Nathaniel #2
I shouldn’t have said anything because now he’s bouncing with no remorse.
He’s most likely hurting himself doing this, considering he only prepped for so long, but the sensation of his walls gripping me so tightly and the sound of his soft little groans are overwhelming me too much to think about it.
“Lan,” I pant out. “You’re not being fair.”
“Neither of us has ever played fair,” he counters.
And it’s true. We’re both a little vicious and far too into the bullying aspect of our little relationship. But while watching his face slip into that blissed-out expression he gets as he sinks into pleasure, this feels particularly cruel.
I’m already close.
Landon doesn’t want to leave me; he’s going to forgive me, and I’m so close due to knowing this. And due to his tight ass, of course.
“Fuck,” I groan, bucking up into him as I watch a trace amount of precome leave his tip, leaking from the cage and onto my stomach.
“Uh-huh.” Landon begins to bounce faster, harder. His hands are planted firmly on my chest as his thighs flex, and his breathing becomes heavier and heavier.
I yank at the chains binding me, wanting so desperately to touch any part of him.
“Kiss me,” I demand. “Kiss me, babydoll.”
Landon complies, tipping forward as he takes my mouth with his. His tongue slides against mine, immediately breaching me as he takes and takes.
The hot feeling of his body, the way he’s milking me so thoroughly, and the wet feel of his mouth are pushing me toward release at a devastating speed.
But then he goes and truly fucks me over, leaning just far enough away to say, “Let’s be boyfriends, Nate. Let’s push each other around until we die.”
I come. The intense pleasure is a revelation, a bright flash of relief.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan, thrusting up into him wildly. “Fuck yes, my sweet Lanny.”
Landon loses it. He groans so loudly that the paintings on the walls nearly shake, his entire body trembling as he sits up straight like a statue, and his eyes roll back.
Come drips from the cage, his hole clenching around me so brutally it hurts. The visual of his release, of how this is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting me, has another wave of pleasure crashing over me.
“Nate,” he whines desperately, rolling his hips over my softening cock. “It’s so good.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
We’re both panting, completely out of breath as we settle into the post-orgasm high. But then Landon grins, an evil, wicked thing.
“You came first,” he observes, feeling under himself for the leaking proof of my release. As he pulls his wet finger back, he sticks it into his mouth.
“Jesus,” I breathe out, and if I could, I’d get hard again just from that.
“Guess you deserve the real punishment now,” he purrs, pulling off my dick to approach his bag.
I watch my come drip down his thighs as he bends over, a visual assault that has me pulling at my restraints again. I want to lick it off of him.
He grabs the key to his cage and pulls it off before yanking something else out of his bag. The cock sleeve.
“Landon,” I say sternly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I can’t tell if I’m petrified or excited. Both, maybe? But Landon just smirks, sauntering over to me before he starts shoving my softened length through the sleeve.
“Punishment time,” he says simply.
“Take it off,” I demand. “I can’t even tap out.”
“Uh, that’s the point?” he sasses. “You should feel the torture I felt, Nate. You should consider yourself lucky that it’s sexual torture, and not violence.”
That shuts me right up. I know his logic is backwards and a little evil, but I understand his train of thought. And maybe that makes us both bad people.
He grabs the remote from his bag and flips it on. And as I groan, twitching to life inside of the damn thing, he adds, “I can’t even coerce you. I’ll never get to experience being truly whole again. I’m ordinary now. And yeah, I’m a bit mad about it still. Sorry.”
He ups the vibration, grinning cruelly as I squirm and shake against the mattress. It is a sad thing, his losing his power. Not only because of how it affects him now, but because I had come to really enjoy the feeling of that simmer.
The way his gift spoke to mine was like sex itself, and I mourn the fact that I’ll never feel it again. Selfish, sure. But true all the same.
Landon fucks with me for what feels like hours. He’s not pleased after the first, second, or third orgasm I give him. He even rubs one out watching me, a vicious and predatory look in his eyes as he observes the tiny spurts of come that shoot out of me.
But finally, right as I’m about to beg him to turn it off and my eyes have grown wet with tears, he releases me. And one hot shower later, we’re curled up in bed with the cock sleeve in the trash can.
I’ve decided I’m more terrified of it than I am into it.
Landon presses his back to my chest, sighing as I wrap my arms around him tightly.
“Nate, will you—”
“I got you,” I interrupt.
The room fills with bright, twinkling stars that float down to caress Landon’s skin. Everything else fades away as he settles in, breathing in deeply and relaxing completely.
“Everything is almost perfect,” he says dreamily, and I lay a kiss on the side of his head.
“What does that mean, brat? Almost perfect?”
Landon chuckles, twisting around to give me a smile. “Almost. All that’s left is for you to meet my family.”
I freeze. His family? As in, I’m going to face them as Landon’s boyfriend? Not only am I over a decade older than him, but I’m a cook. They’re rich assholes.
This will not bode well for me. I’m not sure I can commit to that.
“Aw, don’t look so scared, old man,” Landon teases. “I promise they won’t be able to tell that you cry for me during sex.”
“It was this one time,” I say defensively. “Don’t act like it’s a pattern.”
“Oh, it will be.”
And with that, Landon settles back in and drifts off to sleep with the stars bidding him farewell. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, I’ll put him right back here, right in my arms and bathed in a warm night.
Right where he should be.
Fuck, I’m actually going to meet his family, aren’t I?
I’m whipped.