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Sir shudders above him. Then, “No. No, you’ve – you’ve done enough. You took your punishment so well for me, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything else.”
“No,” Carter whines, desperation tightening his throat. “Sir,please.”
“Sweetheart…”
“You – you ignored me all day. I just want – please. Please touch me. Please, sir. Please let me be with you.”
With a shaky exhale, sir tucks his head in the dip between Carter’s throat and shoulder. His lips press against the skin there before he jerks away like Carter has burned him. Sir moans, the sound low and frustrated. Then he’s pressing back against Carter, grinding with a sudden urgency. “Okay. Fuck. Okay, you can do that, sweetheart. Fuck, of course you can be with me.”
Sir nudges Carter’s legs apart until his cock is sliding through the apex of his thighs. The gel he had collected from rubbing himself on Carter’s ass is enough to make sir slick as he begins to thrust between his legs. Carter can’t help the soft sigh that falls from his lips as he relaxes into the mattress in relief. Each movement stings, but it’s the kind of sting like before in sir’s office, the sting that was welcome because it was a reminder of sir. He’s hurting for sir. He’s making sir feel good. He’s being touched and kissed and used. Sirneedshim.
“Fuck. I-” sir groans, his teeth scraping over Carter’s shoulder. “I can’t believe how good you are.”
“Sir.”
“Shhh. That’s it, sweetheart. That’s my good boy.” He glides his tongue over the places where he just bit Carter moments before, soothing the pain. “Is this what you wanted from me? What you needed? For sir to use you?”
“Yes!” Carter feels tears falling down his cheeks. He can’t stop smiling. “Yes. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“Fuck. Fucking hell.” Sir hooks his arm around Carter’s waist, tugging him up to his hands and knees. He puts a hand to Carter’s mouth and orders, “Make this wet.”
Wanting to keep being sir’s good boy, he hurries to slobber all over the man’s palm and fingers, even sucking on them greedily when sir presses them into his mouth. Sir groans before pulling his hand away.
Carter jerks in surprise when he feels the hand wrap around his hard cock that he had been trying his best to ignore. He gasps, his heart racing. “Sir!”
“Hush. Let me make you feel good.” Sir tightens his hold on Carter’s cock. “We’re practicing, sweetheart.”
“P-practicing, sir?”
“You obeying me. Your pleasure is mine. Remember?”
“Yes, sir!”
“So, if I want to make you feel good, you’re going to fucking feel good, and you’re not going to run away from me after. Understood?”
Carter nods rapidly, warmth pooling in his lower stomach. “Yes. Yes, sir. Yes!”
“Good boy. Now move for me.” Sir wraps a hand around Carter’s hip and guides him so he’s rocking back and forth, fucking into sir’s hand before stroking sir’s cock between his thighs. He sets Carter up with a nice, even pace before letting him move on his own, planting a hand on the mattress to steady himself while his other hand continues to stroke and squeeze Carter’s cock. Every movement makes Carter’s ass burn and his sore muscles ache. The pain pools in his gut, fuel to the fire of his arousal.
“Oh god, sir.Sir.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“So good, sir,” Carter cries. “So good. So good.”
“Are you going to come for me?”
Carter moves faster, starting to lose his rhythm. Remembering last night, he asks, “C-can I, sir? Oh, please. Please, can I?”
“Not yet.” Sir kisses the curve of his shoulder before trailing more up his neck. He nibbles on Carter’s earlobe. “Tell me how good it feels again.”
“Sir, so good. So, so good.”
“You want it? You like being used by me?”
“Sir,” he whispers, hanging his head between his shoulders. “Yes, sir… wanna – wanna make you happy, sir. Wanna be your good boy.”
The man behind him moans, his movements stuttering as he grips Carter’s hip again and holds him steady. It hurts when his thrusts get harsh enough to slap against Carter’s sore ass cheeks. He sobs, squirming and trembling, but he’s still achingly hard and desperate for release. It’s so good. So, so good.
It should be awful. It should feel like rape. But – but – it just – and Carter can’t – and - “Oh god, sir!” Carter whimpers. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Sir grunts, his hips snapping forward once, twice, then, “I’m gonna come. Fuck. Come with me, sweetheart. Show me how good you feel.”
Carter sobs a loud, “Sir!” before his back arches and his cock spills. He can barely feel sir’s hot, sticky cum coating the insides of his thighs as his mind soars up and away. He can barely hear sir’s soft, whispered praise. But he knows it’s all there, distantly, in the back of his mind, and it makes Carter feel…something.
Something he’s not going to run away from this time.
