“Oh! That’s a lot. That will hurt, Sir.”
“You can say red, Graham.”
“No, I don’t need to.” He keeps going, tries to find his way through the pain of overstimulation, has to move his hips and count each breath in and out. “Hurts.”
“Say ‘thank you, Sir.’”
He whimpers.
Colton waits.
Graham finally repeats the words, sees no other option. “Th-thank you, Sir. For the…pain.” It’s a beautiful thing to say and he’s happy he got to say it, that Colton made him. His shoulders drop in relief and he goes back onto his heels, legs wide open, vulnerable.
“Faster, baby. Harder. You work that cock for me. And I want it done fast. Want you coming so soon it’s agony.”
“Sir, please,” he manages to say. “How? How would you… if we were together? Help me.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Of course I’ll help you. When you get back it’s going to be my cock. I’m going to split your ass open and you’re going to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” He will. He’s positive he will. He likes it to hurt.
“I know you do.” He hadn’t realized he’d said it out loud.
“Where do you want it to hurt, baby? Your cock? Your tits? Your hole?”
“H-hole, love that. You saying it. You said gaping. You promised.”
Colton swears under his breath and a shiver goes through Graham. “Oh, saying it is nothing, sweetheart. My baby needs more than words. You’ve only gotten dry fingers and sharp pain from me. We’ll do better than that. Give you what you really need. I’ll take you hard and make you sore. You’ll ache when I pull out of you.”
“Do you think that’s enough?” he asks. “What if I need more, Sir?”
“Fuck, then you’ll fucking get it, baby. I’ll put you to bed, ass leaking my come and a nice thick piece of ginger up your ass to keep you hot and squirming. It won’t come out until I’m ready to shove back inside you. How does that sound?”
“Sir!” The pain has shifted. There’s pleasure deep in his groin but it’s hot, bright, and burns him.
“And if that’s not enough, I’ll give you more.”
“What?” he gasps. He wants more, needs it to make the orgasm happen when it hurts so much and Colton isn’t even there to help him through it. “Need your hand on me, forcing me to keep going. Don’t like knowing I can stop.”
“Youcan’tstop,” Colton growls. “Because then you’d disappoint me. And you would never do that, would you?”
“No! I’m trying, Sir.”
“Are you close?”
“I don’t know.” Saying it makes him feel like a failure. Reminds him of how his desire is unreliable, how difficult everything has always been for him when it comes to getting off.
“Soon I won’t have to ask. I’ll know because I’ll be watching you, touching you, making it happen,” he says, dark and intense. “You’ll always come for me. I’ll fuckingmake you.”
“Please. Fuck. I want that so bad, Sir.”
“Five times I came thinking about you. Do you know how awful it’s been for me having to find ways to jerk off all the time when my loads belong in your tight ass or down your throat?”
Graham groans as he gets close, muscles locked up tight as he imagines Colton desperate to get off because he’s thinking of Graham and needing him. “Yes. Uhn, yes,” he whimpers and didn’t know he could make such a slutty sound.
“Good girl. Fuck, you’re getting close. Soon I won’t have to use my hand anymore, will I? I want you in my home and in my bed, naked and willing. You willing, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes.”
