He stills, and his eyes search mine for the answer to the question I’m silently asking.
“I need you to say it, baby…” he says slowly, his grip tightening on my leg.
My heart riots as I lift my chin and look him right in the eye. “I want you to hurt me.”
For a moment, he doesn’t move as his eyes flick between mine. But he doesn’t find any hesitation in my gaze.
I fuckingneedthis.
Alder slowly leans back and reaches for his pants on the floor, then pulls his belt free from the loops in one clean motion. And his gaze stays on me the whole time.
My heart is pounding so loud now, it’s almost all I can hear. He kneels before me again, and my muscles tense with anticipation. Every breath feels heavier, and my skin tingles as I wait for him to destroy me.
He leans in and wraps the belt once around my neck, twisting the ends in his hand until I feel the control click into place.
And only when I nod does he slowly push into me while tightening the belt.
Everything hits me all at once. The stretch as he fills me, the feeling of the belt pressing against my throat, his skin against mine, the fabric of the sheets brushing my thighs… and the waythe pressure from the belt steals just enough air to wake me up to these sensations.
My lungs start fighting for breath as he slowly tightens the belt, and the edges of my vision blur as my head floats just slightly out of reach.
When he’s fully inside me, Alder loosens the belt just enough so I can suck in a full breath. Then he pulls back and slams into me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as he does it again, harder this time.
He leans forward to place his hands on the bed on either side of my head, still firmly gripping the belt with one hand.
The feeling of the leather around my neck, and knowing Alder has full control over me, is only making me crave more. And each time he thrusts into me, and tightens the belt just a little more, something deep inside me starts clawing its way towards the light.
My hands lift to claw at his back and drag down his sides, as I try to hold on to something while everything inside me shifts. I meet his gaze, and the look in his eyes is touched with something wild and unrestrained.
“You want to come, baby?” he pants, slamming into me again so hard ithurts.
I lift a hand to his on the belt and bring my other one down to wrap around my cock, stroking myself as I hold his stare. I close my hand over his at my throat, urging him to give me more.
He slows his thrusts as his eyes drift down my body to my cock, and then back up to my eyes with a slight shake of his head.
“Fuck…” he breathes. “You’re fuckingmine, Cade.”
Then he tightens the belt, and I let my hand fall away from his, surrendering to the rush surging up my chest and into my throat. It spreads fast as it blurs the edge of my being, and a warm sensation floods my body. I look up at him as he watchesme, his eyes fixed on mine, and it feels like I’m staring straight into his soul as he holds my life in his hands.
And as he starts fucking my ass again, I give everything up to him.
I let him use me, control me, and take everything away as he fucks me. I let himownme as he pulls the belt tighter, and he smashes through the walls I’ve spent years putting up. And everything that was hidden behind breaks free. Pain, joy, anger, loneliness, longing… it all rushes to the surface. And I have nowhere to put it.
My hand falls from my cock as the belt tightens again, pressing hard against my throat until each breath comes shallow and strained. My chest rises in short, uneven bursts as my vision turns hazy and the air feels thick. My head swims with pressure as everything seems to slow down and speed up at the same time, and my buried emotions continue to press hard against me. The pressure inside me builds as Alder keeps pounding into my ass, and every part of me is straining all at once. And I know I’m just seconds away from breaking apart.
And then I do.
Alder groans as he releases the belt and drops his forehead against mine, and I explode.
A wild rush of sensation tears through me as everything that was begging to be set free is finally released. My eyes squeeze shut as air floods my lungs, and my chest rises with what feels like the first real breath I’ve taken in years.
I can feel Alder’s hands on my sides as pleasure rips through me, and I hear my own moans as if they belong to someone else. My muscles tremble and my brain tingles as I come down from my high, and I try to hang onto it for as long as I can.
The tingling in my limbs is fading when I finally open my eyes, and I find Alder’s gaze on me.
He slides the belt out from under my neck, then his eyes drop as he lifts his hand to lightly brush his fingers along my chest, and then my throat. I try not to wince as he touches the tender spot where the leather rubbed my skin, but he moves gently over it, like he’s mesmerized by it.
