Your open hand gripped the nape of my neck as you thrust into me a little harder, so that my throat closed up around your crown and my eyes watered. Just when I thought you might finish in my mouth, you pinched my cheeks roughly with your thick fingers and pulled me off with a pop. Your bulky body descended onto mine and pinned me to the mattress. My legs wrapped around your meaty thighs and you used your hips to shove me farther up the bed. Your mouth clamped down on one of my nipples, then nipped me with your blade-like teeth. A wet warmth pooled on my chest.
“Just a little,” you murmured as if reminding yourself. You lapped gently at the blood on my nipple and teased the cut with your tongue, which made me hard like nothing else. My erection was sandwiched between my body and your wall of flesh. My balls felt cramped and tight and oh-so-sensitive as you reached down to grab them in your fist, squeezing hard enough to bring a little pain with it. I whimpered and your mouth covered mine, silencing me. You tasted like copper and salt and smelled like the earth after a hard rain. Your tongue plunged into my mouth savagely as you cleansed me.
“I’ll never do that again,” I swore when you finally broke away. I’d never be another man’s whore, only yours.
You grunted in agreement. The pressure on my balls relaxed as I felt you moving away. You climbed off the bed and crossed the room. Your ass flexed as you walked, the muscles in your thighs elongated, and your cock protruded. I’d be fucking a god. I hoped I’d survive it.
You came back with a bottle of oil, which you drizzled over me haphazardly. Oil splashed on my cheek and mouth. I licked it, coating my lips, then spread it over my chest and groin, greasing myself up for you.
You climbed back on top of me and grappled me into your arms. I fought only a little, relishing the slide of our bodies, the sloppy dance between our cocks, and the way my ass was already pulsing in anticipation. My eyes rolled back into my head as you bit at my neck.
If you’re lucky, they’ll share you.
You pinned me so that I was on my back, bent almost entirely in half, and then you flipped me over, so I was kneeling with all your weight on top of me. Your two fingers slid down my tailbone and skirted along the groove of my ass before they plunged forcefully into my hole. I tightened up instinctively and tried to edge away, but you held me fast.
“I’m reclaiming this as well,” you growled into my ear.
I nodded vigorously. “It was always yours. The things I did with—”
“Don’t,” you warned. “I forbid you from uttering his name ever again.”
“I won’t.” As far as I was concerned, I’d only ever had one lover, and as your fingers speared me thoroughly and more than a little aggressively, those memories burned away entirely. I could only concentrate on the pressure you put on my muscle, tweaking my every nerve, the way my body expanded and constricted under your command, and my mind’s willingness to trust and submit.
“What do you think of my cock?” you rumbled in my ear. Your erection poked one of my ass cheeks, making itself known.
“It’s big,” I sputtered.
“Too big for you?”
I shook my head. “I’ll take it.”
“Will you take it now?”
“Yes,” I ground out, even though I knew I wasn’t ready. I wanted it so badly. And some part of you wanted to hurt me.
You lubed us up and placed the head of your cock at my entrance. Without any additional warning, you forced me open like a battering ram, driving into me with so much heat and pressure. I squirmed on the bed, my asshole burned, and my stomach seized in a panic, but there was no escaping this sensation. Your hands gripped my shoulders, holding me down, forcing my chest against the mattress. I wasn’t your lover in that moment, I was your opponent, and you were a bludgeon.
“Call for me,” you said, and I howled like I was possessed. All of the pain, physical and emotional, of the past six months since you’d left me. All of the tears I’d cried, all of my sad, lonely orgasms, and my doubts about your love for me. Every spiteful act I’d committed against you, every time Sergei touched me… all of that burned away as I screamed your name. You were my god. And my truth. I’d let you have all of me. Grind me into dust and scatter me in the breeze.
“Push back onto me,” you said, and even though it hurt like hell, I did what you told me, impaling myself on your length.
“How I’ve missed this body,” you said as you skimmed your hand along my side. It was my body you’d missed. I flushed with gratitude and panted from my screaming.
Before I could catch my breath, your hips took over, driving into me in long, hot stabs that flexed my feet and radiated pleasure through me. My dick throbbed, longing to be touched. I thought of your fine-pointed sword, the way you thrust it at your brother, and imagined it was goring me from within. Every muscle in my body trembled as I melted into the mattress, a throbbing, moaning mess. I drooled and gasped and could hardly see straight. Every thrust left me a quaking wreck. I begged you for more. I couldn’t spread my thighs any farther, couldn’t open up any wider. There was no more room. Servants drifted in and out of my peripheral vision, and I hardly registered their presence at all. There was only you.
Your hand grabbed my hair while the other splayed across my tailbone. Your hands were huge. Everything about you was large and overwhelming. Your thrusts quickened as your cock stroked deeper, a well-oiled machine. Pulses of pleasure emanated from the very core of my being. Seismic tremors shook me in synch with your grunting and the tear of my hair. All I could do was brace myself up and try to keep from collapsing underneath you as you hammered me.
“Oh, oh, owww,” I howled. So much pleasure and just as much pain. I couldn’t distinguish between the two. My skin felt as though it had been razed, and my blood burned like liquid fire. I was sweating and bleeding and being split in two. You were breaking me, on purpose, and I wanted it. I shoved back into you with just as much force and swore as tears sprouted in my eyes.
“Orlando,” you thundered. The sound reverberated throughout the room until it was all I could hear. My name in your rich, rough voice as you called for me in desperation, just as I’d called for you all these months.
“Give it to me,” I begged. I wanted your bitterness, your anger, and your jealousy. All of those words you’d written on that piece of paper condemning and shaming me. I wanted you to expel all of it now and punish me for straying. For disobeying you.
Your hips snapped harder and I bit down into my lip, tasting another hot flash of blood.
I knew you wouldn’t like it, but I grabbed for my leaking cock. I expected you to stop me, and you did. You growled and wrenched my arm away, anchoring my wrists to the bed with your huge hands, then dropped your entire weight on top of me and flattened me completely. You forced my knees wider with your strong thighs and drove into me with the full force of your massive cock.
“You come like this or you don’t come at all,” you said and bit into the fleshy part of my back. There was a sharp, stabbing pain, followed by a steady thrum of pleasure that intensified with every massage you gave to my prostate. I shuddered beneath you as you fucked me like an animal. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it. I surrendered to the searing pain chased by swells of pleasure until my body careened into orgasm. My cock blazed with heat as wave after wave of sensation pounded me. My back arched under your weight, and my ass clenched as your release flooded me. My jizz pooled against the sheets and my softening cock pulsed weakly. My whole body was exhausted—destroyed—and my mind blissfully empty.
