Page 17 of The Monster I Am

“Ass higher up,” Rhys ordered.

The supe’s hands were cold against Jared’s heated skin, and Jared choked on a moan as the supe spread his cheeks wide, fingers digging into his flesh hard enough to add more bruises.

He was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure that seemed neverending as it rolled through him. He was barely hearing the sounds that were coming from his mouth, much less the orders, but he tried to follow them anyway, pushing his ass up higher into Rhys’s hands. The blunt head of Rhys’s cock nudged his hole before forcing its way through the ring of muscle.

He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t prepared… it didn’t matter. The supe took him in one unhurried, implacable thrust that left him devastated as his hole was forced to stretch around the thick girth. The burn had his toes curling and his cock throbbing in need by the time the supe bottomed out inside of him.

Rhys didn’t pause to allow him to adjust; the supe withdrew almost completely before driving back inside of him in a powerful stroke. One thrust after another, he fucked Jared hard, demanding that he take it without uttering a word.

It was too much, it was too fast, it hurt. But it also felt unbelievably good in ways that had him desperately keening and pushing back against each hard thrust, needing more, needing them deeper. Needing to be devastated, to be overwhelmed and utterly laid to waste.

The supe’s thrusts sped up as Jared’s hole stretched to accommodate his thick cock, his body giving up its resistance in the face of the brutal plundering it was receiving.

“Come,” Rhys ordered harshly. “If you want to come, you’ll do it on my cock.”

Jared had it on the tip of his lips to say he was almost there when pain erupted in his ass as Rhys’s hand connected with his bruised skin in a vicious slap. His vision went white as he wailed, pleasure and pain ricocheting within him as his cock pulsed and he came, spilling against the side of the bed.

After several more deep thrusts, he felt Rhys filling him, the heat warming him from the inside out. Jared slumped against the bed, too boneless to even try to keep himself up as the aftereffects of pleasure and pain continued to roll around, leaving him in a warm and floaty haze.

The cold that licked at his heated skin the moment Rhys pulled back made Jared whine, and Rhys patted his ass. “Come here.”

The words were soft, and the hands that helped him to his feet and guided him to lying on his stomach were soft. He was warm and soft, and everything felt good. He had the vague sense that things would be painful later, but that seemed like a future problem and not something to worry about yet.

“Drink this,” Rhys ordered.

Jared blinked at Rhys through the haze when a glass was brought to his lips, but he did his best to drink it. Only a little of it spilled, which struck him as funny, and he made a sound of amusement.

Rhys didn’t seem to share in his amusement, instead leaving the room again.

This time, he didn’t return for a while, and Jared started to drift off on the cloud of pleasure and pain. It wasn’t until he heard Rhys’s voice that he started to rouse from the light doze he’d fallen into.

“Jared? Come eat.”

Jared mumbled “Coming,” into the pillow he was laying on. But the blankets seemed to be out to tangle around him, or he was just uncoordinated enough after… after, that everything seemed so much harder than it should’ve been.

“Either come eat or don’t,” Rhys snapped as he turned on his heel and stalked off.

The sharp words bit through the pleasant haze, leaving shreds in their wake and sobering Jared up. He scrambled out of bed, wincing in pain as the bruises in his ass protested the movement and the stretch of the muscles that they’d already started to set in to. His hole felt raw, and he clenched his teeth at the not-entirely-unpleasant feeling as he clenched reflexively.

Fuck.

It had happened again. The same way that it had at the party. The pain had set in, but the pleasure from the supe had made his body sing in ways that didn’t seem possible.

Yeah, he was a masochist. He knew that now. But that didn’t explain what was happening, did it? If it was just that he was a masochist, it would’ve happened for that first party. Or the times in between the first party and the second when the slaver had invited some other supes over to fuck him in between.

That was when he’d had his hand belted. They’d wanted to see if he could come from it, and had been angry when he hadn’t.

His legs were unsteady under him, but they managed to carry him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Into the empty kitchen, which made Jared frown in confusion. The plate of chicken and vegetables sat steaming on the kitchen table, but there was no sign of Rhys anywhere. He made his way to the table and sat, grimacing when he felt the drip of cum out of his ass.

Fuck.

Well, he’d just clean that up after he ate too.

The food was delicious, but Jared took his time eating. His movements were still too uncoordinated to rush through it, and he didn’t want to spill anything. Rhys still hadn’t returned when Jared had finished, so he took his dishes to the sink and washed them, along with the dishes that had been used to make dinner.

And made sure to clean the seat of the chair.