This was completely new… and safe.
“Fuck! That’s it… You have the best fucking mouth, babe.”
As Kaj’s vision cleared, he saw the man choking him with his dick. It was Noah. Dominant. Manic. Glorious. His eyes were darker than ever, glowing with lust and possessiveness as he mercilessly fucked Kaj’s face. His lips and tongue continued forming all kinds of dirty words and curses.
And he didn’t stop.
Didn’t give him a break, pushing Kaj close to unconsciousness as oxygen shrunk in his lungs.
But he was so turned on...
“I’m gonna come, and you better swallow till the last drop.”
Holding his head in place like Kaj was nothing but a tool for his own pleasure, Noah picked up the pace, driving harder and faster into his throat.
White, hot cum exploded, overflowing his mouth and dribbling down his cheeks.
However, Noah didn’t seem to have enough. Without giving him a break, he tossed Kaj around like a ragdoll, fucking him in a series of positions that had him trembling with excitement and exertion equally. It was pure debauchery. Kaj fucking loved it, but he was so dizzy, he could barely breathe as he lay on his stomach with his wrists tied behind his back while Noah rammed into him.
In. Out. In. Out…
Kaj woke up. His heart was going a mile a minute, his breathing was ragged, his mind a puddle of irrational desire, and his cock… Well, he was sporting an erection of epic proportions, probably even leaking with precum, because holy fuck.
That had been weirdly arousing.
Unlike the usual nightmares that had his body reacting in strange ways sometimes, he could feel a familiar tingling in his chest and heat coiling in his crotch. Same as when he was all hot and bothered.
Like every other human being out there, Kaj occasionally had wet dreams. It was normal and completely natural. But this? This was a first for him.
He was aware that a lot of people had fantasies involving consensual-non-consent. For some, it was a way to push boundaries and explore taboos, challenging moral principles preset by society. For others, the appeal lay in the idea of their partner being so overwhelmed with desire that they couldn’t control themselves around them. For those who had been sexually assaulted, it could be a means to reclaim their power.
There were several theories about this, but if you asked Kaj, people didn’t need a logical reason to like what they liked. As long as it wasn’t detrimental to anyone, everyone should be free to love and fuck whoever and however they choose.
The thing was that, while Kaj was able to embrace the most animalistic side of him and play the “aggressor” because he was naturally dominant, he’d never fully engaged in a real pretend rape scenario. Didn’t sit well with him. Just like he didn’t feel comfortable with playing the victim—even if he’d be the one in control, it made him feel unsafe.
It was simply too jarring for his mind.
Until now.
Apparently, somewhere inside him, he wanted, or at least he didn’t hate, the idea of Noah forcing submission on him like that.
Would he even do it knowing his past?
The fuck? Are we seriously considering this now? It was just a fucking dream.
“Morning…” Noah mumbled behind Kaj. “You seriously need to start drinking some sort of relaxing tea or something at night. The way you startle awake most days is annoying.”
“Almost as much as your voice.”
“You love my voice.” Noah tightened his arms around Kaj’s waist and nuzzled his nape. “How are you feeling?”
“Considering you’re making me talk before coffee, I’d say I’m feeling pretty stabby.” In reality, he was still a little shaken about everything he’d spilled last night and the twisted ways his brain had found to release tension during his sleep, but Noah didn’t need to hear more about it.
“Should have expected it.”
“What?”
“You deflecting with sarcasm.” Noah’s fingers trailed along Kaj’s side, almost as if he were counting his ribs, making sure he was alive and real. “It’s as surprising as the sun rising in the east.”
