“If you want it rough, you’ll get it. Are you sure you don’t want more lube than that?”
He nodded and tossed the bottle on the bed.
“One last chance. Are you sure?”
He wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and used all his strength to pull me close. My heart hammered at the display of power. He pressed his lips to mine, and I lifted his thighs over my shoulders. I’d been hard for so long that the second I bumped against his hole—it had looked so pink and innocent—I was lost, and I sank into him without any attempt to be careful. He stiffened and whined against my mouth, but I didn’t go slow. I unleashed on him, using his body as a vessel for my pleasure. The silent thrill of owning this killer twisted like a ribbon around my heart and made it difficult to catch my breath. I lifted his arm and pressed kisses over the tiger there.
“Yes,” he panted out.
“Mine.” I squeezed him close and put a hand behind his head so he couldn’t get away even if he wanted to as I devoured his mouth.
My groin ached with the force I used to thrust my cock into him, but he screamed against my lips and held me closer. I’d never heard such a sound from a man, it was almost animalistic, and it sent a shiver all the way to the tips of my toes and raised the hair on my body. I pressed my face against his neck so I could listen to the beautiful sounds as I pummeled our bodies together. There were already bruises on his pale throat, and I sucked at them. The tight squeeze of his ass was exquisite.
After a few minutes I shifted to a different position higher on my knees. Ari went silent, his mouth hanging open as his eyes squeezed shut. I stayed right in that spot and fucked as hard as I could until the bed knocked against the wall—then I went harder.
His muscles clenched and his asshole squeezed around me, tried to force me from his body, but I fought and kept fucking into him. After a few seconds, I felt it, the evidence of his orgasm splashed across my chest because of the angle I had him twisted into, and I chuckled as he gave himself a pearl necklace with dots of cum on his throat. The perfume of pleasure—musk from his ass and cum—did something exceptional to me and I stiffened, shoving deep into the warm, welcoming heat of his body. I moaned, and the world went dark for a second as I spasmed and pleasure stabbed my gut viciously. I jammed my hips against him a few more times, and then we both went limp while we recovered. I didn’t roll off him because I wanted him underneath me, trapped, mine.
He didn’t ask me to move, only hugged me tight.
After a few minutes, I kissed his swollen lips and eased free of his body, but I could feel my cum gush out and I didn’t want that. I shuffled down the bed and spread his legs again. He put his hands over his face but didn’t cover his eyes—something about this position either bothered or pleased him, and I couldn’t work out which. I used two fingers to scoop the rivulets of my spunk up and stuff it back in, and then just because I wanted to, I used three, fucking them lightly in and out of his loosened asshole.
“This is mine. No one else touches it.” I couldn’t help my stern tone.
“Yes, Master.” He smiled at me as I glanced up at his face. When I looked back down at what my fingers were doing—it was a wonderful sight—my heart both froze and fluttered as if he’d kissed me. There was a small smear of red on my fingers. Blood. I stopped what I was doing and spread his asscheeks, and using my thumbs, I gently tugged at his hole. A very tiny fissure shined with red and had to be from the way I’d gone feral on him. I leaned down and sucked on the spot, and he cried out but pressed his ass against my face.
“Painful?” I leaned back to ask.
“Not really.” He shrugged.
I licked at the spot again and the tang of his blood was special, I decided, especially mixed with my cum. “I hurt you a little.”
“Is it bad?”
I shook my head.
He grunted. “It’s fine. I can barely feel it.” I watched him flex his hole, a strangely erotic sight.
I planted another kiss on his abused pink ring and went to the bathroom. I came back with ointment and carefully rubbed it around his hole. He stared at me with hooded eyes that made me want to fuck him all over again.
Ari smirked. “I thought you were going to be my Master, evil in all ways?” His voice went breathy.
Humming, I crawled up the bed, then pulled him into my arms and kissed him. “You belong to me. I’ll keep you healthy. We’re not fucking like that again till you’re healed.”
He whimpered, and his bottom lip stuck out. I kind of loved it. “But I want it again now.” I thought maybe he was stretching the truth because it was impossible that he would want me so soon after the way I’d wrecked him, but he grabbed my hand. I glanced at his hard cock as he rested my palm on it.
“Damn.”
He laughed.
I loved the way he looked when he fell apart, so I only smirked and kissed him. His cock was still slick from the lube he’d slathered on earlier, so I held him close and teased his shaft while I feasted on his mouth. I kept going until he stiffened in my arms with little whimpers that were so beautiful they made me want to tease him until I made him comeagain. I rolled onto my back, and Ari wasn’t a complete lightweight, but he was smaller than me, and it was comfortable to have him resting on my front. I ran a hand along his spine until his breath puffed in soft, even rhythms against my neck.
Visions of Ari working over Donny earlier danced in my head and excitement wouldn’t stop tingling through my body. He was special, and I wanted to keep him, but fear tangled through that desire as well. He was so far from what other people called normal that I would need to teach him to hide his true self a little better.
My thoughts kept me awake, and there was work to be done that would go easier under the cover of darkness, so I carefully rolled him onto his side, then all the way to his back. Lovingly, I arranged his head on a pillow. He never batted an eye, and it made me feel good that he trusted me so much he’d fallen into a deep sleep.
I pressed a kiss to his lips, then got up and dressed. I had shit to do. I went downstairs and stripped the tarps from the walls in our kill room. I wanted to save the sturdy plastic, but that would be stupid, so I used it to roll up what was left of Donny. I took everything out to my truck, even my drill, made sure the trash was secure in the bed, and then I drove out toward the edge of town.
There was an old graveyard back in the sticks I thought would work just fine for this. I’d found it a few years ago when I was hunting out there. I was able to drive my truck to the edge of the falling-in old church, but no farther. I would have to haul Donny in using my muscles. The graveyard almost didn’t look like anything anymore. I turned on my truck’s headlights and they cut across the lumps of weathered stone. The woods had reclaimed this area, and there were trees growing right through the church, but I was happy to see the one sturdy structure I’d recalled from my last trip here.
