36. Benjamin #2
Quick as lightning, Tennant grabs my arms and shoves them above my head, keeping them there with one hand.
“We both played our part,” he says. “You didn’t tell me the full truth, and I allowed myself to be pulled in too many directions and missed the obvious signs.
But we’re here now, aren’t we? We’re together, and I plan on being that way for a very, very long time. ”
I gasp. “Me too. I…we still need therapy, and I have more work to do with Anderson…a lot more, but we’re getting through this.”
He leans down to nip at my lips. “Yes, we are. Because you’re mine, and nothing short of death will take you from me.”
I don’t get a chance to respond before he’s kissing me, his tongue licking into my mouth and making me moan. I lift my hips again, rubbing my hardening cock against his, hating the fabric that separates us.
Tennant bites at my lips and tongue, blood filling my mouth. The coppery taste should be off putting, but as he takes it into his mouth, before forcing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue, I feel nothing but elated.
This… This makes it all worth it.
The lonely nights, the doubt, the embarrassment…it’s all worth it, because when Tennant gives me his focus…I know I’m his all. Even when we’re discussing other people, I never feel alone, never feel lost in the shuffle. Am I still jealous? Sometimes. But that is my problem, and I realize that now.
Tennant releases my arms to grab my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat to him.
I cry out, and my dick hardens further when he bites me.
The sharp, stinging pain blossoms into pleasure almost immediately, and I moan when he bites me over and over.
He doesn’t latch on, nor does he break the skin, but my throat is going to be littered with marks for at least the rest of the day.
When he gets to the scar he left on my collarbone, he sinks his teeth in, and the pain is blinding for a moment as he tears through scar tissue.
My hips shoot up, but he shoves me down ruthlessly, never once lifting his mouth from my skin.
Not until I’m crying out from the pleasure-pain.
Only then does he pull back, blood on his lips, and I feel the wet stickiness on my skin.
I’m sure I’m red from my face all the way down to my chest. The clothes I’ve been wearing the last few days…they’re lower cut than the dress shirts I wore when he first claimed me as his. There will be no hiding that he has marked me as his—again. Not that I want to, of course.
Tennant touches where his initial is carved just above my hip, and I bite my lip before blinking up at him. “Please,” I beg. “I need you, Nocciola.”
He grins. “I don’t think you’re desperate enough.” With that, he leans over to the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube.
I watch as he unceremoniously flicks the cap open and drizzles the slick onto his fingers. He circles my asshole a few times before sliding one long, thick finger in.
I moan and throw my head back at the feel of him. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve had this.
Slowly, he fingers me, thrusting in and out before stilling and pressing two fingers to my hole.
“Ten…” I whine. “I don’t need prep. Just fuck me.”
He chuckles. “You’re so cute when you think you’re in charge.”
I’m mad with need by the time he’s three fingers deep in me, riding his hand like a whore and unable to stop the moans spilling from my throat.
Still, no matter how many times I beg, how many times I meet him thrust for thrust, he doesn’t budge.
He grips my tender ass with one hand, while he teases my prostate with the other.
My orgasm creeps closer and closer, and I cry out, bringing my hands down from above my head to clutch at him as I feel it reach the point of no return— and then it all stops.
My hole feels gaping and empty as he pulls his fingers out to grip the base of my cock hard, stopping my orgasm in its tracks.
Opening my eyes, I blink rapidly to bring him into focus. “What—”
“I didn’t say you could move, Topolino. If I put your hands somewhere, I expect them to stay there… And I didn’t say you could come yet.”
I glare at him. “That’s unfair! You didn’t explain the rules!”
He stares blankly at me. “I shouldn’t have to. I’ve never denied you touch…but I would expect you to listen, even to my silent cues.”
I grimace, as I know he’s right. He’s manhandled me enough that I know to follow his lead…
He sighs. “From now on, if I put you in a position, I expect you to ask permission to move, understand?”
I nod. “Yes…” Daddy hangs unsaid between us, and Tennant’s mouth quirks up at the corners, but he doesn’t call me out.
I try to figure out the fluttering in my chest. I’ll never be like Lio. The Daddy/Boy dynamic will never be part of my everyday life, so the word won’t always come out…I don’t think. Fuck, I have a lot to figure out.
“You’re not coming until I say today.”
I want to protest, but instead, all that comes out is, “Yes, Daddy.”
Tennant smiles and swoops in to kiss me. He briefly gets up to shed his clothes, and once he's back in bed, he sits on his heels, slicks his hard and leaking cock, and drags me into his lap.
My arms drape over his shoulders as he lowers me down onto his dick. Throwing my head back, I cry out as he slowly pushes into me. I bear down, trying to force him deeper, but he spanks me, the crack of his hand mixing with the moan I let out from deep in my chest.
“This is my show, Topolino,” he mutters into my ear, as he seats me all the way onto him.
It’s all I can do to breathe and hold on as he lifts me up and down on his cock, dragging moans and cries from me with every upwards thrust.
“Ten…please…” I beg.
“Please, what?”
I swallow around a partially brutal and deep thrust. “Let me touch you… Let me feel you… Let me come!”
“You want me to use you like a whore?” he whispers, holding me still on his lap.
“Yes…”
“Do you think you deserve to make such demands of me?”
I…have no idea how to answer that. It doesn’t help when he grinds me on his cock, lighting me up and forcing a breathy moan from me.
“I asked you a question, Topolino.”
I give him the only answer I can. “Use me, Tennant. Fuck me, love me, just…fucking let me feel it. I want it to hurt inside.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “Your wish…”
He pulls me off him, but before I can mourn the loss, he flips me onto my stomach, grabs me by the ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed.
My scream gets lost in the blankets as he shoves himself back into me, his thrusts punishing now.
Tennant holds me down as he mercilessly fucks me, and I cry, my voice turning hoarse from the way I can’t stop moaning.
I'm borderline screaming at the way my hole is being used for his pleasure.
His hips are hitting my already-abused ass, keeping my first ever Daddy-spanking in the forefront of my mind.
I lift my head enough to be heard, as I beg, “Please, please, please, let me come. Please, Daddy!”
He reaches down and I whimper with relief as his talented fingers wrap around my balls. Only to scream as tears stream down my face immediately when he squeezes them so hard that I feel nauseous for a moment.
“You’re not coming,” he says in my ear. “You’re still not desperate enough.”
He fucks into me even harder—I didn’t think that was possible—before biting so hard on the back of my neck that I know it’s going to scar.
When he comes, I fall face first into the bedcovers, wondering if I’ll suffocate as he pins me to the bed, his body weight cutting off my air as he fills me up.
I don’t even care if I die… Not as I run out of oxygen and my thoughts turn hazy, and Tennant runs gentle hands down my back, reassuring me that, even in these final moments, he’s there with me.
Idon’t know how long I sleep for, but when I wake up, I’m draped across Ten’s chest, and my body is sore.
“Are you alive?” he asks with humor in his voice.
“I…I think so,” I whisper, my throat sore as hell.
“Don’t talk if it’s painful,” he says.
Tennant shifts and sits us both up. I wince as every muscle in my body protests the movement. He hands me a room-temperature bottle of water, and I drink half of it in one go, wincing as it slides down my swollen throat, but needing the liquid at the same time.
“You fucked me into oblivion,” I whisper.
He snorts and smacks me on my hip—hard. “You can sign. Don’t stress your throat.”
I roll my eyes, but trade him the water for my glasses, pleased with the way his features come into sharp focus without me having to squint. “You fucked me into oblivion,” I say again, though I do sign it this time. “I’ve never felt anything like that…not even when you almost killed me.”
“You liked it then?” he asks, even as a cocky as hell smile crosses his lips. “You enjoy being my whore?”
My face heats, but I nod. “Yes. I didn’t like not coming, though. What the hell was that about?”
He laughs. “You’re mine, and it’s time I remind you of that. From now on, you’ll only come when I say you can.”
My mouth drops open and a squeal escapes me, but when I don’t protest, his grin widens.
“Yes, you like being my whore, my plaything, and feeling secure in the knowledge that I not only control your pleasure and pain now…” He reaches up and places his hand around my throat. “But your very life.”
My cock starts to harden and my breathing picks up. Even if I wanted to, I can’t deny his words. Not when the thought of him owning me gets me excited.
“We’re going to be okay.”
I swallow and blink back the tears in my eyes. “I love you,” I sign.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can have some food and rest more.”
“You…don’t need to be anywhere?”
He shakes his head. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
Those words are more special than his unsaid I love you could ever be, because, yeah…no matter how rocky our journey can get sometimes, we’re both right where we belong.