When he doesn’t answer, I spank him again.
“Answer me.”
“No. It’s been so long since I’ve had a dick in my ass. It’s bordering on pathetic.”
I huff and spread him once more.
“Perhaps we should fix that.”
“Yes, fix it.Pleasefix it.”
I press my thumb against his ass and feel it contract against me.
“Yes. I should.”
“Mhm, now. Hurry.”
He presses back against me, but I stop him, pulling him up against my chest. His head falls back and hits my shoulder as my hand drags down his abdomen to his cock. My fingers flex around it before I give it a long, hard stroke, feeling it grow thick in my palm.
“I don’t like to be rushed. When people do this, when they demand I hurry, I make mistakes.”
“What kind of mistakes?”
“Deadly ones.”
“You can kill my ass anytime. Just murder it with your dick.”
I pinch the tip of him and he yelps.
“Patience,” I growl in his ear.
“I’m sorry,” he moans as my hand leaves him and I turn the shower off.
“Just for that, I’m going to make you wait.”
“No more waiting.”
“Da, you wait. Now come.” I lead him out of the shower and slowly dry us off. His hands are still behind his back, leaving him helpless, completely at my mercy. He’s struggling with how slow I’m moving, with how little I seem to care about making him come.
I move at my own pace. If anything, Bane could learn a little from slowing down.
And I plan on doing things to him, things that will take a while, things that will make him ache for release. I think about all the ways I can make him cry as I brush his teeth, my naked body pressed against his. His back is to my chest, my cock right near his bound hands.
I let him grab my dick and stroke. And despite not showing it, he’s driving me wild. My hand stutters, and Bane’s lips quirk up slightly.
Something about Bane pushes me over the edge of practiced solemnity. I can’t quite hide how he affects me.
“Spit it out,” I say, pushing him forward and helping him rinse his mouth of the toothpaste. He does as I ask, making sure to wiggle his butt right against me, making my fingernails dig into the skin of his back.
When he stands back up, his eyes are twinkling. So I make sure to wipe those lips dry and then turn his face, my lips hovering over his.
“You’re testing my patience.”
“Good, I want to see you break.”
I chuckle at that. “You’ll never see me break. I’m already broken.”
“No, you’re perfect. Just the way you are.”
