23. Travis
TRAVIS
D ax spanked me again and again without a break.
I fought him at first, but then, slowly, it started to feel better, almost good.
I arched my back, pushing my ass out for more.
It no longer felt like punishment. It felt like the sweetest release ever.
By the time he stopped, I was sobbing, begging him to keep going, to give me what I needed.
He rubbed my sore ass and ran his hand up and down my spine. His touch was soothing, and he kept it up until my tears stopped and I was able to take longer, steadier breaths.
“You needed that.”
“I… I did. I haven’t cried since the day I got away from Rob.”
“You trust me to give you what you need?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“You—you’re not?”
“No, baby. I have so much more torment to give you and so much more pleasure.”
I’d thought I was wrung out, but his words made my cock swell again. “Do it. Use me.”
“I will, but right now, I’m going to explore you, tease you, taste you, see what you can endure.”
“That’s… terrifying.” I shivered as Dax kissed his way up my spine. He kissed the back of my neck. Then he bit down, and I cried out. He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat, choking off the sound.
He kept me there, breathless, for just a few seconds, then he let go. “Fuck, I’m crazy to be here with you, aren’t I?”
He growled. “No, this is where you belong. Turn over.”
When I did, Dax looked down at me like I was a treasure, like he couldn’t decide where to touch me next, like he worshipped me. I brought my hand to my throat and rubbed where his fingers had pressed in. He could be so gentle and so rough at the same time, and I fucking loved it.
Dax pushed my legs apart and settled between them. He licked and sucked and bit my nipples until I was nearly crying again. I never knew they could be so fucking sensitive.
After kissing his way down my body, he nearly ended me by running his tongue along the underside of my cock, then lapping up the precum that was dripping from my slit.
“Look at me, Travis.” When I did, he licked his lips and moaned. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Can’t you undress? I want to see you too.” And maybe if he was naked, it would be easier to convince him to just fuck me.
“Not yet. I’m not done punishing you.”
How was I going to survive until he finally let me come? “Can’t you just spank me some more?”
“No. Would that really be easier?”
“Yes. No. I’m really not sure.”
My ass ached, and even his smooth sheets felt rough against it. I was going to be so sore when this was over. I would do anything for him right then, anything to please him, to let him know he’d punished me enough and he could let me come.
He blew over my damp cock, making me shiver. I wondered if I could come just from that if he kept it up.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. He slid from the bed and walked around to the nightstand.
My legs trembled with the effort of keeping my hips still.
I pressed my ass into the mattress, letting the pressure on my sore skin distract me from my throbbing cock.
I dug my fingers into the pillow to keep me from wrapping a hand around my shaft.
It wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to bring me off.
What would Dax do to me then? How much longer would he deny me what I really wanted—his cock buried inside me.
I somehow managed to be still except for the slightest twitching of my hips. Fucking the air did nothing for me, and I was close to tears. I’d do anything to get some friction on my dick.
Dax moved back between my legs with a bottle of lube in his hand. He squeezed some onto me, letting it run down my crack. The cold gel made me jump. My skin was so hot where he’d spanked me. It still burned, and I wondered how long the imprint of his hand would be there. I wanted to see it.
I started to ask him if he could show me, but he pushed a finger into me. I groaned as my ass spasmed around it. I was so ready, so needy. He worked the digit in and out then added another, stretching them wide and twisting them to open me up.
“Please, Dax.” I needed him to go faster, but I knew telling him that might make him slow down. This was my punishment. I should never have left him lying there in bed this morning, but if I had been good, I might never have experienced this, never felt him so focused on nothing but me.
He pushed his fingers deeper. My legs trembled, and I curled my toes into the mattress. When he pressed against my sweet spot, I cried out and writhed.
He just laughed. “You like that?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed harder and did it again.
“If you keep that up. I’m going to… to come.”
“No, you won’t. I haven’t given you permission yet.”
“How the hell am I supposed to stop it when you’re doing that?”
“Figure it out.”
“Jesus. You really are a bastard.”
“I told you.”
“I want to see.”
“See what?”
“I want to see how red my ass is from your spanking, and I want to see your fingers stretching me open.”
“Goddamn, you really are a fantasy come true.”
“Show me, Dax.”
He pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, then he pulled his phone from his pocket.
I hated that he was still dressed, but at least I could see the outline of his cock, hard, thick, and ready for me.
I didn’t have to worry that this wasn’t affecting him.
He might not be as desperate as I was, but he needed me.
He needed to come. Eventually, he was going to have to give me what I wanted.
He positioned his phone, and I heard the click of the camera. He took a few more shots, then he held the phone up so I could see.
I sucked in a breath when I saw the images. They were obscene. I could see the outline of his handprint on one of my cheeks. It was bright red, and the sight of his fingers buried in me, stretching me wide, was captivating.
“You like that? Like seeing yourself stuffed full of me with my handprints on your skin?”
“Yes. So much.”
“Good. This won’t be the last time.”
I shook my head. “No, please.”
He tossed the phone aside and began finger-fucking me again, pushing in so deep. By the time he stopped, I was pumping my hips wildly, ready to cry my cock hurt so bad.
He stood at the end of the bed and slowly removed his clothes, taking care to fold them and place them on a chair. I felt like I was going to come out of my skin. Every time I twitched, he ordered me to be still.
Then, when he was fully naked, he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it.
I watched, mesmerized.
“Sit up,” he demanded. “On your knees.”
I tried. The world swam around me, and I had to brace myself on my hands.
He cupped my face and forced my gaze up so he could kiss me. His cock brushed against mine, and I jumped.
“Are you my good boy?” he asked. “Are you going to do exactly what I say?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Come here.” He used a hand and pulled my hair.
I opened my mouth, and he stuffed his cock in, choking me.
I struggled instinctively, but he held me there, forcing me to keep his full length down my throat.
I couldn’t breathe. I beat my hands against the mattress and writhed.
Finally, he let me go. I sucked in air, and then he pulled me down again.
“I want my cock good and wet. Get it sloppy and dripping with your spit.”
I tried to nod with his thick shaft in my mouth. He brushed my hair back from my forehead. “Look at me.”
I tried to hold his gaze while I bobbed my head, working the length of his shaft.
“You’re doing so good. You’re going to learn to obey. You’re going to learn that you’re mine, that I’m here to protect you, and I’m taking care of you. It’s always best to do what I say.” I nodded frantically, wanting so badly to please him.
He worked himself into me faster, harder, and then finally he pushed me off. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
I stared at him, wide-eyed. Was he going to order me to come without fucking me? Would that be my ultimate punishment, that I didn’t get his cock?
He must’ve understood my concern. “I know what you need. You have to trust me.”
“It’s so hard to trust anyone.”
“I know, baby, but we’re made for each other.”
I wanted to believe that. I felt it deep inside, but I’d learned not to expect good things. I no longer believed I’d ever get what I desired.
“Lie back,” he ordered. “Wrap your hand around your cock and work it.”