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When I still didn’t follow orders, he grabbed my hips, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and yanked me up onto my knees. “I know you packed lube,” he snarled. “Where is it?”
“Front pocket of my suitcase,” I said, wriggling my ass at him.
He pushed a finger into me, working it deep. I pushed back against it. “More. Use me.” He slapped my ass again, and I welcomed the pain.
“Don’t move, or I won’t let you come.”
Jesus, it was tempting to keep going. It would only take a few more seconds of rubbing my cock against the mattress before I spilled. Could I come before he stopped me? Could he actually stop me, and why did that question make me hotter than ever? Fear of hurting him was the only reason I hadn’t suggested we find out who could actually come out on top.
Struggling with him was the hottest fucking thing, and it had been since day one, but I did deserve the torment, and I could take it. I wasn’t about to let him think otherwise.
I turned to see him fumbling in my bag. When he extracted the lube, he flipped the top open, and I reveled in the slick sound of him working it along his cock.
He tossed it on the bed and then climbed up himself, kneeling behind me.
He dug his fingers into my sore ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and I sucked in my breath. “Does that hurt?”
“Fuck no,” I lied.
“Uh-huh.” He leaned in and swiped his tongue over my hole. I gasped, then bit the pillow, trying to hold in the desperate sounds my body wanted to make.
Joe teased me, stabbing at my hole with the tip of his tongue, pushing it in, working me, sucking me. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to beg, but all I could do was whimper. He had me beyond words.
I lifted my arms, trying my best to find a way to slip out of the cuffs. “You aren’t getting loose.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. I know you can put up a damn good fight with your hands bound, but the cuffs will hold you until I’m done with you.”
“You’re never going to be done with me. You need me.”
He laughed, his breath warm against my ass. “Beg me. Beg me to let you come.”
I growled as I shook my head. I’d been ready to, but I wouldn’t do it under his command. He just laughed and went back to using his tongue to drive me completely insane. I worked my hips, fucking the air, growing more and more desperate. I’d come untouched before with his cock in me, but his tongue wasn’t quite enough. I needed something big and thick splitting me open, driving deep, dragging over my prostate. “Fuck. Me. Now.”
Joe sat back and dragged his fingernails down both sides of my burning, aching ass. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to scream. It hurt like hell, but it made my cock throb even harder.
“You know what you need to do to get more. You want me to fuck you, to fill your ass, to drive deep inside you until you’re so sore you can barely walk tomorrow?”
“Yes. God yes.”
“Then beg me.”
He knew how much I hated to beg just like I knew how much he hated me directing his life, deciding when he worked and when he didn’t, thinking I could make him do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted him to, not just in bed but every second of the day. He knew I didn’t really want that, though. If he’d acquiesced every time, we would never have ended up together. I would never have proposed.
He flicked his tongue over my hole, then brought his hand down on the sorest part of my ass. He kept alternately tongue-fucking me and spanking me until I was tempted to turn over and truly fight. I gave in instead. “Please, Joe. Please fuck me. Please, I need you. I can’t take it anymore.”
He took hold of my hips and drove into me, filling me fully in one harsh stroke.
I cried out, the agonizing stretch making me want to fight. The burn inside me now matched the one on my skin.
“You didn’t think you were getting any mercy, did you?”
I shook my head frantically. “Fuck no. Don’t want it.”
“I know what you want. What you need.”
Joe drove into me, fucking me so hard the edges of my vision went black. I drove myself back against him. It was savage and fast and harsh. Our cries mingled, and when he reached for my dick, he only had to stroke me twice before I was coming, coating his hand and slicking the way for him to keep working me past the point of pleasure to where it started to hurt. “Please. Please, Joe.”
