Chapter 1
Sweatglistensagainsttheblue-black tattoo inked into Rex's left forearm. It flexes with each thrust, making it harder for me to study the dumb scrolling letters—something they used before the pandemic—trying to figure out what it says as he fucks my ass.
I asked about it before, but all I get is that it was from his time in the military. And fuck knows if he’ll ever elaborate beyond that.
Still, focusing on the words written into the skull and snake image is better than listening to him ramble about how I'm "his" or some shit again. As if his claim over me is gonna soften me somehow.
Fuck that.
"Maybe next I tell you to do something, you'll fucking listen for once." Rex shows no mercy as he slams in with each word, making me slide against the table.
I focus on the wall straight ahead, hiding my smirk.
It’s been the same shit/different day for the past three months.
Rex barks orders and I tell him to fuck off. Sometimes he lets me get away with it. Other times, like now, he reminds me "who I belong to” with one of his big-ass hands holding my neck down, pinning me like a bug stuck under glass while his other is planted a few inches from my face.
I grunt and take it, barely listening to his latest lecture. I love pissing off the bastard, and with the way he’s growling, I must've pissed him off real good this time.
Except Rex has taken to blue-balling me lately. He gets me hard as stone, leaking, and desperate to finish. Then doesn’t let me.
Orgasm denial he calls it.
Hate this shit.
What’s worse, my feelings are changing. Too fast. And they’re freaking me out. I don’t even understand half the shit going on in my head when it comes to him.
So, I keep being a defiant prick, telling myself I’m too used to being on my own, on relying on myself. I’ve been doing it for six years.
Maybe even longer.
Hell, surviving with my prick of a father wasn’t easy.
Rex's hand vanishes.
A loud crack sounds, then fire flickers across my ass like lava. I grunt, biting back the moan trying to escape.
Fuck yes. Keep spanking me, asshole.
"You listening?" His fingers dig into the fresh sting.
"Nope."
A barrage of harsh smacks rock me into the table.
I whine and arch higher, begging silently for more. But he won't give me what I want. Rex knows spanking just gets me hornier.
If only I hadn’t come last week from the impact alone, the asshole might not have figured out how much Ireallylike it.
He lets go of my neck, then grabs my hips hard enough to bruise as I brace myself against the table. He rails into me, slamming so hard my toes leave the ground.
I can't stop the pathetic moans bursting out with each thrust or the drool dripping down my chin. Heat pulses through me, but it ain't enough to make me pop. Instead, my aching dick twitches as he nails my sweet spot over and over.
"P-please. . ." I gasp before I can stop.
Hate when I slip up like that.
The first night together, I was lost in the new sensations. I’d never been fucked before. Never touched or sucked. Rex was my first in every way, and I begged like crazy.
