44. Chapter Forty-Four
Cole comes into the room a short time later. I hear his footsteps, but he doesn’t come to me. He moves around the room, doing whatever it is he’s doing.
I’m lying face down on the bed like he told me to, leaning on my forearms with my forehead pressed to the mattress. My dick has been hard since I got up here. The anticipation is killing me, especially now that I know he’s here, but don’t know what he’s doing. Is he watching me? Is he naked? Going to touch me? Let me suffer?
“You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to listen to me good because I am losing my patience with you,” he says.
My skin tingles at his voice. How low and calm it is. I still can’t tell where he is in the room until—
He spanks my ass, causing me to hiss and arch into the bed. It stings where he slapped me, but it’s making my dick throb. There’s no way my ass isn’t beet red. Swollen with welt marks, probably.
I love it.
“Connie means nothing to me.”
I fist the sheets, hating the way her name makes me want to vomit.
“Professionally, she’s a client. Personally, she’s a mistake.”
He smooths his hand over my skin, soothing the burn, but it doesn’t help fully.
“Do you understand?”
I grit my teeth and don’t answer. I can’t because I don’t believe him. He spanks me again. It hurts, bringing tears to my eyes. Not enough to make him stop though. We never talked about safe words or anything like that, but I know if I asked him to stop, he would.
I don’t want him to. I like this. It’s freeing, relieving in a strange sort of way.
“Do you understand?” he repeats, this time more slowly.
Still, I don’t answer.
He yanks me up to my knees with his arm around my waist, pressing his bare chest to my back. He grabs my dick, stroking me slowly. I rest my head against his shoulder as he gives me the pleasure I really need. It’s teasing. He does it until I’m thrusting into his hand, silently begging for him to make me come.
Then he stops.
“I said, do you understand?” he growls into my ear, nice and low.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.
He chuckles a low, dark sound, gripping my dick again and bringing me to the point of coming, but stopping.
“Damnit, Cole!” I whimper. He holds me tighter to him, his breathing ragged.
“I need you to understand me, Bryson. Understand that she. Means. Nothing.” He kisses my shoulder, hand grasping my dick again. All he does is hold it. Torturing me. “I would never lie to you. I could have, but I didn’t. This would have been easier had I denied it all. But I won’t do that to you. I will never lie to you.”
His hand slides down to grip my balls and he massages them. I shiver, biting onto my lip.
“Please let me come,” I whisper.
I think I’m going to die.
“Tell me you understand.”
He strokes me slowly, teasingly from root to tip. He drags his finger along the slit of my cock, dragging the pre-cum to the underneath of my crown and rubs it in.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
Fuck, that feels good.
“You like that?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Tell me you understand that I’m telling you the truth, and I’ll keep doing it.”
Fuck, why! Why does he have to be like this?
I’m honestly not sure why I won’t just say it. I believe him. I hate it, but it’s true. I believe that she means nothing to him, but that doesn’t matter. She means nothing to him now, but she’s still there. He still fucked her. She’s still a woman that he doesn’t have to hide with. She still wants him! Still has a chance to have a normal relationship with him—something I don’t and never will have.
If I just tell him I understand, if I just say that one word, he’ll let me come.
But I like this torture from him. I like that he knows my body so well he can keep me on edge like this. I can’t even do this to myself, and trust me, I’ve tried. Most of all, I enjoy this torture. The punishment. Leaving my fate up to him. Being out of control and trusting him to handle it for me.
“Bryson…”
“Yes!”
He hums a sound of approval, kissing my neck.
He grips the head of my dick a little firmer, still rubbing that spot underneath that is driving me absolutely insane.
“I need more,” I beg. “Please.”
Cole keeps doing what he’s doing, not caring what I’m begging for.
“The next time you throw a fit about her or anything else, you will be punished in a way you don’t like.”
He stops rubbing me to prove a point. I groan out a frustrated sound, and look down at my dick to see it leaking pre-cum. A long, sticking thread that’s pooling on the bed. I wish I knew how he makes it so easy to come so damn much.
“Understand?” His hand slides up my chest, settling at the base of my throat.
I growl out a “yes.”
He kisses my neck. “Good boy,” he whispers. “In the future, if you have a problem, you use your words and talk to me like the adult you are. Got it?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Lie down on your back.”
I’ve never moved so quickly in my life. I drop onto my back, and Cole settles between my legs, wrapping his lips around my cock. He sucks on the tip. Just sucks like he’s sucking a lollipop. It drives me insane and has me coming in seconds.
He swallows every bit of my cum. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But he taps my thigh and says, “Roll over and get that ass in the air for me, baby.”
It’s been so long since he’s been in my ass. I want to feel him inside me, want him to use my body however he wants. He seems to know me better than I know myself. I trust him so much it’s scary. I’ll do anything he asks.
I fucking licked my cum off a wall for him.
I’m probably going to regret that tomorrow.
A cap pops open, and he’s pouring lube between my cheeks and rubbing it in.
“Do you need me to be easy with you? I don’t want to be, but I will if you need it.”
“No,” I say instantly. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
He chuckles, placing a hand to my lower back as he lines his dick up. He presses forward and I do my best to relax. If I don’t, this is going to hurt because it’s been a while. He had his finger in there not too long ago, but a finger is nothing compared to his impressive cock.
“You sure, baby? It’s not too late to change your mind?” As he asks, he’s still urging forward.
“Positive,” I breathe out, pushing against him so he’ll go further in. The head of his cock enters me with a popping sensation.
“That’s my good boy,” he purrs.
Both of his hands are on my hips, holding me in place, and he goes deeper. Inch by inch, he slides inside me. The burn, the stretch, the ache… it’s delicious. It’s so good. Everything I needed.
I grip the sheets and focus on breathing, and the way his cock makes me feel so damn full.
But damnit, why is he taking so long?
“Just fucking do it, Cole,” I growl, snapping my hips back.
He growls as he slides all the way in. Tears sting my eyes, but the feel of him inside me is so satisfying. And when he fucks me, I see stars. Cole doesn’t hold back. Doesn’t take it easy. He fucks me with wild abandon, hard and harsh. His hips slap my ass, his cock stroking my prostate in the best possible way. My dick is leaking, and I so badly want to touch myself, but I don’t want this to end. Ever. I want this always.
The pain is welcome. My body is on fire. Electricity zapping through me. Cole’s touches, even though firm, are affectionate. Purposeful. Careful. His pleasure is my drug. Making him feel good? It’s my obsession. But the best thing isn’t the way I make him feel, it’s how he makes me feel. It’s the way that with just his words, my mind is clear. When he demands something of me, I do it without thought. Being like this with Cole makes me free. I’m free of the prison of myself. Of my brain that is constantly telling me I’m not good enough for anyone or anything. That I won’t amount to anything and will never succeed.
Because I’m succeeding now. I’m pleasing Cole. I’m making him feel good.
I’m being his good boy.
And right now, that’s all I want to be.