“Aw, don’t be like that. Remember last time?” His hand shot out, pinching my nipple hard. “That pretty boy cunt of yours—”
“The scene hasn’t started,” Naoya-san’s voice cut in. “No touching the sub.”
Ryo turned, the smile gone in a blink. His whole face shifted into a fucking maniac stare. He closed the distance between them until their faces were inches apart.
“And who the fuck are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?”
Naoya-san didn’t flinch.
“I’m the one running this scene. Andyouare the one interrupting it.”
Ryo’s jaw ticked. His hand twitched near his belt, like he was considering making it physical. He tilted his head, smirking again.
“You’ve got balls, pretty boy, I’ll give you that. Should I just cut them off?”
Yeah, that’s the same shit I thought the first time I met Naoya-san too. And, yeah, he’s got iron balls or some shit. Difference between me and Ryo is that this jerk has no right to even be near Naoya-san, let alone speak to him.
“Touch him and I’ll gut you myself, you asshole!” I growl at him. “And then I’ll eat your fucking heart and shit it in your corpse’s mouth.”
That earned a laugh.
“Creative, Arakawa. Still barking while you’re trussed up like a bitch.” He glanced at Naoya-san again. “You’re prettier than him, you know that? Shouldn’t your ass be up for taking too?”
I kicked wildly. The ropes tore into my flesh, agony shooting through my shoulders. I couldn’t reach the bastard.
“Easy, mutt. I won’t touch your pretty boy.” He stepped back, flashing that grin again. “Not when I can wait till you’re free meat anyway.”
And that’s how I found myself with Ryo deep inside my asshole a few minutes later.
The red lights paint the room like fire, and everything feels hotter. My wrists scream from the hooks, shoulders screaming, chest pulling against gravity, thighs aching from being hauled against Ryo’s waist.
“Fuck yeah, I missed wrecking this hole,” he snarls, teeth scraping my neck before sinking in. “Missed this sweet, fucking tight cunt. Can’t get enough of seeing you strung up, all helpless.”
I hiss, back arching, every nerve a live wire. He slams his cock deep in a slow and deep motion, letting me feel every inch.
He kisses along my throat, sucks hard at the hollow under my jaw, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning—which would be theworse fucking scenario. He pinches my nipple under his fingers, and my body’s a mess of want and noise I can’t control.
“Pretty little tits,” he says, pinching harder, making me yelp. “If I was your owner I’d pierce you all over, hang you by these fucking nipples, and watch you scream.”
Oh, fuckyeah!
“I wanted to breed this ass again. You remember how tight you got for me last time?” He drags his fingers over my nipples, twists the one again. “I’ve fucking missed this.That nasty little cunt attitude.”
I can feel other hands sliding over me—someone tracing the line of my spine, another fingering the dip of my back, someone else pressing nails into my thighs and another one sucking my foot. I’m overstimulated, buzzing so hard my skull might crack. And fuck, that feels great even if it’s this fucking piece of shit with a fucking great cock.
“You’re gonna get me killed one day, Kai-chan,” he growls in my ear, hips slamming forward, the tip of him rubbing deep inside. “Fuck, I hate condoms. Your dom’s a dick... I wanted to breed your cunt raw.”
He pinches both my nipples this time, hard enough to make me cry out. I can feel him smirking against my neck.
“Fucking filthy body,” he whispers, low, pressing his mouth against my jaw, flicking and teasing my tortured nipples.
He pinches harder. My whole body jerks, twisted, exposed, bouncing slightly on the hook. I can feel my own cock aching against him, throbbing, useless against the tension of everything else. Every nerve in me is screaming, and I can’t pull away. I can’t even speak—Naoya-san’s rules keep my mouth shut with a ball gag this time—but I can feel the rage, the want, the twisted satisfaction curling through me.
I hate this bastard. I want to bite his face off. And still… I can feel that sick, electric pull. The violent, possessive way he fucks me, the way he knows exactly what makes me curse.
“You’re a freak, you know that? Hanging here, arms tied, cock hard…” Ryo groans, grinding his cock deeper into my asshole, his nails clawing into my asscheeks now.
He bites my ear, teeth scraping the skin.
