“I—her pussy.” He trembles.
“And she just let you?”
He hesitates again, and the thrill of impending punishment fills me. “I moved her hand!” he cries out as my belt strikes his right thigh, then his left. His cock remains hard as iron between his shaking thighs, and he jolts when my hand grazes him as I soothe the reddened flesh on either side.
“So… her hand was covering her pussy, and she let you move it out of the way?”
“Yes.” He whines.
“How did you touch her?”
“I spread her thighs and stroked her pussy over her underwear,” he pants out. A rumble grows in my chest as the image begins to form of Nyx, laid bare beneath Thane’s entranced gaze, his tattooed fingers stroking the crux of her thighs. I can just picture her wide, red-brown eyes looking at him in confusion, transforming into wonder as he played with her body.
“Was she warm? Wet?”
“Fate,yes.”
“How wet?”
“Fucking dripping.” His hips start to thrust against the chair in search of friction against the softened leather.
“Ah-ah,” I chastise, taking hold of his cock roughly, denying him the privilege of seeking his own pleasure. He jolts in my grasp with a desperate groan, but his hips don’t stop rutting into my fist. With my other hand, I slap his ass repeatedlyuntil he manages to hold himself still, shaking with the effort of restraining himself.
“Did you fill her tight pussy with your fingers?” I taunt, cock held firm in my cruel grip. My own stiffens as the scene plays out in my mind, and I’m no longer sure if I’m interrogating him, or creating my own fantasy.
“Yes!” he nearly sobs. “She kept whispering “inside” over and over and over again.” I start to work his straining cock with my fist, squeezing his ass cheek with my other hand hard enough to turn the reddened flesh white.
“What did she sound like when you finger-fucked her wet cunt?” I growl out, kneading his ass in time with pumping his cock. Thane pants, pressing his forehead into the chair in frustration.
“She was moaning but covered her mouth so they wouldn’t hear,” he grits out, jaw clenched.
“Did you make her cum?” When he doesn’t immediately respond, too lost in his own pleasure, I release his cock and watch pre-cum drip down the chair from the flushed, swollen tip. His chest heaves with shuddering breaths as he moans desperately for my touch.
“Yes! She begged me not to stop.” I tightly fist his cock again, using his leaking precum as lube as I work him towards a tortured climax, pressing my thumb along the rim of his lubed ass until it surrenders to my intrusion. His swollen prostate is easy to find, and I press into it ruthlessly. He cries out, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks in earnest as I work him over the edge.
His balls draw up tight, and with a moan that seems to come from the deepest parts of his being, he finally breaks for me.
It’sglorious.
It’s everything.
I don’t stop stroking until he pleads for me to end his torment. Until his cum drips down my fist and pools on the floor. But even still, when I release him and withdraw my thumb, his body chases me, still desperate for more.
Which I gladly provide.
It’s quick work to draw my own cock out and lather his cum along my length, then his ass. When I breach his desperate hole, grabbing his still tied hands for leverage, we both moan. His body is pliant under mine as I ride him roughly, cock bobbing up and down, leaving trails of cum on the chair. I lean over him and bite his shoulder before laving the spot with my tongue and moving up his neck.
“Good boy,” I growl out roughly. He sobs again—but not from the agonizing pleasure I’ve just wrung from his body. My words aren’t just praise, they’re permission.
Forgiveness.
Absolution.
For touching her. For wanting to do it again.
The sudden, unbidden image of his body over hers, just like mine is over his, sinking into her tight, wet cunt over and over until he pumps her full of so much cum it leaks from where they’re joined, makes my demon rise with sudden ferality. I sit back up and grab his hips, and suddenly I’m driving into his body at an unforgiving pace while he sobs beneath me.
When his hole tightens once more on the verge of another fraught orgasm, I thrust deep, angling my cock against his swollen prostate until he’s writhing in my grasp.
