Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I don’t… I can’t. It’s so fucking good. This is what you meant, isn’t it? About me not knowing what to expect, about torturing me but not.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant. You wanted the evil side of me, and now you’re getting it.”
Before he could reply, I pushed my tongue into him. The sound I forced out of him was somewhere between a scream and a moan, and it made my cock pulse. “That’s right, baby. Show me how much you need this.”
I kept going, tongue-fucking him, licking him, pressing my tongue as deep inside as I could and sliding my fingers in alongside it. I lifted his balls back and sucked on them, but I never touched his cock. He fought my hold on his hips and begged me to stop or to let him come.
I sat back and watched him tremble as he shifted back and forth lifting his knees, then setting them down.
“Can’t do this,” he whined.
“You can. You’re doing so good right now.” I ran a hand over his ass, caressing him.
“Even you touching me like that is… If you touched my cock, I would go off.”
“I’m not going to touch your cock. Not yet.” I smacked his ass hard, and he yelped. “Maybe a little pain will help calm you down.”
“Oh God. Please. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You want to. That’s what you were hinting at earlier, isn’t it? You thought I would spank you. Has anyone ever disciplined you like that?”
He shook his head. “No. Not… not as a grown-up.”
I didn’t want to think about what might have been done to him as a child, but that wasn’t what this was about. Both of us knew this was about need and comfort and maybe a little desperation. This was about him needing sensation—harsh, gentle, it didn’t matter. His body craved stimulation, and I could give that to him.
I smacked his other ass cheek, and he worked his hips, letting me know he wanted more.
“Don’t you dare touch your cock. Stay right like this. Legs apart. Ass in the air.”
“Yes, sir.”
I looked him over. “Mmm. I like that.”
I brought my hand down again, hitting him firmly but nowhere near as hard as I could. I needed to ease him into this. He didn’t need babying, but I wasn’t going to go hard at him to start. A few slaps later, he was pumping his hips, squirming, and arching his back, trying to stick his ass out farther.
“Harder,” he begged, and I almost lost it. I almost pulled his cheeks apart, drove into him, and grabbed his cock so I could work it until he eventually exploded. He was fucking perfect.
23
Travis
Dax spanked me again and again without a break. I fought him at first, but then, slowly, it started to feel better, almost good. I arched my back, pushing my ass out for more. It no longer felt like punishment. It felt like the sweetest release ever. By the time he stopped, I was sobbing, begging him to keep going, to give me what I needed.
He rubbed my sore ass and ran his hand up and down my spine. His touch was soothing, and he kept it up until my tears stopped and I was able to take longer, steadier breaths.
“You needed that.”
“I… I did. I haven’t cried since the day I got away from Rob.”
“You trust me to give you what you need?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“You—you’re not?”
“No, baby. I have so much more torment to give you and so much more pleasure.”
I’d thought I was wrung out, but his words made my cock swell again. “Do it. Use me.”
“I will, but right now, I’m going to explore you, tease you, taste you, see what you can endure.”
“That’s… terrifying.” I shivered as Dax kissed his way up my spine. He kissed the back of my neck. Then he bit down, and I cried out. He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat, choking off the sound.
He kept me there, breathless, for just a few seconds, then he let go. “Fuck, I’m crazy to be here with you, aren’t I?”
He growled. “No, this is where you belong. Turn over.”
When I did, Dax looked down at me like I was a treasure, like he couldn’t decide where to touch me next, like he worshipped me. I brought my hand to my throat and rubbed where his fingers had pressed in. He could be so gentle and so rough at the same time, and I fucking loved it.
Dax pushed my legs apart and settled between them. He licked and sucked and bit my nipples until I was nearly crying again. I never knew they could be so fucking sensitive.
After kissing his way down my body, he nearly ended me by running his tongue along the underside of my cock, then lapping up the precum that was dripping from my slit.