safe, even bound, blood, with Asher cutting into him, he has never felt safer.

Nathaniel writhes, arms pulling at his bonds, as he makes soft, choked sounds as the tremors slowly stop, his seed cooling already on his stomach. He sags against the mattress, panting, shivering, unable to lift his head from his arm just yet.