Page 40 of On Your Knees

“I don’t know!”

He yanks me out of the chair and spanks my ass. I cry out at the shocking sounds as much as the sting.

“Figure it out then,” he demands and spanks me again.

Blood is rushing to my cock, stiffening it.

“That’s the wrong answer,” Ethan says and spanks me again, harder and harder, until I’m shaking and crying and my cock is fully erect. Ethan reaches between my legs and grabs it, pulling it back until it hurts.

“You don’t get to hide anything, Levi. Do you understand that? I will break you down until you’re raw and vulnerable and your basest, truest self. So answer my fucking question: why did you get upset?”

“I felt gross!”

His fingers spear into my ass, pulling me open, letting more cum drip out. “You think this is gross?”

“No!”

“But it was gross a minute ago. What’s the difference now?”

“I don’t know! Please! Stop!”

He releases me and orders, “Turn around.” When I don’t comply immediately, he spanks me again. “Now!”

Trembling and overwhelmed, unable to think, I turn to face him. His eyes are blazing on me. His jaw is clenched. He grabs my ass and lifts me off my feet. He sets me on the counter. He yanks down his sweats, giving me the briefest glimpse of his huge, hard cock before he pulls me off the counter.

“Legs around me,” he orders.

When I comply, he reaches under me to grab his cock and line it up with my hole. I gasp as he penetrates me. I’m still shaking. I look away, close to crying. Ethan grabs my jaw and makes me look at him.

“Was I not paying enough attention to you?” he asks in a low, dark voice.

Tears spill from my eyes. He thrusts inside me. “Ooh,” I breathe, relieved.

“Did you forget that it was my cum leaking out of you?”

I nod a little.

“You’re going to have to get used to it. You’re going to have my cum inside you and all over you all the fucking time. And you’re going to come too, again and again.”

He curls his hand around my cock and strokes it. I curl toward him, my stomach contracting as precum leaks from my slit.

“My poor lonely boy,” Ethan murmurs as I grip his shirt. “Put your arms around me.”

I do as I’m told, holding onto him as he fucks me. For some reason, when I come, I start sobbing. It makes Ethan hold tighter to me. It makes him gasp and ejaculate, straining into me as he fills me again.

He lifts me off him and sets me on the counter. I’m leaking everywhere, and I can’t stop crying.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“It’s okay. Here.” Ethan pulls off his T-shirt and uses it to clean the cum from my stomach. “We’re done for the day. You’ve had enough.”

That just makes me cry harder, so Ethan pulls me off the counter. I wrap my arms and legs around him again, and again he carries me through the penthouse to the master bedroom and all the way to the shower.

He lets me down as he turns on the water. He shoves down his sweats and steps out of them, pulling me with him into the shower.

This is my second shower with him today. I wasn’t really aware before. I’m still not very focused, but I take in a little more. I see his body. He’s so big and strong and beautiful. I can tell he works out a lot. A line of muscle cuts from his hip to his cock on each side. My eyes lock on his cock. He’s not hard now, but he’s still big. I stare and stare at what’s been inside me, fucking me, filling me.

I want to touch it, but I don’t. I just look at him while he washes me. I start to pull back when he soaps my sensitive dick, but he stops me and finishes his work. I bite my lip as he washes between my cheeks, prodding my hole, cleaning away what leaks from me. I don’t know why, but it makes me start crying again. I’m quiet about it, so I don’t expect Ethan to notice, but the way he washes my face, touching me constantly, makes me think that he does notice. His eyes are intense the whole time, but his hands are gentle. Maybe that’s why I’m crying.