Especially the fisting
The next morning, I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. I stretch and my room comes into focus, but Darren’s arms are wrapped around me and I’m not going anywhere. I curl back up and bury my face into his armpit.
“How did we get home?” I mumble.
“I drove you here.”
“After the fisting?” It’s the last thing I remember, and I don’t know if it was the end of the night or just the beginning.
“A little while after the fisting, yes.”
“There was more?” I peek my head out from under his arm and find him smiling down at me.
“Not sex.” He kisses my forehead. “I cleaned you up and we laid together until your words made sense, and then we came home.”
“Do you still…do you still love me?” I ask.
“Of course,” he answers, like it’s the most ridiculous question in the world. “Why would I not?”
“I don’t know.”
“Because of last night?” he prompts.
I nod. “I really liked it.”
“What parts?”
“All of it.”
He drags a hand down my side and around to my ass, and he taps a finger against my hole. “Even the fisting?”
“Especially the fisting,” I admit with a blush. “The poppers helped.”
“I figured.” Darren adjusts us so we’re resting against my headboard and I’m still safe in his arms. “And the verbal parts were okay?”
I nod again, breathless. “I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did.”
“You like being degraded?” he asks against my ear. “Violated. Used.”
“Yes.”
“Reduced to your parts.” It’s not a question.
Darren slides me down the pillows and onto my back, and he straddles me, running his hands up my chest.
“I can use you,” he tells me, the same tone in his voice from last night.
“I don’t think I can.” I laugh a bit nervously. My ass needs a rest from the beating it took. But Darren wags his finger and makes a tutting noise in the back of his throat.
“You’re more than just a hole to me, Harry.” My heart swells and surges with love, but he takes my cock into his hand and jerks me until I’m hard and says, “You’re this dick, too.”
Darren reaches under the pillows and produces a bottle of lube, and before I know it my cock is slick and shiny and buried inside the man I love. My lashes flutter and my eyes roll back and Darren settles himself onto my thighs. I’m so deep inside him my balls are pressed tight against his ass.
“I don’t like my sex toys to look at me while I fuck,” he grunts, yanking my shirt up and over the top of my head.
Darren settles back on me, this new Darren. Every day I’m met with a new version of this man, and I can’t wait to see how many sides of him there are. And even more, how many sides ofmethere are. He bounces on me, using my cock to get off. He doesn’t ask me if I’m close, and I believe he really doesn’t care.
I’m nothing more than a tool that he’s using to come.
