Atlas pulled away enough to unbutton my shirt with the practiced ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times. My fingers were clumsier on his buttons, but I got the job done.
Our shirts trailed on the floor behind us as we kissed our way toward the bedroom. Atlas’s hands deftly unbuckled my belt as we stumbled forward, and he shoved my pants and boxer briefs down in one yank, making me hiss at the scrape against my sore ass. Fuck, that stung.
Atlas flashed me a devilish smirk as he undid his own pants and slid them down his legs with much more grace. He’d worn black lacy boy shorts, and I gasped.
“Daddy! You’ve been holding out on me all night!”
He laughed. “You didn’t ask.”
I crossed my arms, pouting even as my dick was thickening to full hardness in front of me. “How would I know to ask that?”
Atlas tutted at me, waving his finger between us. “I don’t think your ass can handle another punishment, baby boy. You’d best behave.”
But I didn’t want him to take it easy on me. I wanted him to make me hurt, leave bruises that endured so I’d feel him for days after he left. I wanted . . .
“Will you fuck me, Daddy?”
Atlas’s eyes flew to mine. Despite us both being vers, I’d only ever topped—in the purely physical sense, anyway. “Are you sure, baby?”
I nodded. Iwassure, because when I’d gotten ready and donned this suit, I’d cleaned myself out and replaced Atlas’s plug with something . . . bigger. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I’m ready for you and everything.”
His eyebrows shot wide at that. “You’re . . . what?”
I turned so my red ass was facing him and wiggled my cheeks. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Truthfully, I was nervous as hell for Atlas to fuck me. His dick wasn’t exactly small. But the plug had been doing its work all night—in more ways than one, considering my dick had been at half-mast the entire evening—and I was ready for him.
And if I played my cards right, I might talk him into lighting up my ass while he was fucking into it, too.
Shit. My dick could pound nails at this point.
Atlas dropped to his knees behind me as if ready to worship my heated skin. Maybe he would eventually. But right now, he reached up to spread my cheeks apart and get a glimpse of my greedy hole.
I hissed again as his fingers dug into my burning skin. God, that felt absolutely devastating. “Daddy, do it again.”
He squeezed harder, and I called out. My breath started coming more quickly as the pain spread throughout my body.
“Daddy.” I gasped as Atlas reached for the base of the plug and tugged once. “Holy shit.”
Atlas tapped one bruised ass cheek, making me cry out again. “I can’t decide if you replacing the plug I gave you is very naughty or you being a very good boy.”
I moaned. “Please punish me, Daddy. I need to feel you long after you’re gone. I want you to split me in half.”
Before I could take another breath, I felt teeth digging into my sore cheek, and I shouted at the exquisite pain. Once he’d bitten hard enough to leave a mark, he switched to the other side, and the pain was somehow worse because I knew what was coming.
“Yes, Daddy, please. Make me hurt for you.”
Atlas reached up and smacked my right cheek and then my left, swiping lazily in one stroke. It wasn’t nearly as hard as henormally spanked me, but given how sore I was, the pain made me stagger.
“On the bed, boy. You’ll get all the pain you wanted and then some.”
I scrambled to lay out on the mattress, face down, and I heard Atlas leave the room and head into the kitchen, his feet padding against the linoleum. What was he doing? We’d tried food in the bedroom, and neither of us cared for it.
Something clinked as he came into the room, and I saw he held a bowl in his left hand. “What’s that, Daddy?”
His eyes flashed with unmitigated sadism, and my balls tightened in anticipation. What had I gotten myself into? “Since I don’t want to actually injure you, this ass can only take a little bit more. But I had an idea of something else we could try.” He reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of ice. My eyes shot wide when my mind conjured all the ways he could torture me with that.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed the ice on my right cheek. Given how hot it was, the cold was almost a relief. Then he placed a second cube on my left.
