Kellen's nipples felt sore and his ass stung. Every time the fabric from the apron slid over and rubbed against his bright red nipples, Kellen moaned. Shit.
He'd underestimated Rhys. That was very foolish of him. Why did he do that?
Rhys had warned him and Kellen thought he could match his freak right away. There was a reason that Rhys was edging him into it.
Damn it, his nipples stung. It hurt. It actually wasn't just a sting, they pulsed with pain as Kellen struggled against the ties on his hands. It wasn't out of fear, but he was trying to escape the attention of Rhys.
It wasn't working.
"Trying to escape? Bad boy." Rhys' voice filled Kellen's body with anticipation. Every time he had called him a bad boy, Kellen's body had received some kind of punishment. Apparently Kellen wasn't supposed to fight against the pleasure that Rhys was giving his body. He was supposed to be a good boy and 'take it'.
Kellen was not good at following instructions.
