Chapter 25 #2
Using my tongue, teeth, and lips, I made a wet trail as I explored his body. When I reached his pants, I quickly worked them down his hips. I needed him naked and writhing beneath me. His cries as I impaled him with my cock instead of my knife would be the balm I needed to soothe my corrupt soul.
I bit his exposed hip and smiled at the way his body jerked. My palms ran up his sides until I reached his hips, and then I held them down so he couldn’t squirm or move as I made my way down first one leg and then the other, ignoring his leaking cock that begged for attention.
“Such a good little bird,” I praised as I licked a stripe up his twitching cock that was weeping almost as much as he was.
“Fuuuck, Daddy, please. I need you.” My heart soared as I made soothing noises, and my hands caressed his heated skin.
It was a novel idea, wanting someone to feel pleasure—to be the one to bring someone pleasure—rather than pain.
Truth be told, I was usually rather indifferent to their pain as well.
Killing was just an itch that needed to be scratched.
But bringing Aiden pleasure was a mission I wanted to pursue for the rest of my life.
My lips wrapped around him as I took him into my mouth, and if my hands hadn’t been on his hips, he surely would have thrust himself right into the back of my throat.
I let out a chuckle at his eagerness that made him whimper and shiver.
While working his cock, I grabbed the lube and rubbed some on my fingers before I reached down and teased his entrance.
“Shit! Fuck!” Aiden shouted, his eyes glassy and wide as he stared at me.
His wrists tugged on their bindings as he struggled.
He wasn’t one to force my movements when I was giving him a blowjob, but from the way he liked to fist my hair or clasp his hands around my neck, I thought it was grounding for him.
But now, with his hands bound, he was being denied that.
It made me smile. It was a reminder to both of us as to who was in control, even though we both knew it was always me.
This was the closest I’d ever been to having him trussed up like prey since that night.
My eyes shut at the memory, but I tried to shove it away.
I didn’t want to think about how I’d wanted to kill my little bird.
Instead, I wanted to concentrate on making him fly higher than ever before.
Without much finesse, I worked two fingers into his tight hole, and he let out a shout.
It wasn’t that I’d never been rough with him, even with prep.
I knew he could take it. And I was too worked up and scattered to spend the time I usually did to make sure he was ready, so I needed to speed things along.
My fingers scissored inside him, only briefly brushing against his prostate.
After a minute, I pulled my hand back and added another finger, and let him work his hips so he was fucking himself on my hand.
It was a marvelous sight to see, not to mention the sounds he made as he worked himself open for me.
“You’re so beautiful.” I leaned up and captured his lips, licking at his lips as he panted and groaned.
“Please, Nate. Now, I need you to fuck me now.”
Who was I to deny my little bird anything, especially when he begged so beautifully?
The way he tripped my wires with his pleasure, usually only satisfied with death, left me feeling breathless and in awe.
For a brief moment, as I stroked lube on my shaft, I wondered if I could be the type of man he deserved. I could try for him.
I’d do anything for him.
My hands splayed across the globes of his ass as I lifted his legs to thrust into his tight hole in one smooth, deep stroke. I didn’t have the patience to fuck him gently as I felt my control slip.
He cried out, his head thrown back as he chanted my name over and over as I rotated my hips and found the small bundle of nerves I had been looking for. His screams were music to my ears as I pounded his prostate with each snap of my hips. I was relentless and wild.
I was staking my claim.
My little bird was mine.
Forever.
He’d only leave me in death, and I prayed it wouldn’t be by my hand. Though I would if I had to. If it was the only way to keep him.
I’d been obsessed with him for too long. There was no escaping me this time.
“You are mine, little bird. You’ll never get away from me.” I watched in awe as his back bowed at my words, and hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from him as he came untouched. His reaction set off my own, and I emptied my load inside him.
I thrust my cock deep inside him, working us both through our orgasms until I was soft. As I slipped out, I leaned back and watched where we were connected, my cum dripping from his gaping hole.
Couldn’t have that. I dropped to the bed and thrust two fingers back inside, fucking my cum back into him. I’d marked him, in every way possible, as mine. While still finger fucking him, I leaned over and took Aiden’s soft cock in my mouth to clean him.
He was mine. That meant everything he was, belonged to me—including his cum, and I didn’t intend to waste a drop. As I worked my way up, lapping at the mess on his abs and chest, I reached into his drawer with my free hand and felt around until I found what I was looking for.
With a smirk, I went back between his legs and slipped the plug into his hole, sealing my cum inside.
Aiden let out a groan. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I aim to please,” I quipped as I leaned up and tugged on his tie to release his hands. I rubbed his wrists and placed a soft kiss on each of his palms.
“Was… was that okay?” I asked, hating how he made me feel vulnerable and unsure but wanting it all the same. He was the only one who could make me feel that way.
He reached out and cupped my face in one of his smaller, calloused hands. His smile reassured me more than any words could.
“I know you’d never hurt me, Nate.”
And just like that, I felt like I’d been doused with a bucket of cold water.