And to make me be bad, too.
My thing throbbed in his hand and he smiled down at me, repeating it. “Don’t ever be sorry, Sean. Told you you’re fucking perfect, didn’t I? I love being in charge of your pretty little cock. Love making you come. Love the way you can’t get yourself off without my help… at least, not unless you sneak behind my back and do bad things to yourself, huh?”
I whined, low in my throat, because even when he called me bad I could see how much he liked it, and everything—everything—he said to me just got me more excited. Made me shamefully hard and feel deliciously dirty but also all warm and syrupy and floaty and… andhappy, all at once.
I loved him.
Ibelongedto him.
And yes, if he made me say those things I… I’d try, for him.
“Make me,” I whispered, a spike of terror shooting through my stomach straight down to my thing and making it jerk with excitement in Tyson’s hand. “You can… you can make me, Tyson. Make me tell you what… what I want you to do to my… to my…”
“To this cock that I own?” Tyson asked when my throat locked up again, tugging on it so that I had to go with him toward the bed. He pushed me down and stripped my pants all the way off, then made me lie flat while he stood over me and looked at me. “Is that what you need right now, baby? Need me to take care of that boner you’ve had for me all night?”
Oh, God. I wanted to say yes. It would feel so good. But…
“No,” I whispered, clenching my hands into the bedsheets. “Not… not that. Can you please… um, will you…”
My stomach spasmed.
I couldn’t ask him.
“Roll over,” Tyson ordered, pulling his shirt off and then shucking off his pants so that he was naked, too. “Now, Sean.”
I did it, squeezing my eyes closed with a little gasp when my thing rubbed against his silky bedspread and almost made a mess right then and there.
He spanked me, and my eyes flew back open.
“Dirty boy,” he said, climbing onto the bed, too. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped out, pushing my stinging bottom up in the air like the shameless, needy little thing he turned me into. “Please, Tyson.”
“Damn,” he said, sounding almost reverent. “You want my cock bad, don’t you, baby?”
I was already so excited I could barely catch my breath. “Yes. Please.Always.”
“So good for me,” he said, rubbing the spot he’d spanked and spreading the delicious heat of it right through me. “You’ve been wanting it for a while now, haven’t you, sweetheart?”
I buried my face in his pillow and nodded, pushing back against his touch greedily.
Tyson groaned, spreading my cheeks open and pressing his thumb right where I needed him to. “Been craving it every time I played with this hot little hole… been wanting me to give it what it was made for… holding yourself back from begging me to stuff you as full as you’ve dreamed of, is that it?”
“Yes,” I said into the pillow, little sparks shooting through me. “Yes. Yes.Yes.”
“Gonna have to tell me, then,” he said, pulling his thumb away and holding me open. “So damn pretty, I’d be happy to bury my cock in your sweet little ass, Sean, but I want to hear you say it.”
I froze.
He laughed, spanking me again in the same spot he had before.
“Tyson,” I gasped, my hips jerking forward onto the bed as those sparks inside me started to turn into fireworks. “Please.”
“That’s right, sweetness. You want my cock, you’re going to have to beg for it. Love it so much when you beg. And you need some help? I’m always here to help you, sugar, so if you want me to make you say it—”
He spanked me again on the other side, and oh, Lord, oh myGod, I just wasn’t strong enough to keep holding my thing back from exploding if he was going to keep doing that. It felt the good kind of bad, a little bit of hurting and a whole lot of that delicious, sparking heat, but most of all it meant he wanted me. I had all his attention and he was going to make me do what he said and I couldn’t… I couldn’t…
“Tyson,” I whimpered, rubbing my thing against the bed because it was about to explode and… and... “I can’t… can’t be good.”
