A tear slides down my cheek as I swallow. Rip slowly retracts, and cum drips from my mouth as he does. He bends down with a pleased grin as he wipes it from my chin.
“Swallowed like a champ,” he muses.
“What else would I have done?” I ask cockily. “You wouldn’t let me pull away.”
He rubs my cheek. “Because I knew you could handle it. Now stand up.”
I do as he says. Once I’m standing, he takes it upon himself to bend me over the railing, then yank my pants to the floor.
The cold night chill hits my thighs, and I turn over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Now my underwear is to my thighs, and a large, warm hand on my cheeks replaces the warmth. He rubs and squeezes my cheek like it’shis.
Then, a sting shoots through me as Rip slaps my ass. I wince, and then another harsh slap finds me again.
“What the fuck?” I shout.
“That’s for ignoring me earlier,” he says. “I told you not to do that.”
This motherfucker. “Go to hell.”
I regret my words when his hand collides with my cheek again; the sound echoes in the night. “Your words, or lack of them, have consequences.”
Instead of pushing back like I want to, I keep quiet. I don’t ever let anyone take control of me, yet my body is quick to give in whenever it comes to Rip. So if he wants to play this game, fine. His authority makes my dick grow harder, anyway.
“I understand,” I mutter.
“Good,” he sings. He leans over to me, and before I realize what he’s doing, two of his fingers are down my throat. “Suck.”
I suck his fingers like a lollipop as he tells me to because apparently I’m an obedient fuck.
His fingers pull out of my mouth with a pop, and then he’s behind me again. He stalls, and I can’t see him, so I can’t help but ask, “Are you going to fuck me?”
Rip lets out a chuckle, and then a finger presses against my hole. “No, not yet.”
“Why not?” I barely manage before I bite down on my tongue as his finger slips slowly inside of me.
“I don’t think you’re ready,” he says, like a simple fact.
What does he think I’m a virgin? It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, man or woman, but it’s not like it would be my first time.
“I’m not ready? You’re the one who’s never been with a man before.” At least, I don’t think he has.
Another finger slips in, and it makes me groan. Rip slides in and out of my clenched asshole gentler than I thought he would have. He picks up the pace, and his fingers drive into that spot.
My body spazzes, and I could melt into puddy.
“I don’t think you could handle it, Prince,” he says, his tone genuine but also challenging.
The ego of this guy. “Oh yeah, because you’re a sex god.”
His fingers bend and hit the spot again, silencing me. Without the fence holding me up, I could hit the floor.
Rip speaks lowly into my ear. “When I start, I struggle to stop. If my fingers are doing this to you, imagine what my cock will do.”
Thinking about his piercing inside me makes my head spin. Rip scissors my hole, and I feel it all the way to my trembling legs. Then his free hand finds my hard, pointed dick, and he strokes it.
“I’m not… Fuck…” I moan. “I’m not fragile. Don’t treat me like it.”
