Page 59 of Not Another Dark Romance

Mason lets out a groan from deep in his throat, and I immediately pop off him, taunting as I add “DESPERATE” in large letters on his thigh. Then I spit on his dick and use my free hand to spread it as I twist up and down his shaft. He grunts as he shifts his hips up. I shake my head and write “SLUT” on his hip next, emphasizing the word as I say it.

He’s squirming now, unable to hold still with how turned on he is, and I love knowing I’m the one driving him wild, that I control when he’ll come and how he’ll get there. I quickly slap his dick, and he lets out a sharp cry that turns into a moan as his cock jerks, spilling more precum.

“God, look at you,” I scoff. “You’re such a dirty little whore. You liked me slapping your dick, didn’t you? Like any attention you can get from me.”

He nods, not even pretending like he didn’t. “I’ll add that next. ‘DIRTY WHORE’ right on your thigh. Because it’s what you are.”

I lean back down to take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, taking a moment to focus on breathing through my nose before moving my tongue around as I slowly bob up and down, taking more of him. I twist my hand around what I can’t fit in my mouth as I sloppily attempt my first blowjob. I’m sure my technique is nowhere near Mason’s skill level, but he lets out another satisfied whimper as his hips thrust up, and I chuckle as I pull off him once more. I add “PATHETIC” to his chest, and when he continues to moan and whine every time my mouth is on him for more than a few seconds, I add, “BAD PET,” “FREAK,” and “PSYCHO.”

My dick is leaking now too, still trapped behind my pants, and as much fun as I’m having by driving Mason wild, I think I’ve reached the end of my own patience. I need to be inside him.

I move back down the bed before standing beside it to make removing my clothes easier. Mason’s gaze is locked on me as I slowly strip, and there’s a wild need in his eyes that mirrors the obsession I feel for him. When I’m naked, I grab my phone from the nightstand and open the camera. Closing the distance between us, I snap shot after shot of the words covering his skin, of him locked to my bed, hard and needy just for me.

I turn the phone around to show him a full-body shot. “Should I post this on your socials next? Show all your adoring fans how fucked up you really are?” He sucks in a sharp breath, and his pupils dilate. I would never actually do that, but he told me he’s fantasized about being shown off and humiliated, so I guessed the idea would be enough to thrill him. “I think your followers should know who you really belong to. They might get to share your art, buy it to hang in their homes if they’re lucky enough, but I’m the only one who gets the real you. The pathetic, needy whore who needs his Master to take care of him.”

He’s nodding frantically as he continues to squirm, the chain of the handcuffs clanking with each movement, a reminder that he’s here and mine. I lock my phone, putting it off to the side as I crawl back between his legs and grab a pillow to shove under his hips so I have easier access to his ass.

“You can make all the noises you want, Pet,” I say lazily. “I’m going to focus on enjoying my hole now.”

I lick up the length of his cock one more time before shifting my attention lower, sucking on his balls and running my tongue over his taint.

“Oh my… holy fuck… please, please, please!” He doesn’t hold back now, crying out mostly unintelligible noises as I slowly work my way toward his ass. I pull back enough to spit on it, loving how dirty this all feels as I watch my saliva drip over his hole. I slowly push it in with my finger as he continues to beg. “More, please, more.”

I ignore him, removing my finger to pull his cheeks apart and lick around his rim. Mason is so responsive, so vocal, and every sound encourages me to do more. I lap at his entrance until he relaxes enough for me to fuck into him with my tongue. I can’t believe I hesitated to touch him like this until now.

Sex with Mason is so different from anything I’ve ever experienced. Things have always been different with him, but now that I truly know he’s choosing to be here, I can finally let go completely. I can give in to all my dark desires and let the wild, instinctual part of me take over and just enjoy being with him.

I pull back to spit on his entrance again before adding a finger with my tongue to start stretching him out. I’d already grabbed supplies when I took out the handcuffs, so I squeeze out some lube on my hand and push two fingers back into him, spreading him open as quickly as I can, desperate to replace my fingers with my cock.

Glancing at the condom on the bed next to us, I feel an overwhelming sense of hatred toward it. I don’t want there to be anything between us. I want to truly claim Mason as mine, to mark him from the inside the same way I’ve covered his skin.

I turn back to him as I add more lube and a third finger. “Mason, have you been tested recently? Are you negative?”

He continues to moan and shift his hips to meet the movement of my fingers inside of him, too distracted to process my question. I pull out and crawl over him so that I’m on my hands and knees, holding myself up directly above him.

Mason looks up at me with wide eyes. “What are you do⁠—”

I cut off his question with a sloppy kiss, and he kisses me back desperately, not caring that my tongue was up his ass moments ago. I pull back and hold his gaze until the dazed look in his eyes clears a bit. “Mason. I need you to focus for a moment.” He nods, so I try again. “Have you been tested recently? Do you have any STIs?”

He blinks a few times before shaking his head. “I’m negative. I was tested a couple of weeks before we met.”

I kiss him again, dropping down enough to rub my bare cock against his. Fuck, even that feels incredible, but I force myself to pull back. “I’m negative too. I’m going to fuck you now, without a condom. I don’t want there to ever be anything between us again. I’m going to fill your ass with my cum and finally claim you as mine.”

Mason is nodding before I finish speaking. “Yes, please.”

I kiss him quickly one more time before repositioning myself on my knees between his legs. I cover my dick with lube and push his thighs up as I steady the base of my cock, teasing his entrance with my tip.

I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and the way his ass squeezes around my cock as I push inside of him is absolutely incredible. He’s so warm, so fucking tight, and I should probably be more cautious, take things slower to give him time to adjust, but I can’t hold back. Luckily, Mason doesn’t want me to, shifting to force me even deeper as he lets out a loud moan of pleasure.

Instinct takes over, and I grip his hips, thrusting in and out of him with more and more speed and force. His ass squeezes me impossibly tighter as he attempts to match my movements. We’re both grunting and moaning, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing throughout my room.

A near-growl escapes me as I lean down and suck his nipple into my mouth before biting it hard. He cries out, the noise of his pain-laced pleasure music to my ears. I pull away for a moment, moving to bite him again, on the neck this time, clamping down as hard as I can. I want to mark him in any way I can think of. I shift my head back and forth, tugging his skin while still biting him, and am delighted when the metallic taste of blood greets my tongue. The word mine echoes on repeat through my mind as I continue to thrust into him.

I lick at the wound I’ve created before sitting more upright again. I pull his hips down onto my dick with each thrust, his plump ass bouncing with the movement.

“Please, please, I need to come.” Mason is crying now, tears streaming down his beautiful face as he tugs against his restraints, unable to take matters into his own hands to find any relief.

“You need whatever I decide you need, Pet,” I remind him. “I’m going to come first. Going to fill you with my release and watch it drip out of you. Only then will I think about letting you finish. Don’t you dare come a moment before I let you.”