“What is it about men like you?” he asks me. “You want all the control except in the bedroom.”
I huff softly. “I’m still in control,” I insist.
I hear a soft metallic sound and then feel a sharp sting against my back. I realize he’s taken a switch blade to the flesh of my back and blood drips from the wound.
Pleasure and pain whirl around my head and I feel my hard dick trapped between the mattress and my body, throbbing.
“Ahh,” I say in a breath. “You think that hurts?”
Suddenly he cuts me again, without saying a single thing. Pain aches in my back, but it feels so…good. Desire warms me from head to toe and I feel an electric tingle along my spine.
I’ve wanted this for so long. Someone to really take control. Hurt me. Use me.
“Look at you, bleeding for me…” he croons, his voice so different than that cold and brooding tone. It takes on a whole different life. One of a man who craves to bring me pain and pleasure. Who wishes to take me over.
I grunt and push my ass up against him.
“Now, now…I didn’t tell you to move,” he growls and slices me again. The cuts are all fairly shallow, but enough to bleed.Enough to leave a scar for me to see later on. Littered about all of the other scars on my body.
Alek leans down and I feel his tongue slide along the first cut, then the second. He’slickingmy blood up.
“You taste so good Tommy,” he whispers against my skin.
I shiver hard and already feel pre leaking from my tip.
Without another word, he slides off me and pushes me over. I start to sit up, lean toward him and his hand grabs me by the face.
“You are not being a good boy,” he warns me. “So impatient.”
“We don’t have much time,” I remind him just as he had told me.
Alek chuckles and his eyes go cold and dark. He slides his hand down to my throat and as he pushes me against the bed, squeezes.
“You have no idea what I can do to you in five minutes,” he whispers inches from my face.
I squirm against him, wanting to feel him hold me down tighter, and he does. Every inch of my body is covered in goosebumps.
“You don’t know how to dominate a man,” I tease him. “You don’t even know how to kiss one right.”
He takes the bait.
His mouth clamps down against mine, claiming mine in a messy, hot, needy, kiss. His tongue swipes along my bottom lip and then into my mouth. Dominating my tongue in rough swirls of his own.
I groan into the kiss, feeling the blood on my back soaking into the duvet and sheets underneath me. The cuts stinging with every move.
His body presses down against mine, settling down between my thighs and I place one of my hands onto his hip.
Alek yanks away from the kiss and looks at me with a fiery expression.
“Did I tell you to touch me?” he squeezes my throat tighter, just enough to cut off some of my air.
I shake my head.
“No, what?” he asks me.
I gasp trying to breath, but he pushes down harder, his hips roll against mine and my eyes nearly roll back into my head.
“N-No, Sir,” I finally say through grit teeth.
