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His hand came down on my other ass cheek, evening out the sting. I didn’t say a word, so he kept going, smacking me harder and harder until I cried out from the pain. Well, less from the pain of the spanking and more from the pain of having no friction. No movement. Nothing for me to grind my cock against in a desperate plea for orgasm.
“Fuck,” I moaned, trying to slide forward and grind against the bed only to be stopped by Shan’s iron grip. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come, Shan.”
“It’s not a punishment if you’re allowed to come.”
His tone was matter of fact, but I heard him grab something from the side table. I nearly cried in relief when the cool slickness of lube was pressed against my hole. He teased my entrance for a few moments before sliding one finger inside me. The stretch was a blessing and a curse, a minor victory while simultaneously not being anywhere near enough. Whimpering, I pressed back to take more, but he kept me in place. “What did I say? It’s not a punishment if you get to come.”
Struggling harder against him, his hand only gripped me more firmly, one finger pounding my ass and curling to touch the spot that made my back arch. If he didn’t let me come, I might die. Not literally, but gods damned close enough. Sometimes he didn’t, though, so I never knew what was coming. If he was going to deny me or not.
“Please let me come today,” I begged. “I won’t be able to see her again if I’m all needy like this. It’ll make me too hungry.”
“Who says I’m giving you permission to see her again?”
The pained whimper that ripped from my chest at the thought clued me in to just how fucked I was. Freya had inched her way under my skin with only two meetings, and I was desperate to explore her. Find whatever she was hiding and help her feel like she didn’t have to hide it anymore. At least not from me. Not to mention how she made me more aroused than anyone else I’d ever encountered, with no effort on her part. Her energy called to me. She was the embodiment of temptation, more than I was, even.
“If I say you’re never allowed to go back to Club Chaos, will you listen to me?” Shan grunted. He’d caught on to my feelings and slid another finger into me, finally giving me a tiny pinch of stretch. “I’m your superior, after all.”
His other hand came down on my ass with a crack and I cried out, the skin stinging and tender from the abuse. “You wouldn’t do that,” I claimed.
“What if I want her all to myself?”
An image flashed across my eyelids as I slid them shut, grinding hopelessly. Freya’s pale skin splayed against Shan’s chest, her shimmering grey hair tossed over her shoulder as she rode him. His fingers spread out and holding her ass, helping her to bounce. I would watch them from across the room, my hand stroking my cock as I got drunk off their lust. Maybe Shan would let me join in, eventually, once he’d teased and taunted me enough that my eyes went black with need.
I’d known he was into her, but I couldn't believe that he’d admit it.
“You’ll give me a chance to win her over, too.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Because then you’ll be able to use her to torment me more. You’re too much of a fucking sadist to pass that up.”
Another smack cracked against my sore ass, halfway proving my point. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole, meeting little resistance. I groaned as I forced my ass back onto his length, taking it to the base and grateful to be permitted to move. If only for a little while.
“If I’m a sadist, you’re a masochist. You piss me off on purpose. Maybe not with the debacle today, but the amount of other times you fucked around just so you would have me smacking your ass…”
I wouldn’t deny it because he wasn’t wrong.
The prickle of his shaved pubic hair irritated the sensitive flesh of my ass as he rocked into me. His movements were tortuously slow, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. They would fade within the hour, but I would always have the memory of what they looked like on my skin. Sometimes I took pictures, hiding them in private folders so Shan wouldn’t find out how obsessed with them I was. I was pretty sure he knew, regardless of my efforts to hide it.
When he kept up his slow rocking, hitting my prostate but not pounding it how I liked, I grew increasingly frustrated. Sweat gleamed on my arms from the effort of holding myself up but not moving. He’d stopped letting me slide back against him almost immediately after I took his entire length for the first time.
“How do you do this?” I said, groaning. “So good… please fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.”
“You know what I fucking mean.”
That earned me a sharp smack on the ass, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he grabbed a handful. His hips snapping forward once accompanied the smack, giving me a taste of the pounding that I enjoyed more than anything else. A groan tore out of me and I took advantage of his decreased grip to slam myself back against him. I whimpered, grinding back and keeping him deep when his hand came back to my hip.
“Good gods, Cas, you’re bratty and desperate today.”
He pulled all the way out and pushed back in, watching me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to curse him out or devolve to full on begging. Both options sounded appealing. Lucky for me, he kept moving after the one thrust, slow at first but his pace picking up with every thrust. Even Shan’s iron restraint had limits, and we’d reached them for today.
“Fuck, yes, Shan…”
