Page 141 of Silent Damage

Everyone around us starts chanting my name, too.

This whole place has lost its mind.

Jason set his beer down. “I need to take you downstairs,” he says.

My eyebrows hit my hairline. “For…”

He leans in and kisses me. “You know what for.”

The way he says it with so much confidence makes my cock turn to steel in nanoseconds. “Let’s go,” I reply.

Jason leads me toward the dungeon. It takes a minute to get through the crowd, but we finally do and race down the stairs. Before we reach the bottom, Jason pushes me against the wall and kisses me in the most possessive way possible, making my knees weak.

“Gabe. You have no idea how relieved I am.”

“No, actually, I really do. I was fucking terrified while you were gone,” I tell him.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” He slides his tongue into my mouth again. I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I really don’t care right now.

“Let’s go,” he says.

We get to the dungeon, go through the whole process of disrobing, then race into the maze. “This place feels so weird after training in it. I know it like the back of my hand now.”

He takes me along the maze, avoiding dead ends and people fucking, and stops when we get to a large metal bed.

Jason picks me up off the ground and tosses me onto it. “I’ve been craving you.”

He pounces, landing on top of me, and devouring me with kisses. He tastes like beer, and we’re on a bed that looks like a cage in a BDSM dungeon.

It’s all so filthy in the best way possible.

Jason sucks my neck, making me moan and reach for the metal bars that comprise the bed.

“How do you want it?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”

The lights hit the side of his face, highlighting his chiseled features, and his eyes are wild with desire.

“Take over, Jason. I want to feel like you're ripping me apart to keep all of the pieces for yourself. Be rough with me.”

A bead of spit highlights his lower lip, like he’s drooling, and he threads his fingers with mine.

His chest heaves, almost as if he’s losing control, and that’s exactly what I want.

“Do it,” I beg. “I see it in your face. Do it.”

His hand circles my neck, and Jason fucks my mouth with his tongue, pushing it as deep as it’ll go.

And I surrender.

My body goes limp, and I prepare myself to be completely owned by the love of my life.

He flips me onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard. “Yes,” I cry out.

He slaps the other cheek. “More,” I beg.

Jason continues, spanking each cheek hard. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Your ass looks so good with my handprints all over it.”

He spreads my cheeks and pushes his face into my ass, licking and spitting on my hole.