“I’m going to give you what you need,” he promises me. My leg hurts. I don’t care. Not as he lays me down on the bed in the pitch black room and I feel my pants being taken off.
“Ah!” I gasp as his mouth is suddenly against my stitches.
Soren kisses along my stitched wound and then above it. His hot mouth leaves wet marks all along my calf to my knee. I can’t help but spread my thighs a bit as he works his way to them.
“Soren,” I mumble. “What—?” I start, but his teeth sink into my thigh, biting me.
A whimper escapes me and I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Ah-ah, let me hear you,” he growls after his teeth slide off my skin. There’s no blood, but the bite mark is throbbing and damp.
He quickly ascends my body and pulls my hand off my mouth, pinning my arm to the side.
“You want this?” he asks.
I barely get the word out. “Please.”
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby boy,” he husks. “Use your words.”
I swallow thickly. “Yes…Sir.” Just hearing myself say that makes me tremble.
Here in this room with him, it feels like no one else and nothing else exists. I don’t have to think about my duty, my father’s death, and I don’t need to worry about anything bad happening to me.
The only person who can truly hurt me now is currently tracing up the side of my neck with his tongue.
I moan and tilt my head to the side, allowing him even more access to me.
“Good boy…ahh, yes,” Soren moans into my neck. He presses his hips to mine, settling between my thighs, and I realize he’s taken his pants off already. Both of our lower halves are in boxers, and my hard cock twitches as I feel his solid length rub against my own through the thin fabric. I’m suddenly grateful that I don’t wear silk boxers, as the texture of the cotton against my dick each time my hips twitch against his feels so fucking good.
“I’ve wanted you all week,” he admits just below my ear. His hands grab both of mine and pin then above my head. “All fucking week. Every day, every fucking hour.”
I start to rock my hips against his, and he squeezes my wrists harder.
“Did I tell you to fucking move?” he snaps out.
I tremble and suck in a breath. “N-No.”
“No what?” he asks. His voice is so dark, deep, so sexy.
“No, Sir,” I gasp just as he rolls his hips down against mine.
“You need to be punished. Have your naughty ass spanked,” he groans under his breath.
I feel my pulse quicken. If there was anything I never expected would make me even harder than I already am, it’s the thought of being spanked by Soren. Except, I’ve been thinking about it for longer than just tonight. I’ve been imagining it for days.
“Spank me,” I blurt out.
“Someone’s excited,” Soren nips my ear. “Sit the fuck up.”
He pulls my arms, practically rag dolling me into sitting and pulls my shirt and jacket off before quickly disrobing himself of his.
Soren leans in just as my dizzy head is starting to clear and kisses me. I moan into the kiss and wrap my arms around his shoulders, desperately wanting to feel his stronger, broader body against my own. Arms, chest, legs…his thick neck, his hard dick. I want to feel everything. Every single part of him.
I kiss him back urgently, pressing my lips against his like it’s the last thing I’ll get to do on earth. Soren kisses me deep and firm, claiming my mouth, overpowering me in every way. Like he owns me.
Right now, he does.
Outside of this house, my power is above his. My family is stronger than his.
