I cut him off with a growl, my hand tightening around his throat just enough to steal his breath. His eyes rolled back, his cock twitching, and I knew he was close. Too close.
I reached for my knife, the blade flashing in the dappled moonlight as I flicked it open. His breath hitched, his eyes locking onto the stell, but he didn’t pull away.
Good boy.
I pressed the tip against my abs, just above the waistband of my jeans, and dragged it across my skin. The bite of the blade was sharp, the blood welling up in a thin, crimson line.
Jamie’s breath came faster, his cock leaking, his eyes dark with hunger.
“Lick it,” I commanded, my voice a whip-crack in the quiet.
He didn’t hesitate.
His tongue was hot, wet, as he traced the line of blood, his lips parting to take more. The sensation sent a jolt straight to my cock, my abs tightening as his mouth worked over the cut, his eyes locked on mine.
He looked worshipful. Afraid. Turned on.
I couldn’t wait anymore.
I stood, my hands moving to my belt, the sound of the leather unbuckling loud in the silence. His eyes dropped to my cock as I freed it, ten and a half inches of thick, veined flesh, the head already slick with pre-cum. His breath hitched, his hole clenching like it was already begging for me. I didn’t give him time to prepare. I gripped his hip, lined myself up, and thrust.
He screamed.
The sound was raw, torn from his throat as I buried myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. His body fought to take me, his muscles clamping down, but I didn’t stop. I fucked him like an animal, my hips snapping against his ass, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the woods.
The tree bark bit into his back, his bound wrists scraping against the rough surface, but he didn’t care.
He was mine, and he knew it. We both knew it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess,” I grunted, my voice rough with need.
“Your ass is perfect, taking every inch of me so fucking well. It’s like you were made to take my cock.”
His whimpers were music, his body trembling as I pounded into him, my cock stretching him wide, my balls slapping against him with every thrust. He was sobbing now, his cock leaking, his body caught between pleasure and pain.
“Don’t stop – please – don’t stop –” his voice was broken, his eyes glazed, his lips parted.
I gripped his throat again, my fingers pressing into his pulse.
“Tongue out,” I ordered, and he obeyed instantly, his tongue flicking out, pink and wet.
I adjusted my angle, my cock sliding over it with every thrust, the head brushing his lips. His moans turned sloppy, his tongue working against me, his eyes rolling back.
I was close. So fucking close. My balls drew up, my cock swelling and with a final, brutal thrust, I came.
My release hit him in hot, thick ropes, splattering across his face, his lips, his chest. He gasped, his own cock twitching, his cumpainting the space between us in white streaks.
I groaned, my hips stuttering as I emptied myself, my vision whiting out for a second before the world snapped back into focus.
I pulled out slowly, my cock slick with his cum, his hole gaping and red. He sagged against the tree, his breath coming in ragged pants, his body marked – by my hands, my teeth, my cum.
I tucked myself back into my jeans, my movements slow, deliberate. His eyes followed me, dazed, his lips still parted, his tongue peeking out like he was waiting for another command.
I leaned in, my mouth brushing his ear.
“Stay,” I whispered, though it wasn’t a request.
It was an order. One he wouldn’t disobey.
