“Should have thought about that before you acted up all evening.” He spits into my mouth again and I gag—trying to keep it locked in. “I keep trying to figure out what other random, obscene things you might have been doing without even thinking about it. Swallow.” I gasp—bucking my hips up as his pace quickens.
“Fuck, fuck—Aaron—fuck! I haven’t done anything—nothing!God!” I’m pleading now—I want it. Fuck—I want it and I know with this fucking ring it’s going to take twice as long.
“I don’t believe you. I don’t even think you’d know—you’re too pure in that way. You just act; you don’t consider how other people might take it.” I’m staring at him—panting and whining and moaning his name. His fingers curl.
“THERE—Aaron, there!” He’s hit my sweet spot. Surprisingly he doesn’t pull away—he strokes it over and over again. I’m crying, begging, pleading. He leans down and as I’m mid-begging to come he spits in my mouth again. “Fuck yessss.” I moan—head thrown back, his spit on my tongue making it muffled.
“Swallow.”
“I want it. I want it so bad, Aaron.” He’s just staring back at me—blank expression. “Please! Stop rubbing it if I can’t come—fuck—please.”
Aaron pushes his third finger inside and moves back down my body. As he fucks me with all three fingers hard and fast—he sucks my dick into his mouth.
Every muscle in my body tenses and I’m trying my best to breathe but I can’t. He’s sucking me so hard and his fingers keep brushing right where I need them. I can feel the pleasure building—how it’s being held back from reaching the top. My dick is so fucking sensitive—this blowjob is unlike any I’ve ever received.
“Aaron!” It’s a scream. As if a murderer has walked through the door to axe-murder me, I scream for him. He pulls off of me, takes his fingers out. After wiping them on a hand towel next to the bed he wraps a hand around my neck—grabs the cuffs, and in one swift movement I’m standing. He unloops them and lets my bound wrists hang over my stomach.
“Benjamin—what were you thinking when you called me stupid?” He asks against my skin—kissing my cheek—my temple. I’m shaking.
“I wasn’t.” I admit.I just wanted to get here—to this moment—to this anger. Mission accomplished, I guess.
“Hm. And do you? Do you think I’m stupid?” I recoil slightly, trying to look at him but he won’t let me.
“What? No—of course not.” Aaron chuckles against me—fingers dipping in the shallow dimples on my back—pushing in,hard.
“Then why the fuck did you say it?” He demands—other hand reaching up to grab the base of my jaw where it connects to my neck.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Do I need to teach you how to think before you speak?” It’s a trick question—I know he’ll do it either way. I still answer honestly, hips bucking forward in search of him.
“Yes.” The grip on my jaw and neck tightens and I feel his hand raise.Oh, God.
Smack!
I’m balancing in the little pocket of the universe Aaron’s made for me—feeling my heartbeat—feeling his skin, feeling the pulse in my dick. Then—I’m gasping for air—choking on sobs as Aaron stares into my eyes—holding me up with his one hand.
“Open your mouth.” Aaron demands as I stare up at him and sob. So I do, and right as he’s spitting directly into it—his hand comes down again—harder.
When I come back this time I’m already crying—his spit still sitting on my tongue. Even unconscious and dissociated I won’t disobey him.
“Swallow.” He orders. “Look at me.” My eyes that were previously zoned out onto his chest find his as I shudder—trying to hold in my cries and my whimpers, feeling his hand tighten around my jaw even further. I fear it’ll bruise. He’s studying my face, observing me. I watch his eyes drag over the entire expanse—a heavy-handed caress. When he meets my eyes again, he smiles very softly.
“You’re being verygood now.” Aaron kisses me as I cry. “Should I keep you restrained on a regular basis? Is that what’ll make you obedient?” I’m shaking my head as well as I can manage under his grip—fast and scared.
“No—” I choke out. “No, thank you.” Aaron hums.
“So thenlisten.”
“Yes—yes, I will. I’m sorry.” The way he’s looking at me—like I’m his little kitten to train—his possession to punish—itgetsme. I want to beg some more—apologize and plead for him to forgive me just so he’ll keep looking down at me like that. I want to be on my knees in front of him.
“Okay, baby.” He coos—licking away at my tears—staring me down like he’s waiting for the right moment to extend his claws and rip into me. “I hear you. You’re sorry.” His hand wraps around my dick suddenly and I jolt—eyes going wide.
“Oh God. No, no, no, Aaron—oh fuck—that’s so much. That feels like so much.” I’m sobbing again—pleading with him. He tilts his head, watching me.
“Yeah? Is that so sensitive? So intense?” He sounds so sympathetic, but I know he loves every moment of my suffering.
“Yes, yes—God—please.” Aaron groans, his own hips snapping forward and knocking into his hand—my dick. “Ugh!”
