Free Against the Rules by A.R. Barley

of dark skin and the six-pack abs he’d been teasing Kelly with all afternoon.
    Or, was he removing his pants to show his growing erection? Kelly hadn’t seen Ian’s cock yet, but he’d felt it. He knew it was bigger than his own, thicker. It would feel like heaven in his ass or his mouth.
    His head twitched. He wanted to turn around, to drink in Ian’s body. He needed to see—
    “Don’t move,” Ian said. Long fingers reached out to twist in Kelly’s hair, holding his head firmly in place, while his other hand moved to rest gently on his shoulder.
    “I want to see you.”
    “Not until I give you permission.”
    “Please—”
    “Do you trust me?”
    Trust? Kelly barely knew Ian, but he liked what he’d seen so far. He nodded slowly. His gaze never shifted. He never turned. He just waited to find out what was going to happen next.
    Fingers trailed across his spine. “Now, we’re going to talk about your punishment.”
    “A spanking,” Kelly murmured happily. He wanted to feel the heat of Ian’s hand against his skin, warming him up with a soft slap before putting some muscle behind it. He’d have to work all night with his jeans rubbing against sore skin, and he’d wake up in the morning with bruises in the shape of Ian’s hand. His body shivered happily in anticipation.
    “When you clearly want it so badly?” Ian chuckled. His breath was hot against the delicate skin at the back of Kelly’s neck. His grip never loosened in Kelly’s hair. “Now, I believe in letting the punishment fit the crime. You told me you didn’t have any limits. You didn’t know better, but it was still a lie.” His lips grazed Kelly’s skin with every word, nuzzling against him. “So, I’m going to show you one of the limits you could have set.”
    There was a short pause where the only thing in the small apartment was silence and then...
    Strong teeth chomped down at the base of his neck, quick and hard. Pain ripped through his body as Kelly flinched in shock and surprise, but there was no escaping, not with Ian’s fingers still curled tight in his hair and his other hand still firm against his shoulder.
    Fuck. Adrenaline seared its way through Kelly’s veins as panic and desire warred inside him. It wasn’t just the pain—although there was a lot of pain—it was something primal and electrifying. Fear. Vulnerability. He wanted to twist away, to bend forward and throw his hands up over his neck, but he couldn’t move away from the reassuring hand on his back.
    When Ian finally pulled away, Kelly was still panting hard, dragging air down into his lungs.
    “Biting.” Ian’s hands dropped away. He moved back to where he’d left his supplies on the coffee table. “Did you like it?”
    “Hell, no.” Kelly’s hands curled into fists. He wanted to turn around and tear into the other man, but at the same time...there was something about the throbbing sensation coming from his freshly bitten flesh.
    He’d have a bruise in a few hours, black and purple and violent. If he wore a collared shirt then the cloth would rub against the bruise, reminding him of Ian’s punishment with every breath he took, but if he wore a regular T-shirt then everyone would be able to see the mark.
    Oh, damn. His cock was like an iron bar protruding from his body. His breath was coming even faster now.
    “Is it a limit?” Ian asked, reminding him of their earlier discussion.
    “No,” Kelly yelped. His spine straightened, sending a secondary jolt of pain through his central nervous system. His nails dug into his palms. His voice shook. “I mean, no, it’s not a limit.” The bite hurt like a son of a bitch, but there had been something
intimate
about it. “I don’t think.”
    There was a slight pause then a warm laugh. “Good to hear.”
    The rustling sound came again, closer this time. Supple fabric stroked up and down Kelly’s spine, making every hair stand on end. Leather and silk. Cuffs? But then darkness dropped over