I deliver a sharp slap to his ass, watching my handprint appear against his tanned skin.
“Enough,” I grit out. “Take only what I give you, boy.”
And Idogive it to him, snatching a condom from the counter before slipping it over my length and shoving my fat cockhead against his slick entrance with only the bit of lube he had used and his own spit to help against the resistance.
And the feeling of his warm, smooth inner walls gripping me for a second time? Glorious. It’s something you cannot recreate, something you cannot fathom without feeling it for yourself. I’m certifiably obsessed with his body and the sounds he’s making as I sink in, inch by inch.
My balls slap against his ass as I bottom out, his whole body shaking as I drape mine over his back. Landon is twitching around me, his hands gripping the comforter beneath us for dear life.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, burying my face in the soft crook of his neck. “You still feelso good. Even after taking another man, it still feels fantastic being inside of you.”
Landon tries to say something, and I’m very happy his mouth is out of commission, because I’m very certain whatever he wishes to say will only piss me off.
He lives to irritate me, and this moment is pure bliss. I can’t have him ruining it with words or his fucking personality.
I pull out as far as my hips will allow with how I’m lying over him, then slam home again, feeling his body rock against the force of it.
With his head to the side like this, I can see the streaks of his tears gliding down his cheeks; his lashes flutter every time I bottom out.
A hot, frantic lust is building inside of me, but I can’t come. Not until I force an orgasm out of him. My hand reaches under his propped body, my fingers clutching the metal of the chastity cage.
“Does it hurt, baby? Can you feel how powerless you are in this moment?” As I ask, I stroke the bars holding his cock, feeling his skin pulse as his length tries to harden.
Landon is giving me ashow, full-blown sobbing now as I pound into him. It becomes apparent that I’m slamming into his prostate, one thrust at a time.
“It’ll all be over if you just come,” I promise him, dipping my fingers to the open end of the cage and nudging his slit.
Landonscreeches, his whole body jerking beneath me. But then he’s shaking his head wildly against the bed, as if he’s pleading with me, telling me hecan’tcome. Not like this.
“If you can’t take it, give me two slaps,” I remind him, running my fingertips over his pebbled nipples. He shakes his head again, brows furrowing as he rocks against the bed. “Thencome. I need you to.Youneed to.”
Leaving one hand on the cage, I drag the other lower, pushing against his taint, forcing more pressure on his prostate. My wrist brushes his swollen balls, rubbing against the tight skin with every thrust of my hips.
I’m stimulating so many sensitive parts of him that Landon can’t take it, and with a startled, pained groan, he finally comes.
It dribbles onto my hand, his cock soft and strangled as the fluid drips out of his slit in thin streaks.
“Mmph!”
“That’sperfect, sweet Lanny. So fucking pretty. I knew you could be good; I knew you could listen,” I praise, pounding into him harder but unwilling to pull my hands away, to stop feeling the pathetic excuse for a broken, strained orgasm he’s giving me.
There’s a small puddle in my palm as my own pleasure crests, filling the condom.
“Fuck!” I shout, my hips stuttering as sensation overcomes me. Landon is whining, his body going boneless in my arms. “Did it feel like torture? Did it fucking hurt?”
I sound delirious in my release, shoving my fingers angrily against his taint as I lick and suck at his neck. And he takes it so beautifully, gasping and groaning softly like he’s learning a very important, necessary lesson.
As I come down, I collapse on top of him. I stroke Landon’s hair, slowly bringing him back around as his eyes blink lazily, his ass twitching around my softening cock every few beats.
“I’m going to take this tie away now,” I tell him. “If you try anything funny, you’ll pay for it.”
My little lesson must have been just the thing Landon needed, because as I pull the tie out, he only whimpers, shoving his forehead against mine from where I’m draped over him, the side of my face pressed to the pillow next to him.
“Nate,” he whispers, and it sounds so fucking sweet coming from his mouth that I literally shiver, my dick slipping free from his abused hole. “Show me.”
“Show you?” I repeat, still steadily brushing his hair from his forehead as his eyes slip shut.
“Show me… show me the stars.” It’s a soft, barely there plea. One empty of manipulation and so desperate.
