“You take my pain so well.”
Smack.
“Seven!” I taste my tears now, salty and liberating.
Smack.
“Eight!” The word comes out rougher, harder to manage,but I’m not ready to stop.
“You good?” he asks, pausing, dancing his fingertips over my burning skin.
“Yes, Sir. I’m perfect.” And I am, so fucking perfect, I don’t want it to ever end.
“You are,” he replies before letting the brush crash into me again.
“Nine!” I grit my teeth, writhe against the bed, body on fire, cock painfully hard.
“One more. You can do it. Take one more for me, okay?”
“Yes, Sir. I want…want it. Please let me have one more.” I can’t see through my tears. Crying isn’t something I let myself do often, it’s not something I ever do outside of situations like this. I don’t want the tears then, don’t want the emotions that come with them, but in this safe space, the tears can flow freely. They come from the pain I crave, but it’s only the gateway, opening me up and letting me feel everything else I need to feel.
“You don’t even know what you do to me, James. I’m so fucking addicted to you.”
His touch is gone, and I hold my breath, waiting for the next slap. I cry out when it comes, thesmackechoing through the room, making me burn in the pleasure it leaves behind.
“Ten!” My orgasm moves in swiftly, taking over, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, cum spurting beneath me all over the blanket. I break down then, turn into a heaping mess, crying, rolling into a ball, but Colton is there, climbing into the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, his breath against my skin.
“Shh. I’m here. Your Sir has you. Let go. Cry for me. You’re so beautiful when you cry. Let it all out.” He kisses all over my face—lips, cheeks, forehead, chin, even the tip of my nose. He doesn’t seem to mind the tears, which makes themflow more, like I don’t want to stop giving him something to kiss away.
So I just…keep crying…keep being held by him…keep letting him take care of me, until everything goes black.
CHAPTER TWENTY
James
It’s not untilI wake up that I realize I fell asleep. Colton’s still holding me, but I can tell by the feel of his body that he’s awake. I’m practically sealed to him, attached to him with octopus arms and legs, stuck to him with sweat, tears, and cum, which reminds me of what I did.
“I’m sorry,” I say, pushing onto my elbows, looking down at him. “For coming without permission.”
“It’s okay.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheek and my lips. What’s with all the kissing everywhere, and why do I like it so much? “You were somewhere else, and I’m honored I got to be the one to bring you there. Though, do it again and you might be in trouble.” Colton winks, then rolls me to my back, and I wince at the feel of the blanket against my tender, bruised ass. The asshole smirks, clearly knowing what’s wrong, then grabs the bottle of Gatorade, opens it, and hands it over. “Drink some for me.”
I nod and take it, surprising myself by downing half the bottle. I pause, take another sip, then hand it to him. Colton closes the lid and sets it back on the nightstand.
“Unless I get a yellow or red from you, I’m going to fuck you now.”
Despite how much my ass hurts, I want it…need it. “Please.” He lies on top of me, nestled between my legs. Colton presses another of those soft kisses to my lips, so different from the hungry, urgent way he usually kisses me. I don’t understand it, but I want it.
He kisses his way down my neck, rutting against me. I’m not hard, but I know it won’t take me long to get there. He grabs my left pec, squeezes it, massages it, and continues to work his way down my body. When he gets to my dick, he sucks it into his mouth. It grows against his tongue, blood rushing to my groin with each lick and suck until I’m hard.
“That didn’t take long. At your age, I thought it would be a struggle.”
“Fuck you.” I laugh, something I’ve never done during sex before.
“Or I could fuck you.” He smiles up at me from between my legs, sucking my balls, making my eyes roll back, before he pushes up onto his knees.
“Hands and knees,” he tells me, moving out of the way so I can get into position.
I hear him opening the lube, and then he’s pressing two fingers inside me.
