CHAPTER 26 #2
Out of nowhere Carey pushes me onto my bed and it creaks as I bounce on it.
Then he’s at my side, towering over me. With one hand in my hair, he pulls me to the side of the mattress and tugs his pajamas down with the other.
Like I'm his goddamn slave, I open my mouth, and a second later feel the weight of him against my tongue.
Carey holds my head still while he fucks my face. It’s rough, and hard, and I gag every time he hits the back of my mouth.
I still can’t take him all the way into my throat, but I’ll learn because looking up and seeing his lust filled glare bearing down, feeds me.
It makes me heavy in the best kind of way. Like I’m only ever allowed to feel good because he lets me.
Because he said so.
Because he showed me how.
I want to learn it all.
I want to feel everything.
I want him to set my mind free with his power—with his care and control, because I trust him.
Because I know he’ll take care of me…
Drool starts to leak from my mouth and Carey rips my head back.
I’m a filthy, panting, mess, and I look up at him with misty eyes.
“Spit,” he says, holding his dick below my chin. I splatter his cock and he replaces it with his hand before demanding, “More.” There’s no Thank you, no Good Boy, and the thankless expectation has my already steel hard dick pulsing at the degradation of it all.
Letting go of my hair, Carey steps out of his pants, then grabs my underwear and pulls them so roughly down my legs a seam rips.
He kneels over me and the bed creaks again, then, almost immediately, there are footsteps in the hall.
The door is still unlatched.
I go to move but Carey slaps his spit-filled palm over my mouth and holds my face still.
My vision hazes further and my eyes roll back in my head at how fucking good it feels to submit to him.
I hear him spit, then he grabs my dick.
Pumping slowly, he leans his body over mine.
His mouth is on my throat, his teeth grazing just enough to leave marks I’ll have to explain away in the morning, all while the footsteps continue just outside my door.
They fade, my parent’s door closes, and Carey’s hand slips from over my mouth.
“More,” he says again, and I turn my head to refill his palm.
I reach up to wipe my face, but he slaps my hand away. “I didn’t say you could move.”
At first there’s a tightness in my chest. It feels like what I know anger to be, but it quickly fades into a buzzing that vibrates up my spine to my neck until it feels like I’m floating, or drowning, or both at the same time.
I want to live here.
I’m already hooked.
Carey kneels up over me, moonlight against his chest and the closet light behind, illuminating him like he’s my saviour.
He lines up our cocks, and sends a thick wad of his own spit into the mix.
The overspray that sprinkles my stomach, makes me whine like the most shameful, needy, sub. And the way Carey, “Tsks,” at my reaction only makes it worse. Or better.
Definitely better.
“You’re so easy to tame, old man…”
I grit my teeth, but it’s all show because my dick pulses in his hand.
“...It’s been a week and you’re already addicted to me, aren’t you..?”
I nod, and grip the quilt at my sides with both fists.
“...You love how I can make you feel small. How I can make everything in your head fade away until all that’s left is how good I make you feel...”
I nod again.
“...You like being used by me, don’t you..?”
I nod a third time—
“...Say it! I need to hear how much you fucking love it.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
I’m vibrating; buzzing from the inside.
I’ve never been this high. This willingly powerless.
The words are there but my brain has already disconnected.
Carey’s hand clamps around my jaw. His fingers dig into my cheeks and force my mouth open.
“You’ll answer me, or you’ll go the rest of the night untouched.
I’ll finish myself all over you and leave you to clean it up, then, like the obedient little bitch you are, you’ll go to sleep with your dick still hard, because I.
said. so. And you’ll do it too, cause you’re fucking obsessed with me. ”
The threat really shouldn’t thrill me, but it does. It fucks with every chemical inside my head until the only thing I want is to fall further under his spell.
I manage to say, “If you’re gonna do it, make sure you leave a mess.” But my voice is nothing but breath.
He grins, tongue pushing hard into his cheek. “What a greedy little slut you are.”
The word sizzles in my head.
Carey is still holding our dicks in one hand, but he isn’t jerking us off. He’s clamped on the both of us, applying just enough pressure so my body can’t help but involuntarily rut up. Then he grips my hip with his other hand and wrenches me back down. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”
I nod through the haze.
“Apologize.”
My brain is barely inside my skull at this point, I don’t know how he keeps expecting me to talk.
His hand slaps back onto my jaw. “Do it.”
I try, but I only moan as he cradles my cock in his hand and starts drawing his back and forth over the top of it.
My head writhes into the pillow.
Carey spits on my chest, dragging his fingers down from my face to smear it through the hair between my pecs. He rubs my nipples, pinching and twisting until I gasp, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry.”
He smiles, and it’s so beautiful it makes my eyes sting.
He shuffles back and climbs between my legs, forcing them apart as his dick bounces with every movement.
Gripping behind my thighs, he brings them to my chest and spits on my hole, my legs jerking in his clutches.
He releases one and swipes a finger through the saliva running down between my cheeks, bringing it back up to circle around my rim.
When my eyes squeeze shut he demands; "Look at me," and it takes all the strength I have left to obey him, but I do it.
“You need to say Thank You. You need to tell me how grateful you are that I take such good care of you.”
“Th-thank you,” I stutter out, and it sounds like I’m begging. Which I guess I am.
“For what?” He drags his spit-slick finger across my hole, circling it lazily.
“For taking care of me.”
“Good boy,” he murmurs, and then the pressure changes.
I seize up on instinct.
“Breathe,” he says; low and calm. “Let me in, Oppa.”
My hands claw at the covers.
There’s a burn as the pressure blooms.
He’s not even in, not really. He’s just testing, as my heart jackhammers.
“I’ve never—” My voice cracks, and I can’t finish the sentence.
I don’t need to.
He already knows.
“You mean I’m the first one to have this ass?” He’s mocking me, but it’s like a lungful of calming air.
I take in an actual breath, and when I exhale it feels like I’m melting into the mattress.
Carey slaps my bare ass then gropes around the sting.
He lowers his head and breathes hot against me.
I’m still shuddering when I feel the wetness of his tongue swipe over my rim.
My back arches off the bed as an inhuman sound rumbles from deep in my chest.
He demands I stay quiet, then does it again. Slower and more deliberate.
I bite on the inside of my cheeks to muffle my moans.
He sucks on his finger then drags his tongue between my balls. With one in his mouth, the pressure is back, and his slicked finger lightly pulses then pushes inside me. I expect pain, and am almost disappointed when there isn’t any.
I gasp, and his free hand is instantly on my chest pushing me back down and keeping me still.
It grounds me. Makes me feel tiny, like I’m inconsequential without him.
As I feel myself loosen, I hear Carey groan.
Then his finger sinks deeper.
“Eyes on me,” he demands, and I do my best to stay focused.
He pumps a few times then I feel him spit around his finger.
Withdrawing, he circles my rim then enters me again.
There’s more intensity now.
I swear I can feel every ridge of his knuckles.
My toes curl.
My brain splits even further in two.
“H… How many?” I pant.
“Are you talking?” His tone slices at me and I frantically shake my head. Then he calls me a, “Pathetic whore,” and digs deeper.
I grip the quilt harder as I ride the stretch.
I will be his good boy.
I will deserve his praise.
After another deep breath I settle again.
Carey’s glare is heavy as he waits for what feels like an eternity before speaking. “Are you gonna behave and do as you're told?”
I open my mouth, but quickly shut it and silently nod.
With his fingers still inside me, he sighs. “Say yes Sir, old man.”
My chin quivers, and it really is woeful how quickly I follow my orders. “Yes, Sir.”
He smirks, “Good boy,” and I’m floating again.
He pulls out just enough to make my rim pucker, then slides back in.
I scarcely feel the stretch anymore. It swells, then gives, and every time he crooks his fingers my whole body shakes.
Carey’s breath peppers my inner thigh. “See what happens when you shut up and listen?”
I answer, “Yes, Sir,” and I’m rewarded with his mouth, this time around my cock. His hand is solid at the base as he draws his lips up and down my shaft. His fingers still pumping. Searching. Then the pad of his fingers stroke against something inside me and my vision blanks.
My hips jolt without permission and he clamps around my dick.
His teeth sink in, but it hurts so good.
Over my veins and skin he drags his bite until he reaches the crown.
I wince.
My body is screaming for me to let go of the covers and hold onto his head so I can fuck up into his mouth again, and again. But my obedience has me locked in place, ready and willing to receive my punishment.
Never easing up, Carey scrapes his teeth over the head of my cock at the exact same moment he flicks inside me again.
That same magic spot.
I hold my breath to stop from yelping; in pain, pleasure, and complete insanity.
There’s another stretch, and I know he’s added a third finger.
The glide is smooth now.
His precision is perfect.
I’m a fucking mess.
It’s obscene how quickly need replaced panic. And how my ass is already trying to chase him when he pulls back a little too far, threatening to leave me empty.