I grunt and look over my shoulder just as the next strike lands. “What the fu—”
“Face forward before I use my belt.”
I blink at least fifty times. Or so I think. It’s a lot because I’m having difficulty processing what he just said. When I don’t move, he lands another searing smack to my rear, the pain of it zinging straight to my cock.
“You want the belt, Kill?”
Do I?
I swallow hard, my mouth gone dry. The thought of it, of being at his mercy like that . . . my body trembles.
“I’m . . . curious,” I say, the words a little more than a croak.
His grin is sharp and wicked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “I've used it on girls before so I know what I'm doing. Just tell me to stop if it's not for you.”
Something hot and ugly rears its head in my chest, my vision flashing red at the thought of him with someone else, of his hands, his lips, his body bringing pleasure to anyone but me. “Go near another pussy or cock and I’ll rip that person’s head off and put their skull on a pike outside your dorm.”
His mouth falls open, eyes widening for a brief second before a full-on smile spreads across his face. “That is the most threatening way I’ve ever been made happy. You know, maybe I should—”
“Try me, motherfucker.”
He snickers, staring right into my eyes. “You could just ask to be my boyfriend, asshole.”
My mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Is that what I want? Jackson’s the second person to mention it.
But I don't have time to dwell on it, because Jackson pulls away then crosses the room to rifle through his suitcase. When he comes back, there's a leather belt dangling from his fist, silver buckle gleaming in the low light.
My cock jerks at the sight, a fresh bead of precum welling at the tip. Jackson notices, of course he does, and his grin turns feral.
“I'd say you're more than a little curious, Kill.” He trails the smooth leather over the curve of my ass. “That's a steady stream you're drooling there. Fucking slut for it already, aren't you?”
I can only whimper, my back arching as much as it can, my ass in the air as an offering. I've never been so turned on, so desperate to be used.
Holding the buckle in the palm of his hand, he pulls back his arm halfway before letting it fly. The leather wraps around the swell of my cheeks with a delicious, searing bolt of pain.
“Fuck!” My fingers scramble at the sheets as he rains down blow after blow, layering the hurt until my entire world narrows to the white-hot sting of it. “Oh, God.”
He works me over with brutal efficiency, the belt licking fire across my skin until I'm writhing and reduced to nothing but sensation. The pain and the pleasure mixing together, feeding off each other until I'm drunk with it, mindless and pliant.
“Jackson,” I choke out, my voice cracking on a moan. “Please. . .”
“Keep saying my name like that.” He tosses the belt aside to grip my reddened cheeks with greedy hands. “And I'll fuck you till you scream it.”
He spreads me open, baring my hole to his hungry gaze.
I feel exposed, vulnerable in a way I never have before. But God, the heat of his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin . . . it makes me shake and clench, makes me want in a way I can't even name.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, trailing a finger over my twitching rim. “So pretty here, all pink and untouched. Fucking mouthwatering. I wanna taste you, Kill. Wanna see how deep I can get my tongue into this tight little hole.”
I keen high in my throat, my hips canting back in shameless offering. “Please. Please, I need it. I need you. Please just—”
The first swipe of his tongue punches the air from my lungs, my eyes rolling back in my head at the slick, filthy sensation. He licks over my hole again and again, laving and sucking and stroking until I'm a babbling, incoherent mess.
“You taste and smell like heaven.” He points his tongue, then pushes inside, breaching me with velvety, wet heat, and I nearly fly out of my skin.
It's too much yet not enough all at once, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“Jackson. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Fuck fuck fuck—”
