Levi’s low chuckle rumbled against my forehead. He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching mine, a hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Angry sex, pulla?" he echoed, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Is that truly your preferred method of… expressing affection?" He traced the curve of my cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle. "While I confess the concept has a certain… primal appeal, I find myself… unexpectedly content with this current trajectory. This… intricate dance of provocation and revelation. It is, as you say, rather… us."

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine, a feather-light touch that promised more. "Perhaps," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin, "the anger can wait for another night. Tonight… tonight feels like something… different."

"Wait, wow, Levi," I breathed, my own lips tingling from his light touch, "you want gentle sex? Really?"

A slow smile spreads across Levi's lips. "Does the prospect displease you, Pulla? Are you so accustomed to… a more vigorous approach that gentleness holds no allure?" He tilted his head slightly.

"No, Levi," I corrected him, my voice a low murmur, my gaze meeting his directly. "I want both. Start slow… savor the gentleness. And then," I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over his ear, "let the full force follow."

He captured my hand, his grip firm yet gentle, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. "I understand perfectly, pulla," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "The pleasure of contrast."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "You seek the thrill of the unexpected, the allure of the unknown, and just the right measure of… exquisite discomfort. Very well. Let us raise the stakes, then. To ensure the… boundaries of our exploration remain clear, choose a word, Raphael. A single word that will signify an immediate and complete cessation of whatever… activities we might engage in. A word that will be honored, without question."

“Oh, you mean safe word? Okay… Let me think.”

"A clear and unambiguous signal. Take your time, Raphael. Choose a word that holds no other connotation for you, a word that will cut through any… intensity of the moment and be instantly recognized and obeyed."

He waited patiently, his hand still holding mine. Shit. What do I pick?

A slow smile spread across my lips, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes. "I found something, Levi," I declared, my voice clear and steady. "I choose 'Saint'."

Levi's lips twitched slightly, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Very well," he murmured, his gaze softening slightly, a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes. "It seems even in moments of… abandon, you find a way to remind me of my… obligations. A clever choice. Then I chose the word ‘Lucent’." He squeezed my hand gently.

“Lucent? I didn’t know doms have safe words, too. And what does lucent even mean?”

"Indeed, pulla," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Even those who guide must occasionally… recalibrate. And 'lucent'… it means emitting light, clear, luminous. A return to clarity, if you will." He watched my reaction, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Surprised that I would have such a… delicate need?"

“No, I am surprised by the word itself, wait… Did you really chose it because… of my angelic face?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "And if I did?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Would that truly surprise you so much? Beneath the layers of… obligation and control, there might just reside a sliver of appreciation for beauty. Even one as… radiantly distracting as yours."

Damn his poetic mouth. He swayed me once again.

A blush warmed my cheeks. Damn him and his ability to dismantle me with such effortless grace. Just moments ago, I was aiming for something raw and primal, and now… now I was caught in the gentle current of his unexpected tenderness.

"Pulla," he murmured, the possessive endearment now carrying a teasing affection, "is that embarrassment I see coloring your radiant face? It seems my appreciation has had an… unexpected effect." He reached out, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of my jaw. "Tell me," he continued, his voice a low, seductive whisper, "does my admiration truly displease you so?"

"No, Levi," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "It's not your admiration… well, not entirely. It's your… noble talk. Your poetic mouth, okay? People don't actually talk like that in real life. It's like something out of one of those period dramas." The blush still lingered on my cheeks. His words, while undeniably flattering, also felt a little… unreal. And yet… it was working. Dammit.

"Ah, the undeniable burden of noble lineage, my dear," he murmured, his voice a low, silken caress. "It bleeds into one's very manner of speaking. Although," he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with playful challenge, "be honest with me now, Pulla. If I were to abandon such… antiquated eloquence and simply state, in the crudest of terms: 'You are exquisite. I desire you intensely'… would the effect be quite so… potent?"

A sigh, laced with reluctant amusement, escaped my lips. "Probably not, damn."

"Indeed, Pulla," he purred. "Saint and Lucent. Our boundaries are set. Now…" He gestured towards the bed with an elegant sweep of his hand. "Please be seated. There are… certain preparations to be made. Some… items I believe will enhance our exploration of these newfound… gentler inclinations, as well as the more… vigorous pursuits you desire."

"Items." The innocuous word sent a fresh wave of nervous anticipation washing over me. What did he mean by that?

Then Levi entered the room with some silk ribbons. Oh, bondage that is…

Silk. It spoke of luxury, of gentle restraint, a far cry from harsh bindings. My heart fluttered, a mixture of curiosity and excitement bubbling within me.

He held out one of the silken ribbons, the soft fabric catching the light. "Inspired by your idea of starting slow and escalating further. Please," he extended his wrist towards me, his gaze never leaving mine, "give me your wrist… and then your ankles."

Levi's movements were precise and deliberate as he worked with the silk ribbons. He carefully positioned my wrists and ankles, drawing them closer together, and then began to bind them. The soft silk wrapped around my skin, creating a delicate yet undeniable restraint. He knotted the ribbons securely, connecting my wrists to my ankles in a way that limited my movement significantly, forcing a certain posture, a yielding of control. The bindings were surprisingly loose, allowing for a considerable range of motion, yet a subtle sense of restraint was undeniably present. My confusion must have been evident on my face, because his eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Oh, pulla," he murmured, his gaze knowing, "so eager to rush ahead. Again. Patience. The beauty of this particular game lies in its delicate balance. The more you move, the tighter the knots will become. If you wish to retain your current freedom, stillness is your ally. But if you yield to your… natural restlessness…" A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips, his eyes promising a delicious consequence. "Well, then… you will see."

Levi's gaze lingered on me for a moment, a knowing glint in his eyes. "It seems the initial… freedoms were not quite to your liking, were they? Always seeking a deeper layer." He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek with a feather-light touch before gently settling over my eyes. The soft silk of another ribbon was then carefully tied, obscuring my vision, plunging me into a world of heightened sensation and anticipation.

Levi's touch was surprisingly gentle as he guided me onto the bed, carefully positioning me on my side. "From our earlier… explorations," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, "the understanding was… no lasting marks, and discomfort kept to a minimum, was it not?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, my voice a little breathless, the anticipation building with each of his actions. "No bruises. I have set tomorrow."

“Understood, please allow me.”

Then, the sharp sting erupted on my butt. A gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and sharp. "What the fuck, Levi!" The unexpectedness of the action, the sudden intrusion of sensation into the gentle prelude, sent a jolt of surprise and a flicker of something akin to… excitement?

Levi's voice, though still a whisper close to my ear, now held a firm edge. "Pulla do not move. The silk, as you are aware, responds to friction. Struggle, and you will find yourself far more… thoroughly bound than you currently are."

Then, another sharp sting landed on my backside, echoing the first.

“You just spanked me! Ah-!”

And another sharp and loud spank landed.

"Yes," Levi murmured, his voice devoid of apology. "Did you truly believe our exploration would remain solely in the realm of… tender caresses?"

“But you never spanked me before, I am just surprised.”

"Surprise can be… invigorating, wouldn't you agree, pulla?" he murmured, his voice laced with a playful yet dominant tone. "And as you yourself expressed a desire for the unexpected… consider this a small deviation from the familiar. A… recalibration of expectations."

The abrupt cessation of the spanking left a tingling warmth in its wake. Then, a new sensation began, a delicate contrast to the earlier sharpness. Levi's fingernails, smooth and cool against my heated skin, traced slow, deliberate patterns along my thighs, sending shivers of anticipation rippling through me. The light, almost feather-like touch then moved upwards, across my ribs, over the sensitive skin of my chest, each stroke a deliberate exploration, a building of a different kind of tension.

As I began to acclimate to the feather-light touch, the sharp, sudden impact of another spank landed, a jarring intrusion that stole the air from my lungs. My body tensed, a gasp escaping my lips, as the heat bloomed on my backside once more.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t actually hurt, it’s the heat.” I answered. Levi's teeth grazed my earlobe.

"The heat," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. "A different kind of sensation. Tell me, Pulla, is it… unwelcome?"

“No, it’s okay.”

"Okay," Levi echoed, his voice a low murmur against my ear. The gentle nibbling continued for a moment longer before he pulled back slightly.

Then, with a fluid grace that spoke of practiced control, Levi shifted his position, his movements causing the silk bindings to rustle softly. He gently turned me onto my back, my blindfold still obscuring the world, leaving me vulnerable and acutely aware of his presence. The distinct sound of a bottle being squeezed reached my ears – the unmistakable squelch of lubricant. My senses, already heightened, now focused on the expectation of his touch, the slow slide of his fingers… but that wasn't what followed. Instead, the air grew cooler, and then, the unmistakable sensation of cold, slick lubricant being liberally applied to the length of my erection sent a gasp, sharp and involuntary, escaping my lips.

Before the initial shock of the cold lubricant could fully register, a new sensation claimed my attention. Levi's fingers closed around me. His hand began to move, a slow, deliberate slide that drew a soft groan from my lips.

His fingers continued their slow, deliberate dance along the length of my cock, the slickness of the lube amplifying every nuance of his touch. The gentle friction began to build a delicious heat within me, a slow burn that promised to escalate. My hips instinctively arched slightly, a silent plea for more, for a deepening of the rhythm that was already starting to steal my breath.

A sudden awareness jolted through the haze of building pleasure. Each involuntary arch of my back, each instinctive movement in response to the exquisite sensations he was creating, brought a subtle but undeniable tightening

of the silk bindings around my wrists and ankles.

“Levi… you are so…” I gasped.

“So what pulla?”

"So… ingenious," I managed to gasp out, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The realization of his subtle control, the way he had used my own body's reactions against me, was both frustrating and undeniably… thrilling. "You… you planned this."

A low chuckle rumbled from Levi, a sound laced with a delicious blend of amusement and satisfaction. "Indeed, pulla," he murmured, his fingers still working their magic on my cock, the rhythm now subtly increasing. "Where is the artistry in the predictable? The dance between control and surrender requires a certain… finesse."

His words, coupled with the increasingly insistent strokes of his hand, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. The pleasure was intensifying, building towards a fever pitch, and yet, I was bound, my movements dictated by the very sensations he was so expertly creating.

“Levi, please don’t make cum with your hand. I want something else.”

Levi's fingers tightened slightly. "Ah, pulla," he murmured, his voice a low, knowing drawl. "Always so impatient. 'Something else,' you say? And what precisely might that be?"

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "Tell me truly, are you certain you possess the discipline to remain still, even as the anticipation builds to a fever pitch? The silk, as you have already discovered, is a most persuasive reminder of the consequences of… unrestrained enthusiasm. Indulge my curiosity. Convince me that your desire for 'something else' outweighs your… natural inclination to writhe in pleasure."

"Yes," I managed, my voice a strained whisper, the word catching in my throat. "Yes, Levi. I can… I will stay still. Just… please."

A soft gasp escaped my lips as the torment shifted, intensifying in a new, exquisitely agonizing way. The cold slickness of the lube was suddenly juxtaposed with the warm, firm pressure of what I could only assume was the tip of Levi's thumb, pressing against the sensitive entrance. The contact was maddeningly gentle, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent shivers of anticipation and a desperate throb of need through my already aching body.

“Please… More, I am so close…”

"Close, pulla?" Levi murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. The rhythmic stroking of his thumb against my slick entrance continued, maddeningly slow and deliberate. "The precipice is often the most… exquisite place to linger." He increased the pressure infinitesimally, just enough to send a fresh wave of sensation crashing through me, but still holding back from any deeper intrusion. Each slow glide of his thumb amplifying the unbearable pressure building within me. My breath hitched, my muscles clenched, and a desperate whimper escaped my lips.

"Tell me again," he purred, his voice laced with a delicious control, "are you certain you can remain still, even as you teeter on the very edge?"

My hips strained against the silken restraints, a silent plea for deeper contact that went unanswered.

"Levi…" I choked out, my voice thick with desperation. "Please… I can't… I'm so close…"

The anticipation had reached a fever pitch, a white-hot intensity. My muscles trembled, my body arching involuntarily despite my desperate attempts to remain still, the silk biting slightly into my skin as a consequence. The edge was so close I could taste it.

Just as I was teetering on the edge, the agonizingly slow rhythm of his thumb against my entrance reaching a crescendo of unbearable anticipation, a sudden, explosive sensation ripped through my body. A sharp, loud crack resonated through the room, followed by an intense, burning heat that bloomed across my backside. Another spank, but this time, it was different. It was brutal, forceful, a shocking intrusion that shattered the delicate control I was desperately clinging to.

The unexpected impact sent a jolt of pure sensation rocketing through me, a tidal wave of pleasure and pain. My body convulsed, a strangled cry tearing from my throat, and I shattered. A thick, hot wave of release surged through me, the force of my orgasm amplified by the preceding torment, the enforced stillness, and the shock of the spank. My hips bucked against the silk, the restraints biting into my skin, and I came in a rush, a guttural groan escaping my lips as the world exploded into a blinding flash of sensation.

Levi's voice, a low, satisfied murmur, cut through the haze of my still-reeling senses. "Ah, pulla," he purred, his tone laced with a triumphant note. "Such a beautifully responsive body. And so sensitive." I could feel his gaze on me, assessing the aftermath of the intense orgasm that still shuddered through me. "Not even the slightest intrusion, and yet… such a potent release. It seems my touch alone is enough to send you spiraling."

"Damn you, Levi," I finally managed, my voice still thick with the aftershocks. "You… you did that on purpose."

A low chuckle rumbled in Levi's chest. "Purposeful? Perhaps," he conceded, his voice laced with a playful arrogance. "Though I prefer to think of it as… a demonstration of control."

He reached out, his fingers gently tracing a path through my chest. "You see, Raphael? The body is a fascinating instrument, capable of symphonies of pleasure with the slightest touch, the most unexpected stimulus. And you… you play your part beautifully."

“You and… your damn poetic mouth, Levi.”

A soft chuckle escaped Levi's lips, a sound that held a genuine warmth this time. "Ah, but you find it… effective, do you not?" he murmured, his fingers still tracing patterns on my chest, a possessive caress. "My 'poetic mouth,' as you put it, merely attempts to articulate the… profound effect you have."

His fingers continued their gentle exploration of my chest, tracing slow, deliberate patterns that sent shivers dancing across my skin.

Levi leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear once more. "Tell me, Raphael," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper. "What are your thoughts now, in the aftermath of such… intense sensations?"

“You know what, Levi? It just fueled me even further to one day, one damn day, you will get a taste of your own medicine.”

"Ah," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my ear. "Such spirited defiance, even in the aftermath of such… persuasive demonstrations. It warms my soul to know my efforts have not dulled your fire.”

Levi's shift brought him closer, his presence a warm weight beside me. His voice, now softer, held a note of genuine surprise. "Truly, pulla," he murmured, his breath feather-light against my cheek. "Your response it was far more intense than I anticipated, especially without direct intimacy. It seems I have underestimated your exquisite sensitivity." He paused, his tone shifting to one of consideration. "Therefore, let us proceed with a gentler hand for now, yes? Allow you to recover from such… potent sensations."

The unexpected gentleness in Levi's voice had started to lull me into a sense of… something akin to safety, a momentary reprieve from the intense sensations. But the brief respite was broken by the rustle of movement as he left the bed. My heightened senses strained to discern his actions. He returned quickly, leaning in close once more, and then… a feather-light touch grazed my cheek. Or perhaps it was the softest of brushes.

The soft brush, or feather – its exact nature still a tantalizing mystery behind the silk of the blindfold – continued its delicate exploration of my face. It traced the curve of my jawline, the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe, the line of my brow. Each stroke was feather-light, almost imperceptible, yet it sent shivers of heightened awareness dancing across my skin. After the intense, almost brutal sensations of moments ago, this gentle caress was an incredibly arousing contrast.

It was as if Levi was exploring a different facet of my sensitivity, teasing nerve endings I hadn't even realized were so responsive. A low moan escaped my lips as the delicate touch dipped lower, tracing the line of my collarbone, the upper swell of my chest.

It teased the tips of my nipples, sending sharp jolts of arousal through my chest, each delicate stroke igniting a fresh wave of longing. My hips began to subtly shift against the bed, an involuntary response to the desire that was coiling deep within my belly.

Levi’s breath hitched softly near my ear, a silent acknowledgment of his rising arousal. The feather, or brush, dipped further, tracing the contours of my abdomen, the soft hair there sending shivers of anticipation down towards my groin.

The soft implement, whatever its delicate form, continued its tantalizing journey southward. It traced the line of my hipbone, dipping lower still, the gentle tickle sending shivers of pure anticipation spiraling through my core. My cock, now fully reawakened, throbbed insistently, yearning for the touch that had brought it such intense release moments ago.

Levi's voice, a low murmur of satisfaction, broke the heavy silence. "Ah, Pulla," he breathed, the sound close to my ear, laced with a hint of triumph. "Do you begin to comprehend my meaning now? Simple, gentle strokes of a brush, a mere whisper of sensation against your skin, and yet… once again, your body is singing a song of arousal."

“Damn…”

Was my body always this sensitive? He was right, it was just a brush.

"Your skin… it remembers, doesn't it? The echoes of earlier sensations, the anticipation of what might come. A mere whisper is often enough to stir the depths."

The brush remained a feather-light presence against my tip.

"Now, pulla. Let me inquire once more. Are you certain that you possess the discipline to remain still, even as this… gentle persuasion continues? The slightest movement, as you know, has its consequences."

The delicate fibers of the brush continued their teasing dance against the head of my cock, each stroke sending jolts of exquisite sensation through my tethered body.

"Yes," I finally managed, my voice a strained whisper. "Yes, Levi. I will… try to remain still."

Levi's movements were fluid and deliberate as he shifted his position once more, gently guiding me onto my side. Then, the unmistakable sound of a lubricant bottle being squeezed filled the air.

He settled behind me, spooning my body, then the slick coldness of his fingers slid between my thighs, a slow, deliberate exploration. The earlier delicate touch of the brush had been a prelude, a tantalizing tease that had prepared me for this more direct contact.

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The slickness of the lubricant amplified the sensation as Levi's fingers began their slow, deliberate exploration within me. Each gentle press and withdrawal sent shivers of pleasure rippling through my core. My hips instinctively arched back, seeking deeper contact, the enforced stillness of my bound limbs creating a delicious friction against his touch.

His fingers stretched me slowly, easing their way deeper, finding those sensitive spots that sent jolts of pure sensation through my body. A gasp escaped my lips as he found a particularly tender knot of nerves, a pressure point that ignited a firestorm of longing within me.

“Levi, please… fuck me.”

The slow, deliberate pace was leaving me aching for more, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable crescendo. "Levi," I repeated, my voice thick with need, the enforced stillness of my bound limbs amplifying the desperate yearning in my core. "Please… I need you inside me. Now."

A low rumble vibrated against my back as Levi shifted slightly behind me. His fingers, still slick with lubricant, withdrew slowly, leaving me aching and empty for a fleeting moment. Then, I felt the press of his hard length against my backside, the smooth glide of the condom against my slick skin. A gasp escaped my lips.

He nudged against my entrance, sending shivers of sensation through my core. With a slow, deliberate pressure, he began to slide inside, filling me inch by inch. I gasped again, the sensation was intense, the stretching fullness a welcome relief to the aching emptiness.

Once fully inside within me, Levi remained still for a breath-catching moment, allowing my body to acclimate to his size. The feeling of him lodged deep inside, the solid weight pressed against my backside, was a potent wave of pure sensation, a fulfillment of the aching void his fingers had created.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to move. Each inch of withdrawal and subsequent deeper thrust sent ripples of heat through my core, the friction of his cock against my inner walls igniting a firestorm of delight. My hips, instinctively rocked against him, seeking a deeper purchase, a more profound connection.

A sudden, sharp awareness cut through the mounting pleasure. Each involuntary thrust of my hips, each restless shifting of my legs in response to the exquisite friction of Levi inside me, brought a distinct tightening of the silken bonds. My wrists and ankles, initially loosely connected, were being drawn inexorably closer, forcing my body into an increasingly curled, fetal-like posture.

Damn this devil.

My body was being drawn into a tighter coil with each rapid thrust, the silken bonds acting as a cruel but effective constraint. Yet, despite the increasing discomfort of the forced position, the intensified rhythm of his movements within me was undeniably electrifying. Each deep, rapid plunge sent shock waves of pure sensation through my core, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath hitched and caught, my vocalizations a mix of guttural moans and sharp gasps as the friction built.

“Pulla,” he breathed, the possessive endearment laced with a hint of playful reprimand. “Didn’t you vow to maintain your stillness? Yet, I feel the delightful tremors of your body, the subtle shifts of your hips. It seems the intensity of our connection is proving… challenging for your resolve, hmm?”

"Damn you…" I gasped, the words stolen by the rapid, insistent strokes that were driving me closer to the edge. "It's your fault I can't stay still. You feel too good." My hips bucked involuntarily against his, the silken restraints digging slightly into my wrists and ankles, pulling me tighter into that damned curled position.

Levi's thrusts eased for a fraction of a second, a deliberate pause that only heightened the exquisite tension coiling within me. "My fault? How delightfully convenient." His fingers tightened on my hip for a fleeting moment, a possessive squeeze that reminded me who was in control, before that relentless rhythm resumed, pushing me further towards the brink.

Levi’s voice, a low murmur against my ear, sent a fresh wave of heat through my already sensitized skin. “Pulla,” he breathed, his rhythmic movements within me continuing unabated. “If these ties were not silk, without their… charming tendency to embrace you more intimately with each delightful undulation of your body, would our little game be quite as… engaging?”

He knew the answer, of course.

"You know it wouldn't," I managed to choke out, my voice thick with arousal and a hint of frustrated surrender. "It's… it's part of it, isn't it? The feeling of being held, of my own body betraying me, pulling me closer while you…" I trailed off, unable to articulate the complex mix of sensations that were overwhelming me.

Levi’s pace quickened, each powerful plunge driving deeper, eliciting a strangled cry from my lips. The silken restraints bit further into my skin, the forced fetal position now making my muscles ache, yet the exquisite friction of his cock sliding in and out of me overshadowed the discomfort. My hips, despite their confinement, still bucked and strained against him, desperate for a more profound connection, a deeper purchase in this intoxicating dance.

The friction within me escalated, an inferno of sensation that spread through my entire being. My muscles clenched and spasmed, my hips bucking wildly against his, the restraints offering a tantalizing resistance. A strangled cry tore from my throat as the sensations crested. My body shuddered violently, the release a potent, all-consuming force that wrung every last tension from my being.

Levi’s voice, thick with satisfaction, rumbled against my ear as my body continued to tremble from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Ah, Pulla,” he murmured, a hint of playful accusation in his tone. “So utterly consumed by your own pleasure, so completely lost in that beautiful release… you leave me here, still wanting.”

A shiver, not entirely unpleasant, traced its way down my spine at the shift in his tone. The teasing had vanished, replaced by a low, deliberate command. "So far, Pulla," Levi murmured, his grip tightening slightly on my hip, a subtle warning. "It was… measured. Considerate, even. But despite my gentle approach, your delightful inability to remain still has consequences."

"Now, now," he continued, his voice a silken threat. "Allow me a small indulgence. A little… discipline, perhaps, to remind you of the importance of obedience."

A sharp intake of breath hitched in my throat as the gentle warmth of Levi's hand was replaced by a chilling grip. His slender fingers, now icy cold against my overheated skin, wrapped tightly around my already throbbing cock. There was no tenderness in this hold, only a firm, almost punishing pressure.

Then, the movement began. Not the slow, deliberate strokes I had come to expect, but a rapid, almost brutal squeezing motion, his hand sliding up and down the length of my shaft with a speed that sent jolts of sharp, intense sensation through my entire being. My body reacted instantly, every muscle clenching in protest and a surprising surge of raw sensation. It was painful, undeniably so. Yet, even through the discomfort, a strange, perverse thrill shot through me at the sudden shift in intensity. My breath came in ragged gasps, a whimper escaping my lips as the rapid squeezing threatened to send me spiraling into another unwanted climax, this time born of pain.

And yet, even as my body clenched against the almost painful friction of his hand, I could feel him still deep within me. Each deep penetration was a deliberate expansion that amplified the sensations radiating from his punishing grip. It was a dizzying assault on my senses, a simultaneous experience of sharp, almost painful stimulation on the outside and a deep, stretching fullness within.

“Levi… It hurts….”

My plea, a raw whisper of discomfort, seemed to only fuel the cold resolve in Levi's touch. His rapid squeezing on my cock didn't relent.

"Is that so, pulla?" he murmured, his voice devoid of any sympathy. "A pity. But perhaps a little discomfort is precisely what you require to truly appreciate the importance of… stillness."

The pain in my abused cock was undeniable, a tight, burning sensation that made my entire body clench. My breath hitched and shuddered, a strangled whimper escaping my lips.

Just as a sliver of hope flickered that the sharp torment might subside, Levi shifted his weight, a sudden movement that sent a jolt through my bound form. The angle changed, and now he loomed directly above me, his presence a palpable weight. His cold grip on my throbbing cock remained firm, the rapid squeezing undiminished in its intensity.

But the shift in position brought a new, even more profound sensation from within. With him directly over me, each of his deep thrusts now plunged even further, stretching me open in a way that stole my breath. It was a brutal, almost violating fullness. My body arched helplessly against the bed, a strangled cry escaping my lips as the dual sensations threatened to shatter my control completely.

Each shallow, desperate inhale I drew only exacerbated the agonizing constriction of the silken bonds. They bit deeper into my flesh, a relentless pressure that intensified with every rise and fall of my chest. Yet, even as my physical discomfort mounted, Levi’s merciless tempo continued unabated. His deep thrusts became even more profound, each invasion stretching me to my absolute limit. And his grip on my cock… it was relentless, sending jolts of sharp, white-hot pain through my straining member.

"Levi…" I choked out, my body trembling violently against the unforgiving silk. "I'm going to… cum again…"

“Pulla,” he hissed, his tone laced with a sharp edge of disappointment. “Have you truly learned nothing from this… disciplinary interlude? Still so easily swayed by the baser urges?”

Then, with a sudden, almost brutal shift, I was rolled onto my side once more, the abrupt movement jarring my already aching body. The intense pressure on my cock vanished, replaced by a momentary sense of relief that was instantly shattered. The air cracked with a sharp, resounding smack against my backside. The stinging heat bloomed instantly. Another followed quickly, harder this time, the impact echoing in the confined space.

Each subsequent spank landed with brutal force, the stinging heat blossoming across my already tender flesh. My hips bucked involuntarily with each sharp crack, a primal response to the stinging pain that was now the dominant sensation.

But, Levi wasn’t satisfied.

The change in position was abrupt and deliberate, leaving me vulnerable and exposed in a new way. Balancing precariously on my elbow and knees, my backside was now presented to Levi in its entirety, the tender flesh a target for his... artistry.

The slick drag of his finger across my tender backside was a startling deviation from the expected sting. But the true shock came from within. Even as that single digit mapped the curves of my exposed ass, I felt a subtle intrusion, a widening pressure deep inside. Another finger, coated in lubricant, was sliding alongside his still-rigid length, stretching me in a way that made me gasp.

"Levi, stop! It really hurts!" The plea tore from my throat, the dual invasion an almost unbearable intensity.

His voice, a low murmur of satisfaction against my ear, offered no reprieve. "Well, that is the big idea."

A chill snaked down my spine at his words. "You know me, pulla," Levi murmured, his voice taking on a clinical, almost detached tone. "Ever the observer. This… this is merely curiosity, you see. An experiment to gauge the remarkable adaptability of your exquisite form."

"Take that finger out, okay?" I pleaded, my voice strained and desperate. "You're… you're going to rip me."

“No.”

The pressure of his intruding finger didn't lessen, didn't waver. It continued its slow, inexorable movement, stretching me further, ignoring my desperate plea. The stretching sensation intensified, a sharp, tearing feeling that made me gasp and clench my teeth against the rising tide of agony.

My voice was strained, bordering on a sob. "Levi, I am being serious," I repeated, the words laced with a genuine fear. "Take your finger out. Please. You are hurting me. I can feel it… I feel like you are going to rip me."

He completely stopped. Then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, his engorged member slid out of me, leaving a lingering ache and a sense of vulnerable emptiness. He gently guided me to lie fully on my side, his touch surprisingly tender. The rasp of silk against skin followed as he carefully untied the bonds that had held me captive, freeing my aching wrists and ankles.

He took the blindfold off. The sudden rush of light was almost blinding after the prolonged darkness. I blinked rapidly, my eyes struggling to adjust to the familiar surroundings of the room. Levi was kneeling beside me, his expression unreadable in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

“Pulla, are you alright?”

A shaky breath escaped my lips, the lingering tension in my body making my voice tremble slightly. "You scared the shit out of me."

The clinical detachment in his voice, the insistent stretching… it had crossed a line, venturing into territory that felt genuinely unsafe.

He rose smoothly and moved towards the bedside table. The clink of glass against glass filled the silence as he poured water from a carafe. He returned quickly, offering the glass with a hesitant gesture. "Here. Drink this." His eyes, no longer holding that detached curiosity, seemed to search mine, perhaps looking for lingering signs of distress.

“Perhaps,” he reiterated, his gaze holding mine with an unusual intensity, “my eagerness to explore the boundaries of your sensitivity led me to overstep. For that, I sincerely apologize.” He reached out, his fingertips brushing lightly against my cheek.

“But please,” he continued, his voice firm yet gentle, “never hesitate to use your safe word. It is not a sign of weakness, but a vital part of our trust. If I become too engrossed in the… intricacies of our play, if my focus on sensation blinds me to your discomfort, you must make it known. This,” he gestured vaguely to the aftermath of our encounter, the discarded silks, “could have escalated further, and that responsibility lies with both of us – with me to be attentive, and with you to be forthright.”

A small, wry smile touched my lips, a hesitant acknowledgment of the complex mix of sensations I had just experienced. "I actually didn't want to completely stop," I admitted, the lingering arousal still a subtle thrum beneath the surface of my discomfort. "It was just… the extra finger, while you were already inside… it was too much, too fast. It stopped being pleasurable and started to feel like you were actually going to tear me."

"Understood. My apologies for misjudging that particular threshold. The intensity of the moment can sometimes… cloud one's perception. I will be more mindful of overlapping textures in the future.”

A small sigh escaped my lips, a release of some of the lingering tension. Levi’s words felt genuine, his touch on my cheek a reassuring presence. "Thank you," I murmured. "It's just… sometimes it's hard to say stop in the moment, when everything feels so intense. Also, you idiot, what do you mean experiment while we were fucking? It felt weird, do not say that again. Idiot is putting it mildly," I added, a touch of my earlier defiance returning, though softened by the lingering vulnerability. "Experiment? While you were inside me? It felt… dehumanizing, like I was some sort of specimen. Don't ever say anything like that again, Levi. It completely killed the mood, in a really unsettling way."

"You are absolutely right. My phrasing was clumsy and insensitive. Accept my sincerest apologies. On another thought," he continued, a thoughtful furrow creasing his brow, "perhaps it was a misguided attempt at what some might call… 'dirty talk'? A clumsy foray into the realm of the perverse that clearly missed the mark by a considerable margin." He shook his head slightly.

A small, reluctant smile tugged at my lips. "Your dirty talk, huh?" I echoed, the absurdity of it lightening the lingering tension. "Well, if that was your attempt at being… provocative, you failed spectacularly. It just sounded creepy and detached." I shook my head, a genuine shudder running through me at the memory. "So, regardless of your intentions, whether it was a botched attempt at being kinky or just your inner scientist peeking through at the wrong moment, promise me you won't say anything like that again. Ever. It really took me out of the moment, and not in a good way."

Levi's gaze softened, a hint of his usual persuasive charm returning, though tempered with a newfound gentleness. "I understand completely, Pulla. And you are right to hold me accountable for my insensitive phrasing. Allow me," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a familiar shiver down my spine, "to offer a more… tangible apology for my blunder. One that speaks not of detached observation, but of shared sensation and devoted attention." He reached out, his fingers tracing a delicate line along my jawline, his touch feather-light and undeniably alluring. "May I?"

A flicker of a genuine smile touched my lips, the tension from the earlier discomfort beginning to ease under the warmth of his gaze. "Alright, Levi," I conceded, my voice still a little rough. "Show me what you've got. You owe me a good one after that… bizarre interlude." I met his eyes, a hint of my usual playful challenge returning. "But," I added, a clear warning in my tone, "if there's any more talk of 'elasticity' or 'specimens,' this apology session is over before it even begins. Understood?"

A soft sigh escaped my lips as Levi gently guided me back onto the plush surface of the bed. He settled between my parted legs, his presence a familiar warmth that began to soothe the lingering unease. His black silk robe, still clinging loosely to his frame, parted slightly with his movements, offering tantalizing glimpses of his toned abdomen. And then there was his face, no longer obscured by shadow or the intensity of the moment, his gaze now soft and focused on mine. The familiar contours of his features, the slight curve of his lips, the depth of his blue eyes – it was a grounding sight after the earlier disorientation.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as Levi’s slow, deliberate entry began, the familiar fullness a comforting sensation after the earlier discomfort. But then, he shifted, gently lifting one of my legs and draping it over his chest, opening me up to him in a new way. The warmth of his breath on my inner thigh was a sensual prelude, followed by the slick slide of his tongue against my skin. His thorough exploration moved lower, tracing the curve of my calf, each lick a deliberate caress that ignited a trail of sensation.

The sight of him, his dark hair falling forward as his tongue traced the delicate curve of my calf, was undeniably captivating. The way his lips closed around my flesh, the soft suction, the rhythmic flick of his tongue...

It was an intimate tableau, his body intimately connected with mine in two distinct ways, the fullness within and the sensual exploration without.

A sigh of contentment escaped my lips as Levi relinquished his hold on my leg, the shift in his weight bringing him closer, his presence a comforting warmth against my skin. The slow, deliberate kisses he pressed against my neck were a balm to any lingering tension, each soft pressure a silent reassurance. The trail of his lips continued downwards, a languid exploration. The gentle suction as he tasted the sensitive skin of my throat and collarbone was exquisitely arousing.

A sharp intake of breath hitched in my throat as Levi's sensual journey reached its destination. The warmth of his mouth enveloped one nipple, the gentle suction sending a jolt of pure sensation through my chest. He paid equal attention to the other, his lips and tongue creating a delectable friction that tightened my core. As he continued his ministrations, his hands splayed out on my chest, his thumbs gently tracing the contours of my ribs, adding another layer of exquisite sensation.

Then, with a slow, deliberate slide, he moved.

And the view. The view was intoxicating. The exertion of his slow movements caused the muscles in his arms and chest to flex and strain. His face, just inches from mine, was etched with a focused intensity, his lips slightly parted, his eyes filled with a desire that mirrored my own burgeoning arousal.

My fingers twitched, a silent invitation that he seemed to understand instantly. Levi leaned closer. I reached up, my hands framing his face, and initiated the kiss. It started slow and tender, a soft meeting of lips. But as the intimacy deepened, the kiss grew more passionate, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. The feel of his hard body pressed against mine, the taste of him on my lips, the intoxicating rhythm of our joined bodies – it was a complete surrender to the sensual moment.

"You feel so, so good," Levi breathed against my ear, the warmth of his breath mingling with the slow, steady rhythm of his thrusts.

"So good," I echoed softly.

"The way you kiss me, Raphael," Levi murmured, his lips brushing against mine between words, "it's like a fire." His hands tightened on my hips, guiding my movements. "And the way you move against me… as if you were perfectly molded for me.”

"You have no idea how good you feel, Levi," I whispered, my voice thick with burgeoning desire. The slow, deep thrusts were building to a fever pitch, each movement a delicious torment. "Every touch, every kiss… it's driving me crazy."

“Oh? I am simply honored.”

A slow smile spread across my face, mirroring the heat that was building within me. "Oh, are you?" I breathed, my own grip tightening on his shoulders as his pace quickened. "Well then, by all means. Continue to honor me."

Levi needed no further encouragement. His movements deepened, the rhythm becoming more insistent, more demanding. Each thrust was a deliberate exploration, filling me completely, stretching me in a way that was now purely pleasurable. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curve of my hips, the arch of my back, his touch igniting sparks wherever it landed. His breath grew ragged, mirroring my own, and the low groans that escaped his lips.

His rhythm intensified, each thrust deeper, more insistent, as if trying to draw every last gasp of pleasure from me. My own moans grew louder, less controlled, as the waves of sensation washed over me. My hands gripped his shoulders tighter, my nails digging slightly into his flesh. My hips bucked against his, a desperate plea for deeper, harder contact. Levi’s own breathing was ragged, his muscles corded beneath my hands as he drove into me with increasing urgency.

Then, the first tremors began, deep within my core, radiating outwards in pulsating waves. My body clenched around him, milking every last drop of sensation. A strangled cry tore from my throat as the pleasure became almost painful in its intensity. I felt Levi’s own body stiffen, his thrusts becoming shorter, sharper, as he teetered on the precipice alongside me. The only reality was the feel of his hard body pounding into mine, the taste of his skin, the raw, primal sounds of our shared climax. The release was a cataclysmic explosion, a shattering of all restraint as we clung to each other, lost in the blissful aftermath.

Just as I began to drift into a blissful, sated haze, I felt the subtle shift. Levi, still deeply embedded within me, began to stir. A slow, deliberate flex of his hips, a deepening of his presence.

"Levi," I gasped. "Wait, what the hell?" My hand instinctively tightened on his back. "What is your stamina?"

It felt impossible, the sheer intensity of our recent encounter should have left us both utterly spent. Yet, here he was, his body already reawakening, a potent testament to his seemingly inexhaustible desire.

A wicked glint sparked in Levi's eyes, a predatory smile curving his lips. "Tired, pulla?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky invitation. "But the night is still young. Why not see if we can't make it until dawn?" He shifted again, his movements surprisingly strong despite our recent exertions, lifting my hips and expertly draping my knees over his broad shoulders.

No, no," I protested, my voice a little breathless. "Levi, wait. I... I need to go to work tomorrow."

"Don't go then, pulla," he murmured, his hands gently guiding my hips, his slow, deliberate re-entry a potent distraction. "Let the world wait. I will handle the aftermath. Consider yourself… indisposed."

The sensation of him filling me again, slow and deep, was a powerful argument against the demands of work. A sigh escaped my lips.

"You know I don't work alone," I reminded him, my voice laced with a reluctant practicality. "There are so many people on set waiting for me. And because of my shoulder," I gestured vaguely, "the schedule was already delayed a week. The production can't afford another setback now."

“But I can pay for their setback, pulla.”

Levi's offer, though undoubtedly tempting in its extravagance, made me pause. "While I appreciate the sentiment," I said, a small, wry smile touching my lips, "it's not just about the money. It's about the hundreds of people who've rearranged their lives, the intricate schedules, the momentum of the production."

He didn’t waver, instead started going a little deeper.

His voice, a low murmur against my ear, was laced with a persuasive warmth. "Just one day, pulla," he repeated, the words a sensual plea that resonated deep within my still-aroused body.

"No, Levi, I can't," I repeated, my voice firm despite the lingering warmth in my core. "You have work too, remember?”

He shifted slightly, and when I finally met his gaze, it was… disarming. It wasn't a typical, overtly sentimental puppy-dog look, but a uniquely Leviesque version: a subtle softening of his intense eyes, a slight downturn of his lips that hinted at disappointment without sacrificing his usual air of confident allure.

“Please?”

Damn him. This devil knew exactly how to play me. Usually, his pleas were cloaked in elaborate metaphors, confident pronouncements of how the universe would adjust to his desires, or even some utterly ludicrous suggestion that involved bending space and time. But this? This simple, vulnerable "Please?" delivered with that uniquely Leviesque blend of longing and subtle charm… it was far more effective than any grand pronouncement. It cut through my resolve like a hot knife through butter.

This infuriating devil.

"Stop playing with me, Levi, c'mon," I urged, my voice a little breathier now.

He chuckled softly, a low rumble against my skin. "Playing, pulla? No, no. This isn't mere play. It's… a connoisseur's appreciation for a masterpiece. And wouldn't it be a shame to rush the final strokes? Let us allow the sun to witness the very art we create, Raphael. A living, breathing tableau of pleasure."

"No, Levi," I insisted, though the firmness in my voice was starting to fray at the edges. The image he painted was tempting, but the thought of the long day ahead kept me grounded. "Take your dick out, and we are going to shower, then we are going to sleep. Okay?" I punctuated my demand with a pointed look.

"Also," I added, a hint of a playful smile touching my lips, "if you are a particularly good boy in the shower – no lingering touches, no attempts at a second act – we might even, for once, sleep in the same bed."

A genuine look of comical bewilderment spread across Levi's features. "Good boy?" he echoed.

"What? Why are you so surprised to be called 'good boy'?" I asked, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.

"Well, considering my usual pursuits involve a fair amount of… delightful transgression, the term 'good boy' does strike a rather discordant note. It's akin to calling a storm cloud 'sunny'." Levi mused, a wry smile playing on his lips. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Shut up with your philosophical, poetic mouth and take your dick out Levi.”

"Duly noted," Levi chuckled. The wry smile remained, however, tinged with a hint of playful defiance. "No more meteorological metaphors or ponderings on the nature of moral rectitude. Just… direct action, as you so eloquently put it." With a theatrical sigh, he began to withdraw from me, the slow separation a bittersweet sensation.

Then he took his condom out and threw it to bin. He then moved with surprising gentleness, his strong arms scooping me up from the bed as if I weighed nothing. The cool air of the room kissed my heated skin as he carried me, cradling me close against his chest. He navigated the short distance to the bathroom.

The warm spray of the shower enveloped me, a soothing contrast to the lingering heat. But as the water cascaded down my limbs, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, and my legs began to tremble uncontrollably. "Oh," I gasped, my grip tightening on Levi's shoulders, "I'm gonna fall."

"It's alright, pulla," Levi murmured, his grip around me tightening reassuringly. His voice was calm, steady. "It's just the adrenaline coming down after our vigorous activities. I've got you." He shifted his weight to support me more fully. "Hold onto the shower rail there," he instructed gently, guiding my hand towards the cool metal. "I will be quick. Let me grab you something sugary from the kitchen.”

The warmth of the water was meant to be soothing, but against my trembling limbs, it felt almost jarring. My knuckles were white as I gripped the cool, slick metal of the shower rail, the only thing preventing me from collapsing. Each tremor that ran through my legs felt like a miniature earthquake.

The bathroom door opened and Levi reappeared, still clad in his damp black silk robe, a small bar of dark chocolate in his outstretched hand. "Here, pulla," he offered, holding the chocolate towards me. "A little bit of energy to get you back on your feet."

“It’s shaking too much, it feels like floor is unsteady.”

"Here, let me," Levi said gently, carefully unwrapping the chocolate for me. He held it steady as I took a bite, the rich, dark sweetness melting on my tongue. "The sugar should help soon." He kept a reassuring hand on my back. The warmth of the shower, the taste of the chocolate, and Levi's steadying touch were slowly starting to ground me, even as the exhaustion lingered.

A soft sigh escaped my lips, the thought of navigating the short distance to the bed feeling like an insurmountable task. "Will you carry me to the bed too?"

"Sure, pulla," Levi replied, his tone gentle and accommodating. "But first, let me at least rinse the soap off you. Wouldn't want you sticking to the sheets."

His touch remained gentle and thorough as he rinsed the remaining soap from my skin. Then, with surprising care, he took a soft towel and gently dried my hair, his fingers careful against my scalp. Once I was clean and somewhat less shaky, he effortlessly scooped me up into his arms again, carrying me back to the bed with the same tenderness he had shown earlier.