I let his foot go and adjust my mask back to grab the knife I left at the foot of the bed. I move to my knees and lift the sharp blade toward his chest. He gasps and freezes.
“When you went against my order and instead of staying put, you almost died at the hands of Nine…” I pause, growling at the pink line still visible on his neck. I graze the tip of the knife over the collar of his shirt. “Did you not trust me to know what was best for you?”
“I did.” His reply angers me so much that I slide the blade under the shirt and push against the fabric until I hear a ripping sound. My dick is throbbing, but the memories of that day are crowding in my head as the knife keeps cutting until it reaches the hem.
“Then why did you disobey me?” I hiss, letting my hand drop. I can see the yellow bruises still on his body.
“Fear of losing you,” he admits.
I sigh at the nonsense. And frown when he suddenly jerks. When I look down at the knife, I realize that the tip has rubbed lightly over his skin. I see blood near his nipple. A red, perfectly round drop, it urges the animal in me to burst out. I toss the knife and let myself drop down on top of him, halting the fall with my elbows on both sides of him. I lift the mask on top of my head and lower my lips, my tongue coming out to lap at the tiny cut. I groan at the taste of his blood in my mouth.
Mine. He’s mine. Each and every cell of his is mine.
Craving more, I suck on the cut, lick, and suck again. His nipple is hard as a diamond. My tongue flicks the hard tip before I blow on it, while he squirms and practically purrs under me, his hand tunnels into my hair, pushing my head more firmly against his chest as he arches back. I close my mouth around the rigid budwhile my cock keeps rubbing against his thigh every time he moves. I am not going to be able to do this much longer without losing it. Especially after Sully grasps my bicep, digging his nails into my flesh, and cries out.
“You’ll never fucking lose me,” I grunt over his skin.
That’s when he comes undone under me, untouched. His body quakes and his dick sprays his belly and my skin with hot jizz. I give his panting chest a last lick, enjoying his little jerks of pleasure, and move up to his throat. I can feel his fluttering pulse under my mouth, against my tongue, and it turns me into a primal beast. I run my nose up his jaw to inhale his delicious scent, push the hair away from his face, and swallow hard in anticipation before I give him one of my filthy kisses without restraint. I nip the corner of his lip, and then sweep my tongue inside, groaning at the burst of flavor.
My fingers roll and pluck the tip of his untouched nipple while our tongues tangle almost desperately, ferociously. I break away, and with a tilt of my head, the mask goes back to cover my face. I pull up, push his legs toward his chest, spit on my dick, and line my cock up with his leaking hole.
“Your body knows whom to obey. But your brain needs a little more convincing. I’m more than happy to give it to you.”
I’m about to ram my whole, bare cock inside him when a small hand pushing on my chest stops me.
His eyes find mine, they are burning with so much hunger, my dick hurts. His fingers touch the side of my mask reverently.
“Pin me down and fuck me. I want my masked man to dominate me…hard.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. He drives me crazy. I flip him around and push him on his knees, face on the pillow, ass up. He quickly reaches back to spread his cheeks with his fingers and offers himself to me on a fucking silver platter.
“Take it.” A sultry whisper.
That gaping hole wet for me turns me into a savage. A sharp ram of my hips, and he surrenders to me, with my cock barely having to ask. I sink into his hot channel in one slick, hard thrust that takes both our breaths away. His hole is so wet and used to my size that I slide inside him like I fucking belong here.
“Sully,” I whisper. His hands fall forward as I begin to plow into him. It gets better every time I fuck him. Like our bodies are learning their own rhythm.
I grit my teeth, squeezing two handfuls of ass as I stare at my dick fucking inside his hole.
“I’d kill for you.” I almost did it tonight.
“You did kill for me,” he cries as I shift a little to find his prostate.
“I’ll do it again,” I promise. “And again.”
“You just like…to be all…up in my head.” He tries to talk against my ramming rhythm.
“I like to be balls-deep inside you.” I give a hard thrust and grind my hips, making him whimper and push that perfect hole against my groin, to swallow my dick deeper.
My hand rises and falls on his already red cheeks. He lets out a scream. Smack, spank, and smack. His hips are rocking as I remain still, fucking my cock with frantic moves as I grunt and groan at his bouncing ass, sucking me with gusto. Spank. Spank.
Fuck. Me. My little bitch knows how to work a cock.
“How could I ever leave this milking hole, eh?” I grab his hair and push his cheek into the pillow. “How could I ever stop craving all of you, Little Chick?”
I let out a possessive roar, and then eyes fixed on him, I let go. His rhythm breaks as I take total control of his body. His fingers claw at the sheets, his thick locks are drenched in sweat, and he’s moaning my name like a mantra.
Even if I wanted to hold on, nothing could stop my orgasm from racing through me. My balls draw up, and cum shoots out of my dick and deep into him. The aftershocks have barely settled before Sully is shouting out with his own release, squeezing my dick so fucking tight, more jizz fills his greedy hole.
