He stands up and kisses me, a tight grip on the back of my neck to hold me in place and his tongue and mouth tasting like me.
“We need to talk aboutthat,boy.”
Seems the sadist isn’t as tough as he might try to make me think he is. “She’s my best friend. I love her. She knows I’m gay now. She came over the night of my meltdown to be with me. You should be thankful she cares about me.”
Some of the tension eases from his expression, which still remains guarded. “Friends arefine. But youcan’ttell her about us.”
“Says the man who just suckedmy c—”
Without knowing how, I suddenly find myself bent over the back of the couch. He roughly shoves my head down into the cushions with one hand while yanking my jeans down with the other. A lubed finger roughly enters me—When thehelldid he grab lube?Fuck, the man istricky.—then two, scissoring inside of me, followed by his cock shoving home.
“Says the man whoownsthis fuckingboy,” hegrowls. “That’swho.” The hand on the back of my head disappears, but he grabs my left arm and twists it up, almost to the point of pain, and I’m standing on my toes trying to ease the pressure. Now his weight pins me to the couch as he fucks me. “Who owns you?”
From how hard my cock is again, I think the answer is obvious. “You do, Sir.”
“Who owns this ass?”
“Sir does.”
He delivers a stingingslap over the marks he put there last night. “I’m trying to be a nice guy here, Kev.” There’s a needy edge to his gravelly tone. “But I won’t tolerate you getting mouthy with me. I don’t care if I have to be nice and sweet-talk you into submission, or I have to show you the fucking sadist Shae loves and I fuck and beat obedience into your ass, but youwillobey me.”
He wrenches my arm up a hairmore, the bad kind of pain balancing with the good kind of pain, all of that tempered by the fact that his cock is hitting theperfectspot inside me with every thrust.
“You told me you’re okay with me taking what I want from you,boy.”
I…holy shit, even though I just came, there’s a damn good chance he might literally fuck another one out of me like this.
“Y-yes, Sir!” Up on my toes like this,I can’t really move with him.
“Do I have your full attention now, boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good.” The pressure eases off my arm, but he doesn’t release it. I feel him reach under me, and he laughs when his fingers close around my cock and balls and he feels how hard I am. “The boy likes Sir taking him in hand, hmm?”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since I divorced Lauren, Sir. I have a fewyears to make up for.”
I’m not expecting it when he releases my arm and his weight disappears. My heels once again make contact with the floor when he wraps his other arm around me and pulls me up, my back against his chest. Now his hand slides up and grips the front of my throat, not tight enough to choke off my air, but it’s not a friendly grip, either. The other hand is still holding my cockand balls—squeezing them, to be accurate. Not hard, but enough to get my attention.
His voice growls in my left ear. “Any time I hear you tell her you love her, I’m going to reclaim this ass in whatever way I see fit as soon as possible after the fact. That could mean fun for youorfun for me, depending on my mood. This just as easily could’ve been twenty cane strokes across that gorgeous assof yours, baby. Understand?”
I cling to his arm, my brain buzzing with that same, sweet noise I first heard that week so long ago, and gladly became reacquainted with over the past two weeks.
No matter what, yeah, Iwantthis.
Part of me needs andcravesit.
“Yes, Sir.”
He bends me over the couch again. This time, he lets me brace my hands on the back. His hands move to my hips and he startsto plow me.
“Hold it, boy. You’re not allowed to come right now.”
I groan. “Goddammit!”
Another stinging slap lands across my ass and that doesn’t help me hold back, because I realize that over the last two weeks he’s quickly reprogrammed my body so all those dark and delicious things I was denied for so long make me hard and needy.
“Be my good boy,” he orders.
