In here, in this bed…Soren dominates me, and I’m desperately obsessed with it. With him.
“Soren,” I groan as his chest presses against me and his cock, wet with precum, brushes mine. His name is muffled by the kiss.
Soren licks my lips and then pulls back just enough to speak.
“Impatient fucker,” he huffs at me. His words don’t upset me; they only make me cling to him tighter.
He bites and kisses at my jawline. My leg is aching from the skin being stretches and the muscles being used in ways they shouldn’t be, but I ignore it. I don’t care. Not now.
Suddenly, Soren pulls back and shoves me onto my stomach. He shoves a pillow under my groin, trapping my cock there, and my ass is elevated off the bed.
“How many do you deserve, huh?” he asks, breathlessly and voice husky.
All I can do is breathe.
“Don’t wanna count? You get a lot more if you don’t count, baby,” he teases me. “Maybe you want that. Maybe you’re a naughty sick motherfucker, huh? You’d have to be to be in here with me.” He leans down and bites me on the ass.
I yelp softly, but pleasure and heat flood my ass cheek. I squirm against the pillow.
“Please, Sir,” I beg him. “I need it.”
“Yes, you do,” Soren replies, and suddenly his hand smacks against my bare ass so hard that my toes curl. My ass wiggles with each thwap of his large palm against it. He starts slow, one smack, two smack, three, a slight rub between each one. Alternating…but then, he speeds up.
“You like that, Carmine?” he asks me. “You like getting your ass spanked?”
I moan in response, gripping a pillow with my hands and shoving my face halfway against the mattress. The sheets are nearly in my mouth.
I don’t feel like some big and powerful mafia lord right now. I don’t feel like a man who has to be in control of everything. Who has to cope and grieve. Who needs to get his shit together.
I feel…free.
“Come on, let it out, Carm,” Soren orders me. “Let me hear you.”
Smack!
He spanks me even harder and I let myself be heard whimpering and groaning.
“Yes!” I gasp out. “Yes, yes!”
I sound so fucking pathetic, and I want more.
“Spank me until my fucking ass hurts when I sit tomorrow,” I say through panted breathes.
Soren growls under his breath and suddenly I hear something. Leather and clanking buckles.
“Belt okay?” he asks me, his voice a bit softer, lower.
My entire body lights up. My cock is dripping against my stomach from where it’s trapped between me and the pillow. No doubt causing a damp spot.
“Fuck yes!”
I’ve barely gotten the words out when I feel a sharp sting against both of my ass cheeks. He’s spanking me with his belt. I can feel the leather reddening my skin even further. All I can do is wriggle and grip the sheets with my hands tighter. My ass is throbbing, and I think that I might not be able to take anymore right as he stops.
“Such a good boy…” he whispers and leans down and kisses all over my ass. His stubble brushes my skin and I shiver.
“It hurts,” I sigh, happily.
“And you like it, filthy boy,” he croons.
