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I heard the sound of rushing water in my ears as I submitted to Sir’s hand. Sweat slipped down my face, and as I gripped the bedsheets, I flew. Higher than I’d ever flown on coke or X or pot. Higher than the time I’d tripped balls on acid and believed that everything in the world was made of moonbeams.
The shimmering high grew more powerful and stronger with every searing smack over my ass cheeks. Groaning, I put my head down, breathing in the fresh laundry scent of the bedsheets. Another smack. Another. I thought I might come, but I just couldn’t reach that peak.
I whimpered and pleaded for him to make me come, but I knew that a spanking wasn’t ever going to be enough. I needed more. Sir’s hand slowed and then stilled, rubbing and massaging my ass.
“Mitchell,” Sir said in that commanding voice that raked over my nipples and cock, making me feel tingly and alive all over. “I’mgoing to fuck you again now.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Sir.”
I was so out of it, I didn’t fully follow how he repositioned my body, but when I felt him pushing inside, I realized I had my feet on the floor by the bed, and my torso bent over the mattress. Sir stood behind me with his hands on my hips, shoving into my hole with only a little fresh lube to slick the way.
It stung—no, it fuckinghurtthe way he forced past my sphincter muscle, not bothering to be sweet or kind about it, taking his pleasure with no regard for mine—just the way I liked it and needed it. I surrendered to that pain as well, letting my body go limp as he rocked into me. My cock, though, was at full attention.
He slid in and out, hitting my prostate perfectly, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him to hit me. Punch my back or sides, pinch me, claw me, or bite me. Anything. Something. I needed pain. More pain.
“More,” I bit out.
“I’ve got you,” he muttered as I moaned desperately. “Fuck, you’re a tight cum-dumpster. Thought a slut like you’d be loose and useless.”
He hawked up a mouthful of spit, and I jerked as it hit my back all hot and slimy.
I groaned. “Please, Sir. Choke me.”
“You want me to own your life?”
I grunted, my balls hitching up, orgasm coming for me with just the suggestion. “Yes. Own me.”
With a hard thrust into my ass, Luke put his hands around my throat, squeezing hard enough to make me see spots. I nearly ascended to heaven.
As he began to shove into me with rough, slamming thrusts, I struggled and fought. It wasn’t just for show either. The pain of his pubic hair and hipbones slamming into my burning ass cheeks wasbreathtaking, and the stretch in my anus from the thick base of his cock stung. The squeeze of his strong hands around my throat was more than enough to keep me on the razor’s edge of coming.
My cock rubbed against the edge of the mattress, and I moved my hips, trying to get myself off. With a cruel laugh, he jerked me up so that I couldn’t get purchase.
“Sluts don’t come except for Sir’s cock. Got it, bitch?”
I grunted an affirmative noise, and he didn’t make me repeat it. I was grateful since I was high and floating on pain and exquisite fear. He squeezed my throat hard again, making my eyes bulge and my vision go hazy and dark, and then just before I thought I’d be choked out for real—wondering if I trusted him more than Kyle to not actually kill me—he let go again.
I sucked in air like a racehorse, and then he did it again. It became a rhythm that I rode into bliss. My balls drew up tight, and my cock quivered hard. His rough thrusts kept me dizzy with prostate stimulation and pain. The pounding and choking coalesced into a pattern that became a source of otherworldly pleasure. Sir was a god, and I was his helpless sycophant. Fuck my own power. What good was it when Sir was so strong and in charge? He had the power. I was forced to give it all to him. Andhealchemized it into pleasure and pain and breath and death…
I’d do anything he said, anything at all to keep on feeling like this.
Fifteen thrusts without the choking pressure, and then ten with it. I clawed at the sheets, trying to either get more air, or more freedom, or less dick, or… something. I needed something. Anything.Please, Sir.
And then I got what I needed, and it was blindingly good.
Sir surged forward andbitme, right in the soft part of my back beneath my shoulder blade. It felt like he took a hunk of flesh, and the searing pain tipped me over.
With Sir’s hands squeezing for his ten thrusts of choking, I couldn’t even shout as I shot my load. I couldn’t do anything except croak out a desperate sound, scrabbling at Sir’s fingers around my throat as the world exploded in hedonistic pleasure and pulsing, earthshaking ecstasy.
Dots swam in my vision, and I felt the frenzy dying down and a honeyed stupor closing in as my world faded. The pressure continued on my throat as I surrendered and went limp. I nearly lost consciousness. As the roar of darkness threatened, the pressure lifted, and I gulped in air hungrily. I convulsed again and again, the continuing orgasm wringing me dry.
Still twitching, I collapsed against the bed, my body humming and mind swimming lazily, drunk and lost in sweet post-climax inertia. I couldn’t think or string together a sentence as my cells sang with release.
Sir pushed in deep and lingered a moment. I had time to wonder if he’d come inside me before he pulled out, and a splash of hot, thick semen hit my back, and another spurt landed in my hair.
Drained and shaking, I couldn’t move, but Sir did that for me. He shoved me onto my back, hand moving fast on his cock, squeezing the last of his orgasm out with a gravelly cry. He straddled my face, shooting his final burst into my open, eager mouth. I swallowed it down, blissed out and riding an endorphin rush that overrode all my fears and worries.
Sir had taken me flying with his hands, his teeth, his cock, and his words. I could only imagine where he might take me if given a chance to use restraints and his cane or flogger.
