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Albion let out a small growl as he licked my neck, and hot precum leaked down the sides of my cock, driving me wild.
“I’m going to give you something to think about the next time a man tells you to let him in your ass. Something to give you some courage to tell him to fuck off.” Albion spat the words in my ear, and this time he did sound angry.
I gasped as he pushed me back so that I had to catch myself from falling onto the counter. He latched his mouth around my nipple and sucked, then slowly began to bite, just the way he had on my neck, cranking his jaw tighter until I thought I was going to shake apart. I’d had hair removed from around my nipples today, nothing too visible, but it was enough that this lit up the inside of my brain and made me feel like I was melting. My cock pulsed, a magic wand that was barely connected to the rest of my body.
Fuck, I wanted him to play with it.
I trembled my way through the same treatment of my other nipple, and he was clearly on a mission to prove something. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he nipped his way up to my neck and began to suck bruises around it. He was giving me what would eventually be a plum-colored necklace I couldn’t remove, and I fucking loved it. The pressure, the pain, the heat of his determined mouth on my skin—it was a vicious delight.
When he dropped his hand to my dick and began to flick his thumb gently over my cockhead, I let out a sound that was close to a scream, but he didn’t stop or even look up from his work. He kept plastering his marks across my skin. I trembled from the tips of my toes to the top of my head when he bent and sucked a deep bruise directly over my heart.
He didn’t even like me, according to him, so what did that mean?
I gave up trying to work out his motives and basked in the rush of warmth that was starting to take over the pain he plastered onto my body. It was all beginning to feel good. My limbs were loose and my breathing was a wreck. My skin dripped with sweat.
I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t hard, could barely twitch without wanting to come.
Albion pushed me back farther until I was almost flat on the counter and nibbled his way across my abs until he got to the newly smooth area directly above my cock. He glanced up at me and sucked hard near the root of my shaft. The stubble on his chin grated on my wood, sending sparks of needy fire careening through my groin and belly.
This was it.
This was the way I would die.
I whimpered and rocked my hips, and he went back to holding me firmly in place so he could do whatever he wanted to me—the way he should. I belonged to him.
When he was finished torturing that spot, he glanced up and grinned. “Look at you, you pretty slut. Aw, you can’t keep these thighs closed, and this is what happens when you don’t. Some bad man—” He nipped the spot he’d been sucking, and tears slid out of the corners of my eyes. “—will come along and take advantage of you.”
“They’re only open for you, Sir,” I whispered, not sure where the courage had come from.
Albion’s eyebrows quirked, and with a small smirk, he dropped to his knees. I got the feeling he hadn’t even been trying yet. He laid a line of deep reddish welts along the inside of my right thigh, evilly ignoring my weeping cock, which was only leaking slightly less than my eyes. I didn’t mean to be crying, but I was having trouble seeing him through the constant stream of tears that began to roll down my face.
I wasn’t sure why this was happening because I felt like I was being tossed around in a cloud. Soft waves of ecstasy lapped at me and almost sent me over the edge time and again, especially when he locked his lips on my skin and sucked hard. He did the same thing to the other thigh, and I yelped when he attacked the back of my left knee.
“It’s ticklish, Sir,” I growled out, almost kicking, and he left that alone, thank God, but the amused gleam in his eyes had me worried he would remember that for later.
He kissed up high, near the vee of my left leg and groin, and I snapped. My right hand drifted toward my cock, and he snagged it.
“No,” he said simply, then sucked and bit until a bruise formed on the back of my hand. I thought I was going to come watching his tongue swipe across my knuckles, and then he did the same thing to my other hand until they matched. I wouldn’t be able to do anything tomorrow without thinking of this moment. These bruises weren’t to show off to anyone else, they were a reminder to me of his authority.
His power.
His control over me.
He nipped my knuckles. “I was going to blow you, but then you tried to touch something that belonged to me,” he said, tone cold.
“No, no, no, please, Sir.” I whimpered and shook and sobs racked me. My cock was so hard. It was all I could concentrate on. I’d never felt like this—good and terrible and strange all at once.
Albion smirked. “On your feet for your punishment.” He tugged on my hand.
“Yes, Sir.” I nearly crumpled to the floor when my feet touched it, but he kept me upright and turned me to face the counter. I clung there for support, cock bobbing in front of me, the center of my universe.
He pushed me farther forward, and I squealed when he spread my asscheeks, then began to suck a love bite on my right cheek in the crevice. I wouldn’t be able to sit, stand, or walk tomorrow without a subtle ache reminding me of him. I pounded my fist against the counter and cried out, but he didn’t stop, only moved to do the same thing to the other side. Albion seemed to like symmetry.
An overwhelming ecstasy forced another sob out of my throat as Albion finally swiped his tongue over my hole. I collapsed forward and hung there, held in place mostly by Albion’s hands on me as he devoured my asshole. I’d never had anyone touch me quite this way. It was sloppy and wonderful and dirty. He shoved his tongue inside me, and I loved the sensation of being penetrated by his warm heat, so much better than a toy.
My cock pulsed—so close.
Almost there.I thrust back against him, and he slapped my asscheek but didn’t stop me from doing it.
