“Fuck.”
My cock twitches, my hips squirm, and I grind my teeth together, trying to hold on to whatever sliver of control I have left.
But fuck, it’s slipping.
Fast.
“Stop trying to control your body.” His nails dig into my waist, leaving angry red trails in their wake. I hiss through clenched teeth, the pain mingling with an unexpected surge of pleasure.
Then his hand moves lower, cupping my ass before delivering a sharp, stinging slap.
“Fuck!” I cry out, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls.
“That’s it, Jasper. Let me hear you.” His palm connects with my flesh again, alternating between cheeks.
The pain blossoms, hot and insistent, before melting into a perverse kind of pleasure that coils in my gut. I fight against the urge to cry out, but a strangled moan escapes my lips.
“Don’t hold back.”
The next blow elicits a full-throated groan from me as my back arches.
I can’t escape the sight of myself in the mirrors, barely recognizing the wanton creature reflecting back at me. My cock throbs, neglected and desperate for attention, as my hips thrust involuntarily, seeking friction that isn’t there.
“Have you ever been this hard, Jasper?” Adrian’s question cuts through the haze of sensation.
“N-no.” Since when do I fucking stutter?
The snap of a bottle cap makes me tense. Cool liquid drips between my ass cheeks, followed by the insistent press of Adrian’s finger. “Relax, let me work you open.”
I hiss through the burn of the stretch as he breaches me.
He’s slow, methodical, adding a second finger when I start to push back against his hand, then scissoring his fingers inside me.
“Oh god. Fuck.”
“Submission looks good on you. Just look at how your cock is drooling for me.”
I glance back at the mirrors, at my dick, watching as I push myself back onto Adrian’s fingers. Then he withdraws them, leaving me feeling achingly empty.
The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open fills the air, followed a few seconds later by the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “Do you want this, Jasper?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I need to come.”
He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to the unfamiliar fullness. The initial discomfort gives way to pleasure as he begins to move, his hips snapping against mine with increasing force.
“You’re so tight. So hot inside.”
I yank my wrists, but they don’t move. All I can do is moan and cry out as each thrust sends shockwaves through my body, pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.
Adrian’s hands roam my body, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp, stinging slaps. The contrast is maddening, keeping me constantly off-balance.
“Adrian . . .”
“You can take it, Jasper. Because this is what you need. This is what you’ve always needed.” His voice is like a drug, seeping into my mind, breaking down my resistance.
My hips writhe, my breath ragged as my orgasm builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. “Please, fuck. Oh god.”
“Beg for it, Jasper. Let go a little bit and allow yourself to beg.”
