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I squirmed around while he stared, flat out indulging myself in the sting he left on me. No question my new shorts trapped the heat more. They were thicker and tighter, still had that new clothes kind of roughness that tortured me something a little extra when I shifted against the bed and when my dick tried to shove its way free. It felt so damn good I couldn’t stand it.
“Why am I like this?” I whispered, and it wasn’t even really a question, at least not one I cared about the answer to, but fucking seriously though. Everything I hated in real life, being smacked around and shamed and cornered and trapped and told what to do, when real life went away and it was just me and The Beast, I loved all that shit more than anything.
He put one knee on the bed, leaning over me, and Ifeltthat shadow, crazy as it sounds, felt so goddamn safe when it slid over me, covered me up, hid me from everything. “You’re perfect,” he told me, reaching out and stroking his long fingers against the side of my face, and I swear he really meant that. He used his other hand to stroke up along my arm, warm and slow, kneading a little, spicing up my muscles, all tender and shit. When he got back up to my wrists, wrapping his fingers around, teasing again, I whimpered. “Still want—”
I was nodding hard before he even got the words out, and he laughed. Then he reached over to the table beside the bed, popped open his first-aid kit, and pulled out a roll of bandages. No lie, I might have fucking swooned a little, and yeah, maybe I wanted it more than I even realized.
I nodded again, kept nodding, so he didn’t even have to ask, and he climbed back on top of me. Leaning over me, covering me in his shadow, caving me up underneath his body, he took my hands and slowly, gently, carefully wrapped the bandages around my wrists, down my forearms, and back up again. Nottight, but tight enough I couldn’t get free, finally pulling back to look at his work.
Pretty obvious he liked what he saw.
“You look…” He paused and grinned. “Very kidnapped,” he finally told me, and yeah you know my dick got harder. Had a little something extra in the tank for that kind of filthy shit because I was totally normal. “Wanna see?”
I nodded again, and he swung one leg off me, moving long enough to give me a view in the mirror, my ass in bright white briefs and bright white bandages looking hot and horny and twisted, and Jesus Christ the fact I hadn’t come all over myself was a miracle. I swallowed hard and looked up at him. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked him, and I didn’t even think about how cliche that sounded, I just really wanted to know.
He smirked, slow and a little scary. “What Ishoulddo is tease every inch of you. Lick youjust a littleand touch youjust a little, until you’re ready to kill me. Until you’re crying and shaking and you ache so much you think you’re broken. Until you’re so hard you don’t even know if you’ll be able to come. And then maybe, if you’re very good, if I think you’ve learned your lesson, if you know who you belong to, I’ll fuck you so completely you’ll feel it in your goddamn teeth.”
I could feel my eyes getting wider the longer he talked, but I couldn’t fucking help it. Maybe one day I’d get used to him talking shit like that, but not today. Not any day I could imagine.
“Jesus Christ, Beast.”
“What are you going to say if you want me to untie you?” he asked, settling on top of me again, straddling my thighs, getting so close his dick rubbed against mine through our shorts, and I didn’t know how the fuck I was supposed to get any harder than this, but I trusted him. I totally believed he could hurt me that much, make me feel that good.
“Untie me, fucker.”
“Mmmhmm.” He hovered his hand over my dick, cupping but not quite touching, warming me up, making me crazy, daring me to lift up and rub off in his palm, and for some reason, I didn’t. For some reason, I said exactly what he wanted me to.
“Red. I’ll say red. I mean I won’t. But if I want to I will.”
“Good boy,” he whispered, and curled his fingers down, just barely stroking along my shaft. “Look how good you can be.”
“So good,” I agreed, even though that was bullshit, even though I wasn’t even sure Iwantedto be good. But his fingers teasing over me, dragging soft up to my tip and squeezing while his other thumb slid down the side of my neck tracing along my collarbone, over to brush my nipples, following my lines like a maze, this shit was intense. My whole body was zoning out and zooming in, and if this was what being good got me, I didn’t have many complaints.
My arms ached, but that was my own damn fault, I couldn’t seem to stop tensing them up, thinking about how much I wanted to touch him, how I couldn’t because he wouldn’tletme. Seemed like something that would piss me off, but that struggle lit me up instead.He wouldn’t fucking allow it.Yeah, that shit wasitfor me.
His hands played off each other, one teasing around above my waist and the other one down below, stroking my balls, tickling my ribs, and I did everything I could to stay still, let him be in charge. I mean, okay, maybe I pressed my feet against the bed and rode my hips around and made fucked up noises in the back of my throat, but other than that I wassofucking well behaved.
“I know you love belonging to me,” he said when his hands finally came together at my waist, spreading his fingers out across my abs, grabbing me hard at the hips. He dragged his thumbs along my waistband, teasing it down just a little. Just a fraction of an inch, but the tiny line of fresh skin underneath lit up when he touched me, and Jesus, how could I be so fucking desperate for someone I’d already had.
I nodded, thinking maybe he wanted an answer before he gave me more, but he just sat there, still quiet, still barely moving.
“You deserve that, you know. To be someone’s. To belong somewhere. To be owned hard and fucked hard and loved hard.”
That carved me out, that deep down, unexpected way his bullshit constantly got me, making my face burn and my eyes burn and my body burn. Making me so fucking uncomfortable, but I couldn’t turn away because he was too big and too strong, and he wouldn’t let me. Hemademe like it.
“Why you gotta say shit like that?” I finally muttered.
He smirked and tugged at my waistband again, not teasing this time, getting serious, pulling it up and over, letting my dick out to play. He yanked my shorts down to my thighs and stopped, and fuck, they trapped me a lot tighter than the raggedy ass, stretched out shorts I used to wear, and I was his all over, tied up and trapped and owned.
“You need to hear it,” he told me. He wrapped his hand around my cock, smearing precome around the head, and my lungs filled up so fast I had to go looking for my breath. “You like to hear it. You’re mine, baby. You belong to me. I will tie you up, lock you up, fill you up again and again until you believe it. Until there’s nothing in the world you believe more. How’s that feel?” he asked softly, sliding his hand up and down my shaft, all slick with precome, and I groaned. He was really goddamn clever at asking those double questions.
“Good,” I told him, shaking the word out, and I wasn’t even sure if I was pretending to answer only one thing or everything. I couldn’t even swear I was actually talking.
“Only good? We can do better than that.”
He leaned down for my lips and when I craned my neck up to meet him, he dodged me, went for my shoulder instead, and I squirmed around having a mild meltdown until I realized I could get my arms around his neck now. I lowered them down and looped them around him, stroking and clawing at his back and all the skin I could reach, trying to pull him back up to me.
I knew I could feel him laughing against me, his lips curling and teasing as he kissed his way across my chest, taking a long pause on both sides to lick and suck my nips until they felt raw, then heading lower. He kissed down my stomach, so fucking slow, not just a line, but zig-zagging all of me until there wasn’t an inch that hadn’t felt his lips. I loved how much I hated it, just tangling my fingers in his hair, riding it out, taking the twisted mix of punishment and reward.
