Page 25 of Two For One

“Come on, Gealt Bheag.” I called him my little crazy in Gaelic. “Give me what I want.”

He shook his head half-heartedly.

“Ok, I see how it's going to be,” I said, turning the plug back on to the lowest setting, slipping his cock into a silicone pussy as his eyes widened. “Don’t fucking come.”

I straddled one of his legs, fucking him with the silicone pussy slowly, watching his body give in to the pleasure reluctantly. Using my free hand that had a little lube on it, I rubbed my ass, sinking a finger inside. I groaned, adding another finger, riding my hand, watching Ezra take the pleasure I was giving him. The sight was erotic, and I could come from this, except Ezra didn’t deserve an easy ending.

Adding a third finger, I drew out our pleasure until we were on the brink. Ezra’s cheeks flushed, his chest heaved like he had run a mile uphill and his cock leaked like a damn faucet. He was at the edge of snapping.

I threw the silicone pussy off the bed, sitting over his cock, holding him so I could slam down on it. The motion stung, heightening my senses as I swiveled my hips, getting used to feeling so full. Ezra had his eyes closed, grabbing the restraints tightly, the veins in his forearm more pronounced.

“You feel so good,” I moaned, lifting up and slamming down onto him. “Remember, you can’t come until you apologize.”

His eyes opened, glaring at me for just a second as pleasure took over.

“Stubborn little shit,” I said, placing my hands on his pecs, using him for leverage.

He thrusted up into me, grazing my prostate. I moaned, enjoying his little act of defiance, letting him think he had control before I ripped it away. His thrusts grew faster, the pleasure overwhelming me, distracting me for a moment, and I almost came.

I grabbed the paddle, slapping his underarm, the sting making his hips stutter.

“You think I don’t know what you are doing?” I grabbed his face, leaning over. “Gealt Bheag, you must have hit your head because you forgot who fucking runs this show, I do.”

I turned the plug’s intensity higher, he bucked up as I fucked him. He fought the urge to come as his body became taught, biting his lip hard.

“All you have to do is apologize,” I said, lowering the intensity. “Give me what I want, Gealt Bheag, and you can come.”

He attempted to shake his head.

“Just give in,” I said, reaching back to fondle his balls.

Ezra opened his eyes wide, I turned the toy back on high and I saw the moment he gave in. His body accepted the pleasure as his hand moved fast spelling out sorry. Triumph spread through me like a drug. His submission was all I wanted, was all I needed.

“Good boy,” I said, letting him go from his restraints.

He immediately grabbed me by my hips fucking into me like a madman. I leaned forward, changing the angle slightly, craving that intense pleasure, moaning as he hit the perfect spot.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You need to be mad, then fuck me with your anger.”

Two more hard thrusts and my body bowed as I was hit with a freight train of euphoria. My cock twitched as I came untouched all over Ezra’s abs and chest igniting his own release.

He gave a soundless roar, pumping into me roughly until he stilled, holding onto my hips, digging in his nails, which extended my pleasure. My body felt boneless as I fell onto him, uncaring that I was going to get dirty with my release.

“Next time talk to me,” I said, sitting up.

Next time you talk to me. He signed. You said you didn’t like her and then I find out you fucked her.

“I didn’t fuck her,” I said, rolling off, laying next to him. “I just got a taste.”

The room was silent. I expected him to sign me this long monologue or maybe punch me again, but as I looked over he had his eyes closed, breathing deeply.

“What’s with this girl? Are you⁠—”

I couldn’t bring myself to say the L word. That wasn’t in the cards for guys like us. He looked over, his face passive and robotic.

Do I have to have a reason? He signed slowly. Am I not allowed to have fun, too?

His questions threw me off.