Page 85 of A Haunting at Keystone Manor

He swats my ass. “Hey, I’m the Dom here, remember? Take your cock out,” he commands, and I obey. I cradle his face in my hands and lean my forehead against his while he strokes me.

“You make me feel so good,” I say, and feel him smile against me.

“I’m glad. I love making you feel good.” He continues his stroking for a few moments.

“I want you to fuck me again. If you want to, that is.” I pull back and study his face, gauging his reaction.

“You want all of this up in you, huh?” he says with a roll of his hips. It’s so absurd that I can’t help but laugh. “I’d love to, baby.”

“Never mind, I think my cock just died,” I tease and step back from him, zipping my pants up. “I think I’ll just go to bed.”

He gasps in outrage. “No! Please, I want to fuck you. I’ll be so good for you, I promise,” he pouts.

“I don’t think that’s something you know how to do, brat.” I turn my back on him and pull down the covers on the bed, hiding my smile from him. He jumps up on my back and wraps his legs around my waist, arms gently circling my neck.

He whispers in my ear, “I’m going to be so good while I fuck you, and you’re going to be a good, obedient boy while I do it. Isn’t that right?” He squeezes his thighs around my hips, and I wrap my hand around his forearm, holding him back.

“Yes, sir,” I say, just because I know how much he loves our power struggle games. Secretly, so do I, not that I’ll ever admit it to him. He knows, though. He presses a kiss to my cheek and hops back onto the floor.

“Okay babe. I’m in control, and you’re going to do exactly what I say. Take your clothes off,” he commands, watching me closely. I strip out of my clothes, appreciating the look in his eyes as I do it.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with my padlock around your neck?”

“At least once,” I say as I instinctively reach up to touch it.

“What’s your color?”

“Green,” I say without hesitation. He breathes a sigh of relief.

“Good boy. Now, I want you to get on that bed on all fours. Arch your back for me, show me how much you want it.”

If anyone else in the world said those words to me, I’d have a panic attack, but I trust Alex with my life, and I love being able to share this intimacy with him. He allows me to be vulnerable with him in a way that feels safe. He would never hurt or take advantage of me. I position myself on the bed and rest my forehead against the mattress. He grabs the lube out of the nightstand and crawls onto the bed, running a hand down my back and over my ass.

“Gorgeous. God, I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He spends a long time getting me ready with the lube before kneeling behind me. I moan into the bedding and grip the sheets tight as he brushes a finger over my skin. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to melt into a puddle on this bed. “Color?” he asks again. I know he won’t go any further until I give him permission.

“Green. Now fuck me before I have to do it myself.”

He smacks my ass hard and puts his hands around my hips. “Who’s in charge here, Jake?”

I chuckle, knowing when to admit defeat. “You are, brat. Now fuck me.”

He surges into me before stilling, giving me time to adjust as he places a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me further into the mattress, rubbing small, soothing circles into my skin. I don’t like being held down, but I find comfort in his small weight against my back, grounding me into the moment. “You good?”

“Perfect,” I say as he begins to fuck me. This moment is so fucking perfect.

***

Alex

I flop down on top of Jake as I catch my breath, hugging him to me.

“Am I crushing you?” I ask against his chest.

“No, you don’t weigh enough to crush me. Feels nice,” he says and runs a hand through my hair. I try to make myself heavier on him, crush him to the mattress.

“What are you doing?” he laughs, tickling my side.

“I’m trying to be a weighted blanket. Clearly, I’m failing,” I sigh.