I’m creeped out by how I naturally match his breathing pattern and how well it actually works.
“Just stop touching me and hit me,” I grumble, squirming in his hold, then I wince and bite my lower lip becausefuck, the feel of his hand on my ass is deliciously painful.
All big and firm and…not disgusting.
I really need a word with my doctors after this,because what the fuck?
Aren’t all these types of touches supposed to make my skin crawl?
“No,” he says in my hair.
“No?”
“Yes. No. You don’t see it, but you have angry purple welts on this beautiful ass and thighs. This is enough for one day.” He tightens his grip on my ass, and I grunt. “You can’t be walking around the other guys naked, or they’ll see these marks and ask questions I’m sure you don’t want to answer.”
“Like I did the past week, you mean.”
“The marks stayed for a week?”
“Two days.”
“Mmm. I wish I had a picture to keep under my pillow.”
“Wow, what a major pervert. Might need that restraining order after all.” I squirm, but he’s not letting me go, and maybe I like the feel of his hand too much to fight it.
There’s this continuous dull pain that’s intertwined with his soothing massage. I’d prefer it if it were only pain, but this isn’t too bad.
For now.
He chuckles softly and nuzzles his nose in my hair again. “You smell so good. Like the deep ocean and the mountains. Mmm. I could eat you alive.”
“What’s with all the cannibalism, Hannibal? Anyway, hard pass. Not into all of that.”
He laughs again, the sound vibrating against me. “No, you’re not. But you’re into pain, aren’t you, my prince?”
Still grabbing my ass cheek with one hand, he reaches around my waist and wraps his palm around my hard cock. Itthrobsin his firm grip like a first-rate whore.
I’d like to leave. Now and fucking thank you.
But I don’t move. Don’t speak. I just exist, pulling at the corner of my lip with my teeth.
“Look at you being so wound up after some little impactplay.” He trails his nose down the side of my head. “Such a beautiful, huge cock.”
“Don’t go stating the obvious.”
“You’re often praised for the size, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh. I’m popular with the ladies for having a national treasure.”
“Hmm.” The sound is deep and a tad disapproving. “Now, thisnational treasureis so hard for me, baby.”
“Not for you.”
“No?” His voice darkens as he breathes so close to my ear, my spine jerks.
“No. A hand is a hand.”
“This ismyhand, though.” He tugs on my cock in one rough movement, and my hips jerk as precum slides down the tip. “Not anyone else’s.”
