Chapter 5 #2
As soon as I sense pre-cum dampening the front of my jockstrap, the next slap makes me whimper.
I clench my thighs, curl my fists. It hurts.
Undeniably. He’s not going easy on me. And yet there’s a flood of relief after every hit, because yes, I do feel like a good boy.
Like I’m taking my punishment, showing him I understand I did something wrong, not just enduring a painful experience.
He is trying to teach me a lesson, but not with hurt or humiliation.
He’s doing this because he likes me. Wants to keep me.
“I am sorry,” I choke out, hardly recognizing my voice through the rasp. I’m so desperate for him to understand that.
“I know, baby. Deep down, you want to be good. I can see that,” he promises, delivering another stroke that numbs my skin despite simultaneously burning like hellfire.
I arch my back, trying to escape the next hit, but he keeps me in place with his free hand, delivering blow after blow, until I’m squirming like a cat in heat, my cock so hard it’s almost poking out from my underwear.
I don’t know how I can be both in pain and horny, but here I am.
I’m on fire. And while I know there’s only one way to extinguish the flames, I don’t dare voice my plea when Damen hisses and shakes his hand, as if the spanking has hurt him as much as it has me.
I don’t question him when he reaches forward and offers his palm to me.
I nuzzle it before rolling my tongue across it. I’m an animal acting on base instincts.
“That’s it. You’re forgiven,” Damen tells me in a voice so sweet tears gather under my eyelids.
My ass is so tender and aching, my thighs still tremble and I can’t catch my breath, but his words soothe all the pain. I’m forgiven. It’s done. We can forget I did the shitty thing I did. We can kiss, and hold hands, and say all those nice words.
I stifle a sob against his hand, unable to comprehend what’s going on with me. I want a hug from the man who’s just turned my ass raw.
“Th-thank you,” I choke out.
He exhales, then places his hand on my stomach before trailing it lower, toward my aching cock. “Just to be clear though, I don’t want an unwilling partner, so if you’d rather sleep on the sofa throughout the holida—”
“No!” I beg and look up at him in the mirror.
I do register that he’s giving me a way out.
Signalling he won’t force me into sex. But when I see he’s also a little flushed, that he looks like the devil’s more handsome brother, all I want is to climb his dick.
My hole throbs when I think about two weeks with no access to more than a gentle kiss in public.
“I want… I want…” I’m too out of it to communicate my thoughts clearly.
“You want what?” he asks, deceptively calm despite the flush on his cheeks. Oh, I love how in control he is. It’s so damn hot!
I take a deep breath. “I want… you. I want to fuck through the holidays.” I hope that’s not too crude for him, but I don’t have the brain capacity to express that I want to cuddle up to him at night, take showers with him, and kiss his beautiful hands, and lick his neck, and leave hickeys that will make his mother angry, and swallow his cum, and smell his hair…
I’m a lost cause.
Damen nods, staring at my burning ass, and while he is touching it very gently, the agitated flesh stings regardless. “Good. In that case, I will fuck you in our marital bed. You just have to exercise some patience.”
“Um… okay?” I mumble, unsure what to do with my arousal, so I press my cock against his hand, begging for release. “And what about now?” I’m not even ashamed anymore that I’m a squirming little animal.
“Now-now?” he asks, as if he has no idea what I’m on about. It’s borderline cruel for him to play with me like that, but when he taps the back of his finger against my hole, I can’t hold in a moan.
Yes, that is exactly where I want him.
Now.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper and hide my face in my hand. “I like to fuck, okay? And just being half-naked in front of you got me so horny I can hardly think.”
“Well, then we’re in a conundrum, since I want to take my time with that pretty ass.
Unless—” His gaze darts to the elegant golden box, which he picks up and places on my tailbone.
I should be annoyed that he’s using me as a table, but right now I don’t care as long as he keeps touching me.
“I was thinking about buying this anyway,” he tells me before picking up a medium-sized glass dildo out of the package.
Blood shoots to my cock, and I find myself close to losing balance when he pulls his fingertip along the beads making up the toy.
My focus is torn between the compliment to my ass and the black glass. I don’t care if Adriano hears us. Worse stuff has probably happened back here.
“It… it looks good,” I say, already thinking of him playing with it inside me.
I don’t know why I’m stuttering so much, because I’m rarely this affected by anything.
Between the skin of my ass feeling so tender after a spanking and the gorgeous man behind me admiring my hole with a dildo in hand, excuse me for being a little overwhelmed.
“I bet it feels good too,” Damen says and meets my gaze when he tastes the dark surface of the toy. It looks like an alien appendage, and somehow that’s even more arousing than watching him play with a realistic dildo would have been.
He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a neon green pouch. Never looking away, he rips it with his teeth, and then squeezes the contents into my crack. It’s cold, slimy, and I can’t fucking wait to have it rubbed inside me.
I arch my shoulders with a groan of excitement. It really does feel like my transgression is forgotten and we can start with a clean slate where only excitement matters.
“Only one way to find out.” I bite my lip and squeeze my cock through my damp jockstrap.
“You asked for it,” Damen tells me with a smile and slides the whole length of the dildo over my crack. Each rounded bit feels like a kiss, and I fall face-first into the backrest.
I rock my feet in excitement and lick my dry lips. “You got yourself a needy husband,” I tease, squeezing my throbbing cock. At this pace I might not even need to pull it out. With enough friction, I’m gonna flood my underwear.
I’m about to say something else, but the first bead enters me, cold, and alien, and so very solid it has me curling my toes.
“Exactly. I’ll just need to manage those needs somehow,” Damen says, guiding the tip of the dildo back and forth.
“There’s only so much energy I have after all,” he adds and pushes the toy in a bit farther.
“I’ll just ride you if you’re tired,” I murmur, turning my head so I can watch us in the mirror.
There’s something weirdly arousing about waiting to get his dick inside me, but I can see he wants it too.
Damen’s rubbing his palm against the front of his pants, all his focus on my hole and how it can accommodate the width of the next glass ball down the shaft of the dildo.
“Look at that…” Damen whispers, working the toy inside me.
He’s gentle and doesn’t push when my body doesn't want to accept more of the length, but I can feel that by the time I come, the entirety of the dildo will be buried deep inside me. “Your hole wants this so bad it’s clinging to every inch,” he tells me and twists the length.
“That’s it, you can take a bit more for me.
I need to make sure you can stretch to the thickness of my dick. ”
I know for a fact that his cock is wider than the glass item in his hand, but its shape, with changes in girth, makes insertion less smooth.
For a moment, the pressure on my insides is borderline scaring me, but then something relaxes, and the next two beads sink in. I whimper, sensing my man’s fingers against my hole. I’ve taken the whole thing!
“Good boy,” Damen groans, holding it by the base at the bottom of the toy. “And you have such a cute little ass too.”
I yelp when he pinches my red hot buttock. Enough is enough. I grab my cock through fabric and rub it fast, chasing my orgasm as Damen plays with the toy inside me, pulling it out a bit just to push it back in.
“Fuck… fuck…” I groan, rocking my hips against it, wide open to him and as vulnerable as I was when he spanked me.
“Slow down,” he orders, and while a part of me wants to rebel, I end up doing as he asks even when he starts to slowly pull the toy out, bead after bead.
I’m shocked when it pops out, making a squelch I wasn’t aware my body could produce, but before shame can burn through me, my man pushes the dildo back in, and then all the way out again.
I don’t know if he changed the angle at which he is moving it inside me, but my prostate is throbbing with sensation, and I’m gasping every time my fake husband shifts the appendage.
Despite touching myself at a slower pace, I feel pleasure starting to rise inside me, but just as I’m about to finish, Damen pulls my right hand away from my groin.
“Rest both your palms on the seat.”
“I need to come,” I whine, but do as told, reluctantly letting go of my erection. I can’t help shifting though. My hands might be as good as glued to the velvet, but the rest of my body is a twitchy, shivering mess.
“You will,” he promises, standing right behind me as he plunges the dildo inside me in a single powerful thrust. My insides twitch, but it’s not enough to push me over the edge, so I whine in complaint, while he yanks the beads out just as fast as he put them in last time.
The sloppy noise made by my body is so obscene.
My face pulses with shame, but I’m still so aroused I’d let him continue doing this to me even with Adriano present.
The smooth toy goes back and forth, awakening every single nerve ending inside my ass. All the way in. All the way out. Again, and again, and again.
It feels like I’m high on something, but then Damen places his hand on my damp jockstrap, and I lose the ground under my feet, crashing to the sofa while he keeps fucking me with that magical glass wand.
It’s plunged deep inside my hole by the time my balls have run dry, but while I’m exhausted, when Damen pushes me down on the seat, ruined as if I’d just had a train ran on me, I pry my eyes open.
He’s leaning over me, hard cock out, wavy hair transformed into a halo around his head. I open my mouth in time to capture a drop of his cum when it shoots all over my face.
Whatever he wants is his.
I have to close one eye, but with the other, I get the perfect view of his towering form. In this moment, I make the decision to stop working on a contingency plan and just go where this storm takes me. Would it really be so bad to die with this man’s hand around my throat?
I’m exhausted from my orgasm, my butt cheeks ache, but I still lick the last drop of cum off the tip of Damen’s cockhead. He’s so dreamy. I’ve never been with a man this sophisticated. If he asked me to lick cum off his polished shoe, I’d comply and ask if he wants his balls licked too.
We spend some time in silence as he’s panting and I stroke his thigh.
“Can we cuddle a little?” I whisper.
I don’t give a fuck if Adriano heard us going at it, but if he heard this question and Damen says ‘no’, I’ll have to kill myself on this sofa.
Damen smiles, leaning down to give me a kiss so sweet I’m about to pass out from the gentleness of it.
“Come here, baby,” he says, resting on the edge of the sofa. He drags me close, so we’re chest to back, and puts his arms around me, as if he wasn’t a borderline stranger but someone who cares how I feel.
I’m not a child.
I shouldn’t be losing my composure because a man I’m fucking is being nice, but I can’t help myself when he strokes my head and kisses my forehead.
“Such a good boy. You were really brave.”
My eyes well up so fast I act on instinct and hide my face against his neck, but as soon as I do that, I realize I’ve smeared cum all over him.
“Oh God. I’m sorry.” I pull away even though it’s too late. I don’t let go of him though. I’m a mess far too greedy for his affection.
He blinks, as if he’d been on the verge of falling asleep. “Oh… that’s all right. You’ll just have to clean up the mess you made,” he says and reaches into his pocket, showing me a pristine handkerchief, complete with embroidered edges, like people used to have in the olden days.
I gasp when the soft fabric touches my face, wiping away the fresh cum, as if I’m worth using such a pretty thing on. I don’t protest. If he still wants me after what I did, I’m gonna take it.
As soon as he’s done, I get to the fun part and lick his neck clean, inch after inch. He shaved in the morning, but I sense a bit of stubble already, and the taste of his cum is intoxicating.
“Thank you. You have a really clever tongue,” Damen mutters, putting his arm around me.
I can barely believe my luck when I place my head on his chest, so when he nudges my lips open, I obey.
Salty fingers push in the crumpled handkerchief, and I shudder, overwhelmed by the salty, intense flavor of my lover’s cum.
I’m gonna be sucking on that thing for sustenance until he wants it back.
“That’s it, just enjoy it, baby,” Damen whispers, kissing me again as we recover on the sofa. “And since I have such a lovely husband, I’ve got one more surprise for you when we’re ready to go.”