Page 109 of Unspoken Rules

“Do you understand?”

I grit my teeth and don’t answer. I can’t because I don’t believe him. He spanks me again. It hurts, bringing tears to my eyes. Not enough to make him stop though. We never talked about safe words or anything like that, but I know if I asked him to stop, he would.

I don’t want him to. I like this. It’s freeing, relieving in a strange sort of way.

“Do you understand?” he repeats, this time more slowly.

Still, I don’t answer.

He yanks me up to my knees with his arm around my waist, pressing his bare chest to my back. He grabs my dick, stroking me slowly. I rest my head against his shoulder as he gives me the pleasure I really need. It’s teasing. He does it until I’m thrusting into his hand, silently begging for him to make me come.

Then he stops.

“I said, do you understand?” he growls into my ear, nice and low.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.

He chuckles a low, dark sound, gripping my dick again and bringing me to the point of coming, but stopping.

“Damnit, Cole!” I whimper. He holds me tighter to him, his breathing ragged.

“I need you to understand me, Bryson. Understand that she. Means. Nothing.” He kisses my shoulder, hand grasping my dick again. All he does is hold it. Torturing me. “I would never lie to you. I could have, but I didn’t. This would have been easier had I denied it all. But I won’t do that to you. I will never lie to you.”

His hand slides down to grip my balls and he massages them. I shiver, biting onto my lip.

“Please let me come,” I whisper.

I think I’m going to die.

“Tell me you understand.”

He strokes me slowly, teasingly from root to tip. He drags his finger along the slit of my cock, dragging the pre-cum to the underneath of my crown and rubs it in.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out.

Fuck, that feels good.

“You like that?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Tell me you understand that I’m telling you the truth, and I’ll keep doing it.”

Fuck, why! Why does he have to be like this?

I’m honestly not sure why I won’t just say it. I believe him. I hate it, but it’s true. I believe that she means nothing to him, but that doesn’t matter. She means nothing to him now, but she’s still there. He still fucked her. She’s still a woman that he doesn’t have to hide with. She still wants him! Still has a chance to have a normal relationship with him—something I don’t and never will have.

If I just tell him I understand, if I just say that one word, he’ll let me come.

But I like this torture from him. I like that he knows my body so well he can keep me on edge like this. I can’t even do this to myself, and trust me, I’ve tried. Most of all, I enjoy this torture. The punishment. Leaving my fate up to him. Being out of control and trusting him to handle it for me.

“Bryson…”

“Yes!”

He hums a sound of approval, kissing my neck.

He grips the head of my dick a little firmer, still rubbing that spot underneath that is driving me absolutely insane.

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