8. Orion
Orion
A sharp slap across my face shocked me back to consciousness, and after the sting of Vince’s palm wore off, the next thing I felt was the thick stretch of his slippery cock spreading me open.
While I was out, he’d apparently divested me of my pants, poured what felt like half a gallon of lube between my legs, and for some reason he’d waited until I was awake to thrust his long erection into me for the first time.
He bottomed out with a shudder, using his hips to knock my legs wider to make more room for himself between my thighs.
Seated fully, he slapped me again, his lip curling into a scowl as his palm made contact with my cheek.
It was hard to not compare him to his father, but I tried, keeping my watery eyes focused on his face above mine as he fucked into my hole with a punishing force and pace.
The sound of skin against skin as he slammed into me over and over and over was like a lullaby, paired with the tight press of his hand once again around my neck.
I was happy for sleep to take me under a second time.
Darkness.
Nothingness.
And then again, the biting sting of Vince’s palm against my cheek.
“Wake the fuck up,” he growled, pinching my face together until my lips puckered. He spit into my mouth and I lapped him up with my tongue. “I want you present when I ruin you.”
His other hand was still around my throat, his weight balanced precariously against my neck and my face.
The pain was insurmountable—almost—and I fought with every ounce of strength in my body to remain conscious for him.
His father had asked me for much worse and I’d obliged.
The least I could do was find it within myself to stay conscious.
But his palm fit my throat so well, his fingers curled so perfectly around the sides of my neck.
“Sir.”
“Fight it,” he demanded, flexing his fingers against my throat until it was impossible for me to keep my eyes open.
It wasn’t even a fight for breath. There wasn’t anything I could do except let him slowly regulate the way the blood moved through my body.
I opened my mouth to beg, to argue, to do anything that would help me obey his command.
Before I could struggle, he let go of my throat, shifted back onto his heels, and grabbed me by the waist. He hoisted me off the bed and fucked into me harder than his father had ever dared.
Vince fucked me and fucked me and fucked me until he went entirely still, back arched and head thrown back as he came inside of me…
just like I’d tried to ask for in the first place.
He was hung, long and thick and always ready for me, but when he came, his cock pulsed with so much force I could feel it against my tender and already swollen rim.
Vince pulled out an inch, staring down at the way his cock emptied into me, and he pushed down on his shaft with two fingers and fucked slowly back into me, spreading me this time with his cock and his fingers.
I meant to cry out, but the only sound that tumbled out of my mouth was a moan. And then Vince pushed a third slick finger in alongside his cock, and gooseflesh broke out across my entire body.
“If you don’t come in ten seconds, you’ll miss it,” he warned.
I didn’t know how I could miss an orgasm, but I made a tight fist around my cock and started to stroke. I was on the edge from before he’d even taken off my pants, but there were too many sensations, too many ideas and thoughts racing through my brain for me to get there as quickly as he wanted.
“Five seconds, Orion.” He made a tutting sound against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “Four. Three. Two. One. ”
Vince smacked my hand away and went for my throat again. He was efficient, and that was the last thought I had before everything went black again.
I came to with my own cum already drying against my belly, the first orgasm from Vince Angelini something I’d never remember because I hadn’t been able to get myself there at his demand.
I looked down at the mess on my stomach and wailed, covering my face with both hands to choke back the sob I was nowhere near strong enough to stop.
“It’s okay.” Vince pulled his cock and his fingers out of me. He stroked my hair away from my face and lay down beside me on the bed. “It’s okay, Orion. You tried so hard. I know you did.”
I wanted to argue that I hadn’t tried hard enough at all.
“Hush now.” He brushed my hair back again with more force, tangling his fingers into the strands at the back of my head and hauling me onto his lap. My muscles ached and I was starting to get a headache, but it felt so right to be on Vince’s lap like that, in his arms.
He whispered words into my ear that I was too far gone to make sense of, and he reached around the front of us and held out his phone for me to take.
My hands trembled when I saw the first frame on the screen, my unconscious body sprawled out beneath him.
I pressed play and watched Vince keep his hand tight around my throat after I’d blacked out, watched him jerk my cock off like he hated me for having it.
I watched myself come with no sound, no movement, no sign of life.
It was only after my cock went still against my stomach that Vince let go of my throat and I gasped back to life.
The video ended as soon as my eyes opened.
I shifted the phone from both hands to one, pressed play, then reached down and traced my fingers through the cum on my stomach.
My cock twitched back to life, and I took myself in hand, stroking until I was fully hard again.
Vince tugged the phone out of my hand and restarted it after it ended the third time.
Behind me, his cock hardened against the small of my back, and he pressed play again, again, again, until I came.
This time fully conscious and aware of his body against mine, his dick leaking a stripe against my skin.
He dropped the phone onto the bed and slid his hand around my front, mixing my second orgasm with the first, then he shoved me face first onto the sheets and with long, skilled fingers, pushed my own cum into my still wet asshole.
“You’re something else, Orion,” he murmured, teasing himself against my well-fucked hole. “Has anyone ever told you that before?”
No.
No one ever had.
I flattened my face against the messy sheets and closed my eyes.
He grabbed me so hard around the waist, I knew it would bruise.
I welcomed his marks, his possession. I was so far past the point of even understanding pain.
The only thing I knew was want and desire and need.
With a slow glide, Vince sank his cock back into me, and I didn’t feel a thing besides overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.
I took him into my body like he belonged there.
I swallowed him whole.