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still didn’t look entirely convinced. “So... I didn’t screw up?”
    Mischa pulled him into an embrace again. “No, boy, you didn’t screw up.”
    Tom hid his head in the crook of Mischa’s shoulder again. Mischa let him hide, stroking his back and letting him wind down. Tom mumbled something unintelligible. Mischa pulled back. “I didn’t hear that?”
    Tom looked a little insecure. “Don’t you ever... kiss when you do this?”
    Mischa’s heart melted. He could almost feel the puddle around his feet. “Would you like a kiss, Tom?” He kept his voice gentle.
    Tom blushed but nodded. So lovely. Mischa leaned in, softly letting his lips meet Tom’s. He let his tongue lick along Tom’s lower lip, caressing. Then Mischa probed deeper, and Tom opened up, surrendering completely to him.
    The kiss went on and on, and soon he had Tom clinging as fervently to his body as the boy had done before. Tom was hard, and Mischa felt his own erection against his stomach, too.
    Tom had started making little noises and moving his hips when Mischa finally broke the kiss. “Are you ready to go on?”
    For a moment, Tom looked completely dazed. Mischa savored the look; he would definitely try to bring it on as often as he could until tomorrow. Then the boy apparently remembered what they were about to do, looking a little nervous. Mischa decided to help him.
    “Are you ready to do as I tell you to?” He let his hands slide up Tom’s thighs, teasing, caressing. “To let me make you scream? To make you take what I do to you?”
    Tom’s head fell back, and Mischa cheered inside: he had the boy now. Tom wasn’t going to balk.
    He lowered his boy down, resting Tom’s head on the soft pillow, giving his sub one last kiss. Then he gently spread Tom’s legs and sat down between them. Mischa looked down, watching his boy waiting for him. He took in the sight. Tom was flushed, hard cock lying against his stomach and head resting on the pillow. Their eyes met, and Mischa leaned forward, his hands closing around Tom’s balls. “Ready?”
    “Please, sir.” Oh, that was lovely. Mischa’s heart didn’t stand a chance today.
    Mischa tightened his grip slightly, and Tom yelped, writhing a bit. Sensitive. Tom’s nerves probably had something to do with that. Mischa tightened his hands.
    “I... Sir?”
    He kept his grip. “Yes, Tom?”
    “Should I... Do you want me to be quiet, sir?” Such a good boy.
    “No, I want to hear you. Everything. Even if you get mad at me.” Tom looked skeptical. He would soon learn otherwise.
    Tom nodded, gasping through the discomfort. Mischa made the grip tighter, knowing that he was close to crossing the border between discomfort and pain. Tom automatically twisted his hips, but put his head back and panted.
    “Good boy. Breathe through it.” Mischa tightened his grip again, and he knew that he was causing Tom pain now. The boy was gasping, long, rasping breaths with a whimper now and then. Mischa enhanced the pressure, reveling in Tom’s fight to contain the pain. When he did it again, Mischa had Tom shouting, the boy’s shoulders leaving the mattress and hands flailing. Tom didn’t try to grip Mischa’s hands, though, his sub’s submission too thorough.
    “Back down. Lie down.” Mischa didn’t relent, didn’t make it easy on the boy. Tom’s head fell back down, and he was groaning, hands clutching the sheets. Oh, how Mischa enjoyed this, cock hard and heart swelling from watching the struggling boy.
    “I’m going to increase the pressure again in a little while.” It was difficult to tell if Tom’s moan came from the pain or the dread of what was coming. “This time, it’s going to be hard for you to take, but you can scream or cry if you need to. Then I’ll count down like I did when I played with your nipples, remember?”
    Tom nodded, his breathing sounding labored now.
    “Okay, here we go.” Mischa tightened his fingers to what he knew was going to feel unbearable for