Chapter 33 #2
Continuing my merciless strides, I met his stare, offering a cheeky grin.
His brows pinched slightly, but he didn’t have a fucking clue until my thumb and pointer clasped around his nostrils, ridding him of the excess air he’d worked to gain.
“You’ve been fucking flaring these at me all evening.
So, I’m going to continue fucking your pretty throat until your lips turn blue and you drip your seed over the bed. ”
He attempted to draw back in response, trying to escape my hold, but it only encouraged me to force myself even deeper. Rasped gargles followed as I continued my assault on the back of his throat, watching as the blush covering his cheeks worked to consume the rest of his face.
“Mhm. Like that. Keep your eyes on me.”
A single tear slipped from his waterline as he trained his caramel stare on me. The shade of red suffusing his skin deepened, his lids fluttering slightly as his tugs against the bindings weakened.
“God, you’re beautiful when you’re swallowing me.”
Another thrust of my hips had me nearly seeing stars, but not yet.
This was only the fucking appetizer, and I needed Thorne to be a whimpering, fucking mess by the end.
With one final stride, I released my grip on his nose and yanked my length from his mouth.
Drool slipped down his chin, still connected to my cock as I slapped it gently against his parted lips.
“Fuck. Look at your mouth dripping. What’s worse? That, or your fucking ass? Hmm?”
Gasping for air, a slew of coughs racked his frame, replacing any form of utterance. He wheezed sharply, chin quivering as his throat bobbed, its soreness already decipherable by the way he winced.
Pressing a kiss over his Adam’s apple, I trailed up his jaw, providing praise for what he’d endured. “You take direction so well, baby. Breathe slowly through it.”
He merely groaned, the sound of it far gruffer than usual. Head falling back against the mattress once more, his arms slackened with the shift, the fight he had dying out almost completely.
Shuffling lower, my tongue lapped at his nipple, paying close attention to the metal ball before gripping it between my top teeth and pulling. He moaned headily as he lifted his chest toward my face, begging for more by mere action.
“F-Fuck… Oren…”
“Mmm.” Nipping at the bud, I gave the other the same attention before straightening. “You’re so quiet. Did I fuck your throat that rough, or are you still angry?”
“Rough,” he breathed, and I could hear it—the slight rasp at the end of the word.
Pride swelled from tainting him, and it wouldn’t end there. I wanted to degrade him, punish him for thinking so little of himself. I wanted… wanted this to be a moment he would always look back on, remembering how much power I held over him. This was my devotion to take care of him.
And maybe that’s why I reached over to his nightstand, pulling the gun from the drawer as my thumb glided over the safety. Keeping it locked in place, I pressed the barrel flush against his chest, right between his beautifully bound tits.
Running it along the rope, I traced the outline of them, attentively sweeping it against the thick cord. “Will this get you to shut up? To listen to me about how perfect you are?”
A shuddered breath left him, his cock twitching with the threat. Tongue trailing across his lips, he held my gaze, only offering me a curt nod.
Bringing it to his lips, I tapped them twice, tugging against the bottom one lightly. “My slutty good boy.”
He parted further, eyes unmoving from mine as he looked up at me beneath hooded lids with undeniable submission.
It was a sight I would never tire of, seeing him succumb to such obedience when he could easily take me if he desired.
There was no questioning our difference in size, but the moment I stood over him, he knelt without me having to utter a single command.
“Oh? You’re begging me to throat fuck you again? It wasn’t enough with my cock, so you want this too?” Inching the metal past his teeth, I kept my eyes fixed on his.
Groaning, he shifted his hips without pulling them from the bed. Need bloomed in his honeyed irises as he flattened his tongue on the underside of the barrel. “Mmm…”
“Beautiful. Keep coating it so it slides nice and easy into your tight ass.”
My encouragement seemed to ignite his action, the pinky, spongy organ lapping against the soulless metal without question.
Sucking on it greedily, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin.
His sudden eagerness made me ache, the idea of him so willing to have me fuck him with something so lethal awakening my darkness even further.
Once it was satisfactorily slick, I slipped it out, a trail of his hard work attached to the iron.
“Mmm, look how soaked it is.” Positioning myself at his entrance, I pressed the wet gun against him.
“Are you going to take it to the handle? Widen for me so I can fuck you like the filthy whore you are?”
“Yes…” he breathed, back arching with desire. “Please…”
Sliding it in an inch, I worked it back and forth, thrusting it with slow, taunting movements that I used to open him further. With each pass, he stretched, taking more of the forbidden weapon as I groaned at the sight.
“Shit. You’re swallowing it like a goddamn greedy man.”
A gasped moan was his answer, his body tensing slightly as I pushed it forward even more. “Shit…”
“Does my baby like having his ass fucked by a weapon? Is the idea of how filthy it is making your cock twitch more?” With a final shove, the handle rested against his skin, barely giving me room to hold on to the locked gun. “God, you’re even more beautiful with it inside you.”
He groaned with need, a stuttered whimper following. “God… Oren… Fuck.”
Turning it, I hummed. My cock hurt from being denied, but his begging had me withholding, seeking those pleasure-filled moans and whines. “Do you want me to keep fucking you like this, or would you like me to take what’s always been mine?”
He craned his chin down, those furrowed brows greeting me first, but then the sound I desired the most fell from him—a whimper. “Please… fuck me… I-I need you.”
That was all I needed before removing it, returning it to his nightstand, and angling myself at his hole. Stroking my hardened length once, a deep-rooted need took over as I rammed myself fully to my base in one thrust.
A cry consumed by ecstasy escaped his parted, panting lips, his head slamming back against the mattress as I filled him. Chest raised, I palmed his beautiful nipples, stroking my thumb across his piercing as I backed out, only to slam into him again.
“Oh, shit…” he groaned, his blown-out pupils finding mine. “Yes… Fuck, yes. Thank you, Daddy…”
“Fuck,” I moaned, digging my nails into his hips enough to make him bleed.
With the other hand still toying with his nipple, I tugged upward on the bar, seeking that little bit of pain to accompany how desperately, messily he sucked in my cock.
His mouth opened, brows drawing together at the sudden wave of pleasure, and I took the opportunity to shove two fingers into his mouth.
Running them along his tongue, I pushed them to the back of his throat.
He gagged slightly before closing his lips around my digits and sucking, his eyes rolling back as he coated my skin in a thick layer of saliva.
Humming, he opened his mouth once more, allowing me to dive into his throat to the point.
I curled my fingertips around the back of his flattened, dripping tongue, testing his gag reflex, which he happily permitted.
“Yeah, just like that. Keep letting me fuck you while I thrust these into that little whore of a mouth. Because this is how you should always look—stuffed.”
Keeping a steady rhythm, I pounded into him with every ounce of built-up frustration, working myself to my base with each thrust. Balls slapping against him, a shuddered breath followed, riddled with my desires and pleasure as I removed my fingers from his willing mouth.
“S-Shit, Thorne, you… You feel so good.”
He matched me in octave, our sounds mingling to form an intertwined symphony of euphoria. “Oren… Fuck. I love you.”
Tears pricked my eyes because it was the first time he’d said it since returning home. Biting my lip to stifle my cry, I nodded, working further to bring him to the edge. “I love… love you.”
“Close…” he panted, his forehead dropping to rest against my forearm that I moved to position beside him. “I-I’m close…”
“Me too. Fuck… I want you to cum with me. Paint those ropes with what I do to you. Me, only fucking me,” I grunted, slamming into that spot over and over, the one I knew would create the result I wanted.
His lids fluttered, chest shuddering as he arched into me, a lengthened moan served as his breaking point.
Coating his stomach with his essence, his mouth opened as huffs of air fled from his lungs, the amounting pleasure nearly too much for him to handle.
Trembling against me, his seed continued to spew with an unrelenting flow, and his whimpers from overstimulation became music to my ears.
Pumping my semen into him, each roll of my hips slowed as that bliss coated me entirely. Panting, I sat back on my haunches, removing my cock from him as my essence trickled from his spent hole. Swiping upward, I collected it on my finger before guiding it back into his twitching entrance.
“I want you filled, baby.”
A rasped scream was my answer as he thrashed against the bindings. “N-No… Sensitive. Ah, fuck!”
“Aw, look at you stuck while I fuck your ass with my cum-soaked finger. You want me to stop? Too sensitive?”
“Mmmf…” he whined, looking down at me. “Oren… shit. I-I… I—”
“I what? Use your goddamn words.” Sinking to my knuckle, I curled it slightly, pushing my seed further inside.
Chin tipping skyward, he cried out, striations dancing across his thighs as his legs tensed. “I-I… Sensitive… Oh, fucking god.”