Free Claimed by the Order (S-Gods, #1) by J. Johanis

Sin said. Marduk’s breath left him, the color draining from his face. He took a step backward, and a cool grin slipped onto the devilish god’s lips. How could he forget that Sin was in the Order?
    “Don’t fret, Marduk.” Sin’s expression darkened as he closed the distance between them. “Last night, you had the entire Order to please, but tonight you only have me.” Sin unfastened the top of Marduk’s skirt, and let it drop around his ankles. Marduk’s stomach sank. He was already hard, and Sin’s long fingers tightening around his shaft sent a shiver through his body.
    “Magnificent equipment,” Sin said admiring his member, “but I can tell from how you tremble in my grasp that your cock is untrained. Tonight I’m going to teach you how to control it.”
    Sin released his grip and ripped a long strip of cloth from his cape. Then he tied the strip around the base of Marduk’s shaft, wrapping it snug around his balls. He secured another piece of cloth around Marduk’s hips, pinning the head of Marduk’s cock to his stomach.
    “If I’m going to train you properly, I need you to obey my rules. Do you think you can do that?”
    “Yes.” Marduk inhaled sharply as Sin secured the binding, the fabric rough on his sensitive skin.
    “Your training won’t be easy. So if at any time it’s too much for you to handle, just ask for Shamash, and I’ll stop what I’m doing and deliver you directly to him.”
    Marduk swallowed. He preferred whatever torture Sin planned for him over admitting defeat to Shamash.
    “Yes, Lord Sin,” Marduk said, shifting uncomfortably, trying to ignore the pressure building in his restrained sex. Grinning, Sin turned him around, bent him over, and pressed a hard object into his opening. Marduk groaned and grabbed his cock. The intrusion made him feel like exploding. He was so hard, his dick bound and pulsing in his hand. He began to stroke his sex, desperately seeking release.
    “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Sin boomed, smacking Marduk in the head. Marduk flew forward, falling to his hands and knees on the stone. Then he heard Sin unfastening his belt and the sound of leather sliding off Sin’s skirt. His body tensed. In the next moment, the belt snapped his buttocks. He jumped just as another lash hit him, jolting the thing lodged in his ass. The lashes kept coming until Marduk cried out, every small jerk of his body straining the bindings on his cock. When his ass was raw and burning, Sin stopped, pulled Marduk to his feet, and tied his hands in front of him. He backed Marduk against the wall, stretched Marduk’s hands up, and looped his bindings over a stake in the stone. Marduk’s heart began to race. He was hanging against the wall, his feet barely touching the ground.
    With a sinister smile, Sin took a step back and smacked Marduk’s bound cock with the belt. Marduk cried out, pain streaking through him.
    “Nanna-Sin. Please don’t,” Marduk pleaded as Sin struck again. “Ahhh! Please!” White-pain blanked out his vision. Then the strap struck at his cock again and again. “Oh gods. Fuck!” he cried but the lashes didn’t stop. His body writhed against the wall as pain twisted in his gut.
    “Gods no!” he panted, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then Sin paused and ran the belt along his swollen erection. The touch sent a shock through his entire body. A low laugh rumbled in Sin’s throat, followed by another crack, and Marduk saw stars. Then Sin’s hand tightened around his tortured sex, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
    “This cock is mine, Marduk. You’re not allowed to touch it, and you’re not allowed to come.”
    “Yes, my lord,” Marduk stuttered, unable to form coherent thought. “I’m yours, please just... oh gods.”
    He closed his eyes. His blood throbbed inside him. Sin’s grasp on his raw pulsing sex was too much. Sin pressed Marduk’s shoulders to the wall, lifted Marduk’s legs up over his shoulders and, after removing