“Fuck,” Ryo groans, hips grinding deep. “Tight sweet ass.”
He stays there, buried inside me, letting me feel every inch, every ridge, every pulsing vein. The stretch is torture. The fullness is suffocating.
“Hurts?” he murmurs, finger tracing the ring of my hole, then sliding up my back.
I’ll shove my cock up his ass later so he can know if it hurts or not.
“Answer me, bitch.” He pulls on the rope cinched around my windpipe, and I choke on my own spit. My hips jerk involuntarily, trying to buck him off, but the suspension chains just rattle overhead.
“Nah,” I say, the word scraping. “Can’t even feel that tiny dick.”
He laughs, fucking delighted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel it.”
He pulls out slowly, dragging his cockhead over the abused ring of my asshole. Then he slams back in without care. Harder this time. Deeper. Making me spasm around the invasion.
“Ahh fuck, it feels good,” he says, grabbing my hips and yanking me onto him. “Great fuck-hole you have here.”
His rhythm is punishing—thrusts battering my insides. Each one knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Look at you,” he pants, slapping my ass. “Dripping blood on my sheets. Ruining everything you touch.”
He’s right. I can smell it. I can feel warmth trickling down my crack and over my balls.
His fingers come to play with my dick, stroking and stopping and stroking and stopping... And fuck, it’s too much. I’m so turned-on it’s like my entire body’s on fire. And I’m so close, so fucking close. I want to come. I want it so bad...
But I don’t.
Because Ryo pulls out, and I feel empty. He pulls my legs up some more, stretching me out even further, until my back is arching so much it hurts. The rope around my neck tightens, too, and I can feel the blood rushing to my head. It’s a weird kind of high, like I’m floating above the bed, watching everything happening to me from a distance.
“I wish you could see how hot you look right now,” he says, hands pushing my cheeks apart in an impossible way. I feel something wet and hot and realize it’s his tongue contouring my hole, licking the blood off of it. “I’m gonna destroy this pretty shithole. How’s that sound?”
I nod, because what the fuck else can I do?
He starts again, his cock sliding back inside me, and it’s like he’s found a button connected directly to my orgasm. And I love it. I love that he’s got me tied up and spread out like a fucking feast for him to devour.
My head throbs, and the world narrows to the pounding in my ears. I can’t tell if it’s the lack of oxygen to my brain or the sheer force of his fucking that’s making me dizzy. His grip tightens, and his hips slap against my ass, the chain jingling with every move.
“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you, Kai-chan?”
I want to laugh.Maniacally. But I can’t even respond to him suddenly calling me that. Ican’t. I can’t because my throat is tight, my voice is strangled by the rope and, especially, because I realize I like being calledKai-chan.
He reaches down and strokes my cock with a rough hand again, and it’s like an electric shock goes through me. I jerk, trying to get more of it, but my hips are up and useless in the air, being held by strong hands.
He squeezes harder, and I feel my orgasm building, climbing up from the base of my spine like a fucking volcano about to erupt.
“You want me to make you come like this? Like my bitch?”
I try to nod, drooling on the mattress, no voice and no thoughts. He rewards me by angling in a way his cock goes fuckingdeep, like he’s hunting gold.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His balls slap my taint, wet and heavy, and I know he’s going to make me come in seconds.
Second.
Orgasm detonates—white-hot freight train through my spine. Stars? Nah,fucking supernovas.My cock spurts ropes of cum across the mattress while I try to buck against his. He keeps fucking me through it, his strokes getting harder, his fingers digging bruises into my hips.
