“I swear—” I find it—my sweet spot. My eyes shoot open to meet his.
“Hnghh, Aaron—Aaron—it’s right there.” He’s glaring at me so hard I think he might kill me. I can feel him shaking.
“Stop touching it, Benjamin.” He orders.
“Oh, God. Oh fuck—yes. I haven’t—ahh—” I struggle to keep my eyes open—doing my best to stare him in the eye, to remember the reason it’s me doing this and not my hot, dominating boyfriend. “I haven’t touched here before.” His whole body twitches.
“Benjamin. I said stop. Now.” My hand is moving so fast I think I just might come.
“Ahh—I think I…uhh, Aaron oh—oh God I’m going to come.” Aaron shoots up off the bed—grabbing my arm and pulling my fingers out. I yell at the loss, at the edging. My dick is leaking a puddle on Aaron’s thigh.
“Time’s up, Button. I played your game and now I’m so fucking pent up and you’re being a brat who won’t listen.Want to know what that means?” I grin because I know I’m going to love whatever it is. He grips the hair on the back of my neck. I gasp.
His hand wraps around me and with surprising strength from this angle he smacks my ass.
“Fuck!” I yell—jolting forward. Aaron doesn’t let me move, his grip on my hair tight.
“I…” He’s looking all over my body. He looks feral—like he doesn’t know what to eat first. “Stand.” Aaron pulls me with him by my hair until we’re standing next to the bed and I’m trying so hard not to touch my dick. He lets go of me and steps back—looking me over head to toe.
“I love it.” I say—his eyes shooting to mine.
“You love what?” I grin up at him, hand moving to grip my length.
“When you push me around.” Aaron spots my hand and snatches up my wrist.
“I don’t think so—turn.” When I do I hear him sigh a content sigh.
Then he’s licking my back dimples, and it feels fucking amazing. Like somewhere that isn’t supposed to be touched is being ravished.
“Get your fucking ass on the bed.” His voice startles me. Startles a moan straight out of my throat as I scramble to climb up onto the bed.
He stands at the edge and drags me over to him—gripping me by my hair and tilting my head back to see his face as my knees hit his thighs.
“I love when I get to fuck you like I’m telling you I love you for the first time. All stuck together and personal. A little sweet. I love making love to you, baby.” I bat my lashes up at him. His grip in my hair tightens astronomically and he leans down—putting his lips to my ear. “But I love this too. Tearing you apart—breaking you down. Pushing you around and hurting you. I love fucking you like an animal.” My hips buck up into the air, and I force myself to settle back down on my knees.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask him—but it sounds likeI can’t wait for you to fuck me. Aaron’s grin is predatory.
“Little kitten—” he says, pulling a whimper from my throat. “I’m going to spank your ass until you physically can’t take it anymore. Then I’m going to grab you by the throat and fuck you so hard from behind that you cry from the first thrust.” I shiver under his words—under the weight of his hand in my hair.
“Okay.” I whisper—and something like pride flashes in his eyes.
“Two taps.” He reminds me—our stop sign.
As soon as I nod, he picks me up. Placing one foot on the bed Aaron bends me over his knee—my erection being flattened between his thigh and my stomach with an insanely good amount of pressure. I don’t get too long to focus on the relief before Aaron’s hand comes slapping down onto my ass. I jolt—crying out at the shock—the pain, thepleasure. He gives me another, slightly harder than the last. Neither are any harder than the ones he’s given me before, which can only mean one thing. He’s drawing it out—he’s building up to it.
He spanks me again—this time in the center of my ass—getting a bit of both cheeks.
“Nghh.” I groan through clenched teeth—squeezing the underside of his thigh, my only leverage.
“You like that, baby?” Aaron coos and I nod. I won’t face him, won’t show him that he’s already brought me to tears. “Well, we can’t have that.” My eyes widen as he uses one arm to lock my waist down—making sure I won’t move.
It’s in this moment that I remember that Aaron is quite a large man who frequents the gym. Just because the last few months took some of his muscle doesn’t mean he’s much different. Aw fuck. My heart is pounding in my ears.
Crack!
I can’t breathe. It feels as if something vital in my chest is ripped away for a moment—taking my lungs with it. No sound—no air, no thoughts.Nothing. Nothing but the pain—the pleasure, and him. Aaron. Everything else just… disappears.
Air rushes back into my lungs and a delayed sob falls out of me. I can feel myself shaking. Body high on an adrenaline rush and it wants more. Everything around me comes back to me—including sound. Aaron has been talking to me—rubbing my ass where he last hit me.
