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I place my hand on my junk. “Fuck you.”

“Good boy,” he says and smirks.

I know I shouldn’t like him praising me, but I can’t help it when a smile turns up the corner of my mouth. Holding my hands firmly over my package, he lets out a mocking laugh.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice so thick I want to disappear between the sheets. I don’t want him to see my deepest desires, fuck, I don’t even know what I truly want, but I know it starts and ends with him.

1 Bǎobǎo: Baby, treasure.

Tokyo

Moon and Eliot

He stands and I shuffle back against the headboard. Still smirking, he walks to the bedside table and opens it. I spot about twelve condoms, lube, and a silicone dick. What the hell? My eyes widen.

He holds it in his hand like a treasure and turns to me. “Use this.”

“W-What?” I stutter. “It looks like…”

He cuts me off. “You recognize it?” he asks, sounding so smug.

I nod, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

He chuckles when I pull the sheets over my naked legs, hiding my hard cock.

“I don’t think so,” he says, turning on the light on his nightstand. He takes his seat at the foot of the bed again, twirling the silicone dick between his fingers with the lube. He can barely fit it in his hand. It’s sure as fuck not going to disappear in my ass. It will tear me apart, I think as my eyes fly to his crazy ones.

“Show me what’s mine,” he orders. Leaning back in the chair with a content look on his face.

I shake my head from left to right, not saying anything while clutching the sheets to my chest.

Leaning forward he tears the sheets from my body. It rips and I gasp as the cold air hits my nipples.

Moving the chair forward Moon places the silicone dick on his lap, waiting.

“What are you doing? M-m-moon, stop,” I cry out and before I know it, he grabs both my ankles and drags me toward him. Struggling, my back hits the bed, but he firmly plants my feet flat on the bedding, spreading me for him.

“Moon, no,” I moan and try to close my knees to hide my aching hard cock. He pinches a pressure point on my ankle making me cry out in pain. My legs fall open, giving him the best view of my spread ass, and my hard cock leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on my stomach. My cheeks flush and I cover my face with my arms, swearing while I do it.

“Why are you covering your face? You need one hand,” he tells me, softly trailing his fingers over my foot.

I gasp while my back arches. I hate that I like the feeling of being overpowered so much.

“You’re so sensitive,” he says, and he chuckles when the silicone dick lands on my stomach; it feels slick from the lube. I don’t look up when I hear him pop the button of his pants, pushing the zipper down.

“Don’t, please Moon,” I beg, stealing a glance and seeing his zipper is undone. I can clearly make out the outline of his dick pressing against the waistband of his boxers.

“Stretch your asshole for me,” he orders, leaning back in the chair and spreading his legs wide.

“What?” I pant, my chest heaving with trepidation. My hair falls in wet streaks down my face as I look at him.

“You know how pretty you look right now?” He doesn’t let go of my ankle as he sits forward to get the best view. He trails his eyes over my smooth legs, my thighs, and up to my dick. I swear to the gods I can feel it tingling my skin, now covered in goosebumps.

“Can you turn off the l-l-lights?” I ask, my voice trembling.

He shakes his head. “No, I want to see everything.” His eyes hard and on fire at the same time.

“Moon, I can’t,” I tell him, eyeing the monstrosity. “I can’t take it. It’ll split me open.”