I need a little pain to make my day better.
His eyes flicker, something sadistic moving through those dark depths, and I groan in approval. He’s so ungodly hot. Like a demon, sent from Hell to fuck me up.
His hand slips into his suit pocket and pulls out a small, metal cock cage. I wiggle slightly, wanting whatever he’s going to give me.
“I’d call this your punishment, but I know you will enjoy it far too much,” he murmurs, turning me over onto my back and attaching it to my semi-hard cock. It aches as he secures it, and then he slaps it roughly, making my back bow in pleasure-pain. Yes.Yes. More. I whimper for more.
But he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he flips me back over, pulling my caged cock between my legs so he can see it, along with my ass on display. Oh, I know this. He pretends to hate it, but he wants to watch me come.
A rope manifests in my peripheral vision, and without another word, my arms are readjusted and wrenched up and over my head and secured to some kind of contraption to keep me immobile. He does the same to my legs, my body in an X formation, my face turned slightly as I try to inhale deeply through my nose. It’s kinda hard, if I’m honest, but I’m a fighter. I have been since I can remember.
I know I should probably be afraid, but this is just turning me on. Naked, tied to a bed with Georgiy behind me, planning the devil only knows what. I’m fucking ready.
I feel cool fingers touch my ass, massaging my cheeks before spreading them open and baring my hole—the one he’s used several toys on. Many times.
“You’ve been letting other men fuck this,” he says lowly, and it’s a statement, not a question, like he already knows. I’m nearly vibrating with excitement as I nod my head. Of course I’ve let myself be used by others. He’s been ignoring me for weeks, and I refuse to remain monogamous for a man who won’t even text me back. I have standards.
I wish I could speak, but the duct tape is still secure on my lips. But then again, maybe I shouldn’t give it all away. I need to keep a few secrets of my own.
I have so many.
Even ones I’ve kept from myself.
His fingers tighten on me, painfully, his nails digging into my skin, and I let out an excited whine.
“Don’t you know you’re mine?” he hisses and then pulls away suddenly. “Seems you have forgotten. I will give you a reminder. One you won’t be able to forget.”
A bag unzips near my feet, and I feel something cool hit my skin, the scent of alcohol hitting my nose. He wipes down my ass cheeks carefully, the surgeon in him coming out to play. Always so clean, always so thorough. And then I hear it, the whirl of a machine.
The prick of pain hits me suddenly, and I let out a low moan, my cock twitching in its cage as the tattoo gun moves against my skin. Oh. Oh yes, please. I feel my cock leaking as he works the needles with precision over my skin. Whatever he’s drawing, I’m pretty sure it’s his mark—something to tell everyone that this ass is his.
I don’t mind. Not at all.
I’ve been wanting this kind of claiming. I’ve been asking for it. Just never thought I’d get it.
“You better not come,” he murmurs, tugging on the cock cage and making my eyes roll into the back of my head.I mean, I can’t promise anything. You’re super-hot and tattooing my ass.
I can’t help it.
He digs the gun in a little deeper, and I grunt, feeling my balls harden from the pain.Yes. I want more. Gimme more. He continues, torturing me slowly. One ass cheek done, and then he moves on to the other. He’s making whatever it is big, something no one can miss.
I wiggle slightly and his free hand presses roughly against my lower back, shoving my cock into the mattress, the metal of the cage digging into my skin and making me moan. That, coupled with the prick of the tattoo gun, has me positively aching.
It’s really not my fault that I come. It’s when he’s almost finished, the pain spreading through both of my ass cheeks, his hand on my lower back, the bite of the cock cage. It’s all too much. My soft dick drips its release, my body shaking as a stream of cum pours out of me. It’s long and drawn out, but even so, Georgiy doesn’t stop what he’s doing, justtsksat me as I finally come down from it.
“Oh, Bane. You know better than to disobey,” he murmurs, the gun shutting off. I feel him sit back as if admiring his work, and then he huffs. “Mm. Perfection.”
He shuffles around in that bag and takes the time to cover it with plastic Saniderm bandages before going completely quiet.
I try to look over my shoulder to see him, but he reaches out and holds my neck down.
“Keep still.”
I roll my eyes, and he growls in annoyance. But even through his grumbling, I hear it. The flick of a lid, the squirt ofsomething. Then two gloved fingers push into me, making my eyes shut and my breathing pick up. Yes. Yes.
He’s going to fuck me. Finally.
He’s going to ruin my ass.
