“Your money is your money,” I assured him. We’d already worked out a finance plan that split our incomes, leaving us both our own spending money so we could each move freely of the other. The home expenses were accounted for in our joint account and our savings, the rest was up to the individual.
“That was three. That’s a good start, Kevin. You can cover your cock with your hand if you want. I’d hate for you to hump it raw.” I chuckled. “Now I want you to make demands.”
“What?” he sputtered, reaching in front of him and making a fist around his dick. His knuckles would take the brunt of the abrasion, but those were easy enough to clean and bandage.
“Make demands,” I repeated. “What do you need? What do you want from me?”
The branch cracked against his ass again.
Again.
Again.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he rasped.
So I didn’t.
With my free hand, I worked open the zipper of my pants until I could get a hand around my own dick and I jerked off while I hit him. When blood pricked out of Kevin’s skin, I came against him, using a trembling hand to smear my cum against his wounds. Then I dropped to my knees, grinding my fingers into his ass until he finally made a noise from the pain. I spread him open and speared my tongue into his ass, eating him out so aggressively, my mouth fucked him into the tree.
I could feel the resistance of his body against the trunk, the way his muscles tightened from the pain against the head of his cock and his knuckles, and all of it made me hard again. The way Kevin wanted it, the way he took it, the way he wanted me. I didn’t deserve this man, but I’d never stop trying.
I stood up and spit on my cock, already hard from the taste of him, then I lined up and using the generous amount of spit I’d already left on his hole, pushed inside. I fucked Kevin against the tree, using my palm against his exposed cheek for leverage. I knew it had to hurt, and all I wanted was to hurt him more. I wanted to make my little masochist bleed and cry and come.
Something clicked in my brain, something that had been missing, and like an epiphany, everything came clear. I’d been playing for him, because of him, not for myself. That was why things had gotten stagnant. I hadn’t gone soft; I’d only lost focus. But not now, not anymore, not ever again.This moment here…even back home when I’d turned him into furniture and fucked him like he was a sex toy. That had been for him, but more for me maybe. He said I’d been chasing my own pleasure, and hadn’t I? Wasn’t I?
“Take it,” I grunted into his ear, cock thickening inside of him as I slammed into his ass. I propelled my chest against his back, forcing his still newly pierced nipples against the tree. He cried out, and I had to still my thrusts to stop from coming. I wasn’t anywhere near done.
“Ronan.” My name fell out of his mouth, a garbled mess of syllables that sounded like tears.
“Shut up, Kevin.” I curled my hand around his face, fingers gouging at his smashed lips. “Someone is going to hear you. Someone is going to come see what a slut you are for me.”
His body shivered and I forced my fingers into his mouth. Kevin gagged around my hand, but feeling the way the muscles of his mouth and throat moved as he fought to stop himself from crying out was something new and fucking intoxicating. I hadn’t thought I’d lost my edge, but this moment and this man showed me differently.
“Don’t come,” I warned, my own orgasm drawing close and knowing full well Kevin wouldn’t be able to stop his own. “If you come, you’ll regret it.”
He tried to shake his head no. He tried to let go of his cock, but all that did was remove the buffer between his arousal and his desire for pain. As soon as I slammed into him and his cock grated against the tree, Kevin shot off like a rocket. The muscles inside of his ass tightened beyond belief, grabbing and gripping me, pulling me deeper inside of him and milking my balls until I filled him with every drop of cum inside of me.
My body felt electrified, like the release had been a rebirth, and I was reluctant to pull out of the heat of him, but a punishment was a punishment. I withdrew and stepped back, admiring the way the bruises on his ass had purpled and darkened from our coupling.
“Are you with me?” I asked, reaching for the backpack and unzipping the small front pouch.
“Yes, Ronan.” His words were slurred, but clear. He wasn’t in subspace, which was better for all of us.
“You came without permission. You let go of your cock without permission. You stopped making demands before I told you that you could.” I pulled out a ziplock bag that I’d carefully packed earlier in the morning, the pungent scent of freshly peeled ginger wafting right into my nostrils.
“Yes, Ronan,” he agreed.
“If you truly want to move forward with this, there will be punishments for that kind of disobedience. Do you understand?” I walked back to him, only a handful of feet. He hadn’t moved from where I’d left him, face still pressed against the tree, my cum starting to leak out of his ass and down his thighs.
“Yes, Ronan. I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll be better.”
“I know.” I petted my free hand down the small of his back. “Now step back and bend over at the waist. Let me see your hole.”
He made an embarrassed noise, but followed instruction.
“Hold on to the tree,” I instructed, and he did.
With steadier fingers, I scooped my cum up his thighs and pushed it back inside of him. His hole was loose and red from the way I’d fucked him, which of course turned me on. I fucked two fingers into his ass, pushing my cum deeper into his channel. Kevin groaned and fucked back against my hand, so I stopped, giving him a hard smack.
