His mouth is on my throat, his teeth grazing just enough to leave marks I’ll have to explain away in the morning, all while the footsteps continue just outside my door.
They fade, my parent’s door closes, and Carey’s hand slips from over my mouth.
“More,” he says again, and I turn my head to refill his palm.
I reach up to wipe my face, but he slaps my hand away. “I didn’t say you could move.”
At first there’s a tightness in my chest. It feels like what I know anger to be, but it quickly fades into a buzzing that vibrates up my spine to my neck until it feels like I’m floating, or drowning, or both at the same time.
I want to live here.
I’m already hooked.
Carey kneels up over me, moonlight against his chest and the closet light behind, illuminating him like he’s my saviour.
He lines up our cocks, and sends a thick wad of his own spit into the mix.
The overspray that sprinkles my stomach, makes me whine like the most shameful, needy, sub. And the way Carey, “Tsks,” at my reaction only makes it worse. Or better.
Definitely better.
“You’re so easy to tame, old man…”
I grit my teeth, but it’s all show because my dick pulses in his hand.
“...It’s been a week and you’re already addicted to me, aren’t you..?”
I nod, and grip the quilt at my sides with both fists.
“...You love how I can make you feel small. How I can make everything in your head fade away until all that’s left is how good I make you feel...”
I nod again.
“...You like being used by me, don’t you..?”
I nod a third time—
“...Say it! I need to hear how much you fucking love it.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
I’m vibrating; buzzing from the inside.
I’ve never been this high. This willingly powerless.
The words are there but my brain has already disconnected.
Carey’s hand clamps around my jaw. His fingers dig into my cheeks and force my mouth open. “You’ll answer me, or you’ll go the rest of the night untouched. I’ll finish myself all over you and leave you to clean it up, then, like the obedient little bitch you are, you’ll go to sleep with your dick still hard, because I. said. so. And you’ll do it too, cause you’re fucking obsessed with me.”
The threat really shouldn’t thrill me, but it does. It fucks with every chemical inside my head until the only thing I want is to fall further under his spell.
I manage to say, “If you’re gonna do it, make sure you leave a mess.” But my voice is nothing but breath.
He grins, tongue pushing hard into his cheek. “What a greedy little slut you are.”
The word sizzles in my head.
Carey is still holding our dicks in one hand, but he isn’t jerking us off. He’s clamped on the both of us, applying just enough pressure so my body can’t help but involuntarily rut up. Then hegrips my hip with his other hand and wrenches me back down. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”
