Rough Ride #2
I set the phallus on the ground behind him before I slick it with lotion. “We’re going to play a game, Olbric. First things first, you’re going to split your ass open on that.”
Olbric eyes me warily, sensing a trap. He doesn’t keep me waiting long though. He shifts where he kneels, scooting back across the rug. Without the use of his hands, it takes a moment for him to line himself up, but he’s careful not to tip the toy as he lowers himself down on it.
A quiet groan escapes him at the stretch, and the sound sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Unlike some of his favorite toys, this one is polished smooth.
“You’re going to keep that inside of you while you kneel upright and accept the flogging I’m about to give your back,” I say before I pick a flogger from our collection.
Olbric drags his lower lip between his teeth as I show him the thin, stinging tresses.
“And any time you let that toy slip out, I’m going to smack your ass and thighs until you can get it back in. ”
I press the handle to the underside of his chin, forcing his head up. His pupils are blown wide as his eyes meets mine. I smirk before I brush a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “So, how hard of a ride you have tomorrow is entirely up to you.”
“Fuck,” Olbric gasps. He sinks down to take the toy even deeper before he kneels up, thighs and back straight. His face is pinched in concentration, ass clenched, yet when I circle behind him, I can see that the smooth toy is already slipping.
Well, that doesn’t bode well for him.
“Ready, beautiful?”
“Y-yes, Dom,” he says, and I don’t hesitate as I bring the flogger down on his back. It’s not a hard strike. Yet.
Instead, I warm him up, lashing him lightly to bring every nerve alight. The tresses leave gentle marks against his skin, his body jerking at each impact. Only then do I start to up the intensity, bringing a strike down hard enough that Olbric gasps.
The phallus slips, and Olbric’s clenching only succeeds in pushing the toy free. It clatters to the ground, and I immediately move the tresses to his ass, bringing it down hard.
Oh, but it’s a rude game.
He yelps in pain even as he half turns to try and righten the toy with his elbows. The phallus has a sturdy base, so it’s not impossible, but I play dirty with a couple careless strikes that succeed in knocking it over again.
I don’t know much Cashir, but I know enough to understand him as he curses me. “Such a mouth,” I tsk, and the hard flick of the flogger is rewarded with a yelp.
When he gets the phallus upright, he’s quick getting back on it, but I don’t stop flogging his ass until he’s kneeling up again. His cheeks have a healthy glow by the time I return my attentions to his back, and he’s trembling worse than ever.
I keep the strikes steady and hard, and the welts grow as the lashes start to cross one another. Yet with every strike, his cock jumps, his face pinched with concentration.
It’s a minute longer before the phallus slips free again, and I’m quick to start back on his ass. Whatever spell we’re making is going to be a confusing mess once it’s finished, but that doesn’t stop me from running my mouth.
“That loose ass is getting you in trouble,” I say, and Olbric shouts as I bring the flogger down hard. He struggles to get the phallus upright, though part of me wonders if he’s fumbling around on purpose. Such a fucking masochist.
“You’re just begging for a rough ride, aren’t you?”
“Wish someone would give me a rough ride,” he snaps.
Just for that, I kick the phallus across the rug.
“Oh, you ass!” he gasps before he scuttles after it. With his arms bound, he half shuffles, half crawls across the rug before he manages to grab the thing.
I bite back a laugh as I follow him, driving him like a sheep. On all fours, his ass presents an easy target. He fumbles the toy upright before sinking down onto it with a moan. But before he can kneel up, I grab the back of his neck.
He yelps in surprise as I shove his cheek against the rug, but I don’t let him adjust before I grab the toy and thrust it deep.
He shouts, but I tighten my grip on his neck to stop him from squirming away.
He gets the hint and falls still with a quiet whimper as he watches me with one wide eye through the curtain of his hair.
“What did you just call me?”
Olbric’s hazel eye sharpens to a glare. “You heard me.”
I smirk, dropping the flogger as I bring my palm across his welted skin. Olbric cries out, jerking against my grip, but he can’t get far. “I’ll make you regret that, beautiful.”
Olbric shouts as I spank him again before I grab the base of the toy. I pull it to the tip before I fuck it back into him. He jerks at the rough thrust, yelping as I follow it up with another slap.
“Are you sorry yet?”
Olbric’s face is pinched with pain, but there’s no doubt his cock has left a wet spot on the rug underneath him. “Yes! I’m sorry!”
“That’s much better,” I purr. “But you know what? You’re not done apologizing yet.”
I tug my trouser laces open as I slick my cock. Then, I nudge the tip against the toy in his hole. Olbric gasps, body tensing. I smirk as I inch forward, just barely pressing into him.
“You better relax, beautiful. Or this is going to be real uncomfortable for you,” I say.
Olbric stifles a whimper before he forces himself to relax. It’s not the first time he’s taken two at once, and he cants his ass up a little further to give me a better angle. Eager little slut.
I can’t help but deliver one more slap to his reddened ass before I slowly push into him.
When Garrett and I were sharing him, it was all warmth and silken skin on skin, but the hard, unyielding toy leaves a lot to be desired.
Yet with Olbric mewling like a bitch in heat, the discomfort is worth it.
“Fuck, but we’ve tightened that loose hole right up, haven’t we?” I say even as I slap him again. It makes him clench, and I moan as his heat constricts around me.
“Y-yes, Dom,” he gasps, and I groan as I thrust into his impossible tightness. I move slow, shivering as my cock rubs against the phallus. No doubt he’s feeling the stretch, yet as much of a pain slut as he is, I don’t want to actually injure him.
“What do you think, beautiful? Think you can cum like this?” It’s not often he can cum from penetration alone, but having his ass stuffed full helps.
Olbric lets out a desperate sound. “I-I don’t know.”
I tsk before I pull out of him and yank the phallus free.
Olbric shouts his relief only to choke on his next breath as I fuck back into him.
“Maybe someday we’ll test how much you can take.
” I grab a fistful of his hair, wrapping it around my hand to pull his head up.
I lean close as I murmur, “But right now, I plan to fuck you until you scream.”
“Please,” he gasps.
I chuckle and release my grip on his hair before I thrust deep, savoring his unobstructed heat.
He shouts as I keep my hand over the back of his neck, his cheek pressed to the rug.
His face is flushed, sweat dampening his hair.
With his back and ass glowing in the wake of my flogging, he’s a beautiful wreck.
Every moan, every gasp, spurs me on faster.
My hips slap his reddened ass with every punishing thrust, but I get the feeling that’s exactly what he wants.
“Oh fuck!” Olbric shouts, pleasure layering his voice. “Oh fuck, Dom. Please don’t stop.”
He’s breathless with need, and his body tenses around me as his pleasure builds. I grab his hips as I keep my thrusts steady, not wanting to change anything lest I throw him off. My voice emerges rough and low as I say, “Let me see it, beautiful.”
His whimpers build before his back bows, body tensing. Pleasure steals his voice away as he cums, his cock emptying onto the rug. His muscles ripple around me, and I swear as I thrust through it, prolonging it as I chase my own end.
“Fuck!” he gasps, panting for breath.
“That’s a good girl,” I purr before my own end catches up with me.
I groan as it overtakes me, hips rolling as I empty into him.
With a swear, I rest my forehead against his back, pleasure skittering through me.
We’re both too winded to talk, to even move, though I shudder as Olbric’s well-worked hole clenches around me.
I press a kiss to his shoulder as I mutter, “Gods but I love you.”
He chuckles dreamily. “I love you, too.”
I shiver as I ease out of him. Reaching around, I loosen the ropes on his arms, and he lets out a hum of contentment as he’s freed. I spoon against his back as we fall into an easy sort of silence.
“Do you feel ready for this?” he asks at last.
I tighten my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. In the days we’ve been planning, my visions, my dreams have all gone quiet. It’s the sign I’ve been needing that this is the right thing to do. And with him beside me, I feel like I can do anything.
“I’m ready.”