I press inside him, and he arches, the veins in his neck standing out, his Adam’s apple bobbing on a pained swallow.
“Too much?”
Rather than saying his answer, he keeps his mouth open, adjusts the grip on his knee, and signs yes.
“Do you like too much?”
Yes.
Fucking hell.
Pushing his knees even farther back, stretching him,compressing his lungs just that little bit more, I pound into him with all my strength, all my weight.
With his mouth open, all he can verbalize is a cracked “uhn, uhn, uhn” as I brutalize his hole. That choked sound scratches something ugly and dark inside me.
Dominating a weaker person is easy.
Dominating a man who might still kill me in my sleep… This may be what I’ve needed all along.
I shiver at the thought of what he could do to me if he were anyone else.
My extensive study and research into the darker aspects of human psychology provide all kinds of answers and diagnoses, but I flip off the switch for that side of my brain.
Academia can rest for a moment.
I need to take this man apart.
I spit into his open mouth, and he whines, clenching around me tight. Choking, swallowing.
He’s right. A hard cock and a clenching hole are pretty clear signs that he’s into it.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I demand.
He complies immediately.
“Grab the bottom of your headboard, darling.”
He reaches above him, obeying my command. I wrap both hands around his neck.
Before I can even ask, he frees a hand to sign yes. Yes.Yes.
There’s a protocol for removing oxygen from the equation. I don’t give a fuck about protocol. I just squeeze until his tongue protrudes from his still-open mouth.
It’s the veins around his temple that get me. The redness of his face. How compliant he is beneath me.
I release his neck and grab the edge of the mattress on either side of him.
Hammering him.
The frustrations and terrors of the day melt away as sweat pours down my chest.
I nibble and nip at his mouth.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
His eyes twitch behind his closed lids as if he wants to open them. But for me, he keeps them closed. Tightens his grip on the headboard.
And kisses me like it’s our last moment on earth.
