Page 296 of The Defiant Curse

He was brutal, and he gave him no mercy. As he tormented him, switching the strokes up, and avoiding the tip of his cock, he knew he’d be wild.

Yeah, someone was having to work for it.

Oh, and work hard.

“Please,” Graham begged, desperately pulling at the belt that held his hands above his head.

Only, no mercy was given.

“You’re going to cum for me, Graham, and then, you’re going over my knee because I like you with a pink ass as I’m fucking you.”

He moaned.

“Yes, please,” he begged, as his hips began bucking. That overwhelming need was taking over, and Graham knew he was going to explode.

He couldn’t hold on.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as his balls betrayed him, and a stream of hot cum covered his chest.

And still, no mercy was given.

As he was still struggling to surface from the orgasm, he could feel his body being flipped over, and the punishing slaps as his husband pinkened his cheeks.

“MORE!” he begged, as he was helpless to stop him—not that he ever would. Sex with this man was way too much for him to handle, but he’d try.

And lose.

Graham was punished, and he loved every single second of it. When his ass was red, he was flipped back over, but this time, it was Michael’s mouth that took him back up that climb.

He worked him over, making sure to not miss a single spot. The whole time, his hands were under the man on his cheeks, and he could feel the heat coming off of them.

Oh, this was how he liked his husband.

HIS.

As he blew him, Graham moaned in pleasure and pain. His ass was sore, and he loved it.

There was no better feeling for him.

Well, maybe if he was over his lap taking more punishment.

As Michael blew him, he scraped his teeth up the long length of him, and Graham bucked.

“I’m close,” he hissed. “Please!”

Oh, well, he knew how to get him there.

Slipping his fingers through the saliva that was running down his dick, and over his balls, he had the lubrication he needed. He finger fucked him, and Graham exploded.

He came again, but this time, he exploded in his husband’s mouth.

Graham was breathing heavily, and opened his eyes when he felt the bed move.

His husband was grinning down at him.

“Such a bad boy,” he said, flipping him back over so he was on his knees, his arms crossed in front of him since the belt had very little give.

“Please fuck me,” Graham begged. “I need you to fuck me, D’Artangnan.”