“If I died or got hurt, you’d be chained here with no one to let you out. You’d die too.”
“I guess,” I said. He smiled.
“You do have a soul, don’t you?” He asked.
“How am I supposed to know that? I don’t feel any different. To be honest, I’m not sure I even believe in them.”
“You don’t believe what the Brotherhood taught us?” He asked, tipping his head slightly, his dark eyebrows coming together.
“I wasn’t raised with them like you were, Tate. I found their religion tedious. It’s all a bit archaic.” Tate hummed in thought a moment before he pushed off from the door. He stomped towards me with determined steps. The look in his eyes made me brace myself, slide my feet a little wider apart, and find my center of gravity. He looked ready to fight.
But then his rough hands grabbed my face, palms holding my jaw. His mouth bombarded mine—his tongue a silent demand in my mouth. His teeth nipped as his body propelled me backwards. I fell over in the cot and looked up at him.
Tate loomed above me, wearing a tight black Henley and black cargo pants. Stakes were strapped to his thighs in addition to the shoulder holster for his guns. He leaned over and snatched up the chain attached to my neck, pulling on it slowly. He watched with rapt attention as I was forced up on my knees, his black hair hanging in his eyes.
He reached out, touching my face, his rough thumb dragging over my cheek. His actions wreaked of possessiveness, making me feel shaky and excited.
“Are you hungry?” He whispered, pulling the chain until my face was next to his. His lips moved on mine and I shuddered, brushing my hands across his pants to confirm how hard he was.
“Starving,” I rasped, feeling the pulse of blood in his erection.
“With the chain on,” he said, looping the excess of the chain to the wall so that I couldn’t move more than five feet from it. His mouth pressed to mine and then he retreated, watching as my mouth chased his. The chain tugged and I coughed as it choked me.
“It’s not comfortable, but it's safe,” Tate said. I nodded and he smiled, flashing me dimples as his eyes sparkled. He dove back in, biting and licking over my jaw, hands pressing to my chest. He pushed me against the wall, hands pawing me all over—needy and overpowering.
Tate grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his neck suddenly. I groaned, biting into him, tasting him on my tongue, and becoming lost in his flavor. My head swam as the hit of endorphins rolled over the top of my skull and settled in the back. It made me dizzy as he pulled at my clothes and roughly tugged my pants down.
“Stop,” he whispered and I pulled my mouth away from his neck. Tate was flushed as he removed my pants. His hand reverently brushed my cock then his finger moved behind my balls, running the length of my taint until he pressed against my hole.
He looked up at me, his mouth open in awe. He dove in, groaning softly against my lips. Then he pulled back and presented his neck, turning his head to the side. I reached up and traced the trail his vein took. The moment I latched on to his skin he pushed inside me, working his finger in and out. He scooted closer, forcing me into his lap as my back pressed against the wall next to the bed.
Two fingers began stretching me out. Tate planned to fuck me, I realized as he spread me open.
“Tate,” I sighed in pleasure, half-high on blood, red coating my lips. I kissed his jaw, leaving behind a crimson print of my lips. He pressed another finger in and it burned. I ground my teeth but then he rubbed his thick fingers inside me and I jerked my hips, squirming in his lap. I went back into his neck but he tugged on the chain tightly, pulling me back. I hissed in a complaint but he ignored me.
His pants were open, his cock sitting high between his muscular thighs, wanting inside me. Soon he had blood from his neck slathered on his hand, working it over his cock, coating his erection obscenely. My breathing picked up in anticipation, a shudder rolling over me to see his deep red cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he stated. Then I felt the pressure of his thick length demanding inside me. My fingernails dug into his arms.
“I’ve never—” I gasped, tensing. His blue eyes bore into me.
“I know,” he said, jutting his hips forward, breaching that tight ring of muscles to invade me. A choked groan left his mouth as his eyes creased in pleasure and awe. He touched my lips with his fingers.
“Oh, Sebastian,” he murmured reverently as he kept invading, stretching me open so he could work his body inside of mine. He dug in until I was completely filled. Tate leaned forward, kissing me as he began fucking me against the wall in earnest.
A whine left my mouth as he drove into me.
“Bear with it,” he said, grabbing my hair and tugging my face into his neck. I drank, his rich thick liquid painting the inside of my mouth as he filled my ass relentlessly. He fucked me like he’d been fucking me for years. Like I was a well-worn customer to his cock, not a first-time novice. My body caved to his demands, stretching and opening. Discomfort turned into raging pleasure.
Deep pants were in my ear as I ate at his neck, taking more, drinking it in, delirious with the taste. My fingers brushed the stakes on his thighs as they dug into my legs. Tate’s body pressed against mine as he wrapped his hand around my cock tightly.
“This okay?” He asked between breaths, one hand digging into my hip as he fucked me roughly into the wall. I nodded against him, lapping at his neck and kissing bloody smears. He rocked in and out, grinding pleasure into my body. My shoulders dug into the stones but I ignored it.
He touched my cock delicately, his large, calloused hand softly massaging me up and down in direct contradiction to how hard his thrusts were. He was a conundrum of demanding, overwhelming need and gentle care.
I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his neck, drinking my fill. He didn’t stop me, just kept panting hotly in my ear until I was overwhelmed with growing pleasure. I came, spilling all over his hand while my hips moved to thrust into his fist. I sucked, pulling more blood into my mouth, knowing I’d taken too much but unable to care.
He made a choked noise as my ass tightened around his cock.
