Chapter Forty Three #2
“Swallow.” I do, and he wrenches my mouth open again, kissing me deeply, pulling away, and spitting into it again. “Swallow.” I moan this time—then I swallow his spit and stare up at him. His finger is moving faster and faster, so I’m whining and panting as he watches from above me.
“Aaron—” He spits in my mouth again. I hold it on my tongue—I wait. He licks my neck, my cheek, my ear. He pulls up to glare right at me once more.
“Swallow.” I gasp—having been holding my breath to make sure I didn’t swallow the spit early. I feel a second finger enter me and my eyes roll back—my back arching off the bed.
“Please.”
“Hm? What do you want, kitten?” He asks, staring down at me so intensely. I have zero clue what he’s going to do next.
“I want to come. I want to come with you in me.” He shakes his head—clicks his tongue at me.
“Should have thought about that before you acted up all evening.” He spits into my mouth again and I gag—trying to keep it locked in.
“I keep trying to figure out what other random, obscene things you might have been doing without even thinking about it. Swallow.” I gasp—bucking my hips up as his pace quickens.
“Fuck, fuck—Aaron—fuck! I haven’t done anything—nothing! God!” I’m pleading now—I want it. Fuck—I want it and I know with this fucking ring it’s going to take twice as long.
“I don’t believe you. I don’t even think you’d know—you’re too pure in that way. You just act; you don’t consider how other people might take it.” I’m staring at him—panting and whining and moaning his name. His fingers curl.
“THERE—Aaron, there!” He’s hit my sweet spot. Surprisingly he doesn’t pull away—he strokes it over and over again. I’m crying, begging, pleading. He leans down and as I’m mid-begging to come he spits in my mouth again. “Fuck yessss.” I moan—head thrown back, his spit on my tongue making it muffled.
“Swallow.”
“I want it. I want it so bad, Aaron.” He’s just staring back at me—blank expression. “Please! Stop rubbing it if I can’t come—fuck—please.”
Aaron pushes his third finger inside and moves back down my body. As he fucks me with all three fingers hard and fast—he sucks my dick into his mouth.
Every muscle in my body tenses and I’m trying my best to breathe but I can’t.
He’s sucking me so hard and his fingers keep brushing right where I need them.
I can feel the pleasure building—how it’s being held back from reaching the top.
My dick is so fucking sensitive—this blowjob is unlike any I’ve ever received.
“Aaron!” It’s a scream. As if a murderer has walked through the door to axe-murder me, I scream for him.
He pulls off of me, takes his fingers out.
After wiping them on a hand towel next to the bed he wraps a hand around my neck—grabs the cuffs, and in one swift movement I’m standing.
He unloops them and lets my bound wrists hang over my stomach.
“Benjamin—what were you thinking when you called me stupid?” He asks against my skin—kissing my cheek—my temple. I’m shaking.
“I wasn’t.” I admit. I just wanted to get here—to this moment—to this anger. Mission accomplished, I guess.
“Hm. And do you? Do you think I’m stupid?” I recoil slightly, trying to look at him but he won’t let me.
“What? No—of course not.” Aaron chuckles against me—fingers dipping in the shallow dimples on my back—pushing in, hard.
“Then why the fuck did you say it?” He demands—other hand reaching up to grab the base of my jaw where it connects to my neck.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Do I need to teach you how to think before you speak?” It’s a trick question—I know he’ll do it either way. I still answer honestly, hips bucking forward in search of him.
“Yes.” The grip on my jaw and neck tightens and I feel his hand raise. Oh, God.
Smack!
I’m balancing in the little pocket of the universe Aaron’s made for me—feeling my heartbeat—feeling his skin, feeling the pulse in my dick. Then—I’m gasping for air—choking on sobs as Aaron stares into my eyes—holding me up with his one hand.
“Open your mouth.” Aaron demands as I stare up at him and sob. So I do, and right as he’s spitting directly into it—his hand comes down again—harder.
When I come back this time I’m already crying—his spit still sitting on my tongue. Even unconscious and dissociated I won’t disobey him.
“Swallow.” He orders. “Look at me.” My eyes that were previously zoned out onto his chest find his as I shudder—trying to hold in my cries and my whimpers, feeling his hand tighten around my jaw even further.
I fear it’ll bruise. He’s studying my face, observing me.
I watch his eyes drag over the entire expanse—a heavy-handed caress.
When he meets my eyes again, he smiles very softly.
“You’re being very good now.” Aaron kisses me as I cry. “Should I keep you restrained on a regular basis? Is that what’ll make you obedient?” I’m shaking my head as well as I can manage under his grip—fast and scared.
“No—” I choke out. “No, thank you.” Aaron hums.
“So then listen.”
“Yes—yes, I will. I’m sorry.” The way he’s looking at me—like I’m his little kitten to train—his possession to punish—it gets me. I want to beg some more—apologize and plead for him to forgive me just so he’ll keep looking down at me like that. I want to be on my knees in front of him.
“Okay, baby.” He coos—licking away at my tears—staring me down like he’s waiting for the right moment to extend his claws and rip into me. “I hear you. You’re sorry.” His hand wraps around my dick suddenly and I jolt—eyes going wide.
“Oh God. No, no, no, Aaron—oh fuck—that’s so much. That feels like so much.” I’m sobbing again—pleading with him. He tilts his head, watching me.
“Yeah? Is that so sensitive? So intense?” He sounds so sympathetic, but I know he loves every moment of my suffering.
“Yes, yes—God—please.” Aaron groans, his own hips snapping forward and knocking into his hand—my dick. “Ugh!”
“I love when you beg—when you pray.” His eyes are igniting again and he looks delirious, searching my face, looking between us at my body and moaning softly at the sight of my red, swollen dick. “I could just swallow you whole, baby. Why’d you have to go and be so bad? Hm?”
He sounds disappointed—like he really wanted to be fucking into me by now, but all of this punishing is getting in his way.
“I’m sorry, Aaron. I’m so, so sorry.” I cry—swallowing harshly, his hand around my jaw and neck moving under the force of it.
“I’ll never kneel for anyone else ever again.
” A pleased, lustful grin spreads out across his face as he backs me up—laying me back onto the bed and guiding me up to the center.
“Aw, kitten. You sound so sorry. So scared.” I’m nodding—staring up at him with wide, anticipating eyes. My fucking dick is pulsing. “I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean it. But I do have to finish what we started… Don’t look so startled—I think you might like it.”
Aaron pulls his hard cock from his pajama pants and I groan, feeling his head line up with my hole. He’s rubbing lube on himself—some more on me, looking down on me like a kid in a candy store.
“Aaron—” I beg and he nods.
“I know, I know.” He begins to sink into me and I stop breathing altogether.
Between the ring around the base of my dick—the abuse of his fingers in my ass and the pleasure of all the physical punishments—I am so close to losing my mind.
And now he’s ripping me open—filling me up—connecting us as one. So fucking hot.
Aaron leans over me—pushing in more and more—hands cupping my face.
“Breathe, baby. Remember to breathe.” After a moment he shoves his thumb in my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
I gasp—air filling my lungs as a low, animalistic moan leaves my throat.
“Good boy, so good. You’ve almost taken all of me.
You’re swallowing me up—your hole feels so fuckin’ good.
” He’s groaning as he bottoms out and I can’t stop whining—staring up at him and trying not to sob as his abs rub my dick.
“Aaron—it’s so much.” I try to make him understand how fucking intense this ring is making things for me—how much I love it and hate it in equal parts.
“Mhm.” He leans back on his heels, slowly pulling out to his head and pushing back in.
“That’s the point. That’s the punishment.
Have you ever felt so good it hurt? Ever been so pent up you couldn’t come?
Well—now you have.” He’s grinning so wickedly as I start to cry again.
And as soon as he can feel me loosen up around him, he’s fucking up into me, hands gripping my hips.
“Hnghhh—fuckkk.” I moan, my head thrown back as I try to breathe—try to continue functioning.
“Uh huh—that’s right, baby. This is what you want, this is what you were made for.
No one else.” He’s slamming into me, over and over.
I can feel it when he shifts to the right just a bit and his cock drags over my prostate.
I’m screaming—crying, pleading. “Ahh, fuck. Yes, beg me. Tell me how much you love me—how much you want my mercy.” I’m nodding frantically.
“I do. I love you so, so much. Aaron—I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” He moans, slamming into me harder. “Please—please—have mercy. You know how sorry I am. Please—I’m still learning.” Aaron tenses as he jolts, eyes narrowing down at me as his thrusts become a bit sloppy.
“Fuck—that’s so hot. Still learning, huh? Then you’ll need me to teach you—you’ll need me around for a long time.”
“Yes, yes—until I die.” Aaron wraps an arm under my ass, gripping my hip on the other side and fucking up into me like a goddamn animal.
“Baby—fuck—I’m going to come.” He damn near yells and I whine—arching off of the bed—trying to get relief myself. “You want to come with me? You want a reward for learning your lesson so well?”