Page 57 of Crave Me

“No. It’s not that.” The hell it wasn’t. Motherfucker.

He frowned in thought. “You’re afraid you’re still raw and swollen?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been out for a couple of days during the move to this new location. I’ve had you treated since then, taken care of.” He pushed a finger into my ass and I struggled to force down my disgusted reaction as he began probing around next, twisting and curling, inspecting.

He abruptly pulled it free, then sucked it into his mouth, smirking at me as he licked off my taste.

“You’re fine. Well, it’ll be a little sore, but that will serve you well given your fondness for pain. You can take me without any permanent damage.” He grasped both my thighs and shoved them up. “You will feel me for days, though. But with your vowed submission, that should be extremely appealing to you.” He smirked. “I know it is to me.” He released my thighs and ordered, “Remain open to me. Hold, boy.”

He shifted his weight, grasped his giant cock with one hand, then grabbed my ass with the other, angling me roughly. He got his face up close, watching me intently for any sign of resistance or disgust—testing me to the max—as he eased into my hole, his thick crown stretching me open painfully. My cock jerked at the sensation.

“Show me,” he rasped as he pushed in another inch. “Show me that you’re mine now. Relax this hot little ass, welcome me in, pet.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to stop resisting.

“Ahh, yeah, there it is.”

He sank in deeper, stretching so slowly, drawing it out, making me feel him driving deeper and deeper, taking possession of more and more of me.

I tried to slip into that headspace that I had been since all of this insanity had started. With my meditation techniques, I’d been able to disassociate from it, from him and what his men had subjected me to. I hadn’t really been here, hadn’t been present for most of it.

I’d been in another place altogether, protected from the brutal and twisted reality.

Except… except when he’d murdered those women.

“Open your eyes.”

No. No. No.

When I didn’t right away, he grasped my cock. Hard.

They snapped open involuntarily, meeting his that were gazing deeply back at me.

“No slipping away.” He loosened his grip on my shaft and started stroking me sensually, flicking his thumb over the tip and teasing. “I’m not going to hurt you. So you can’t hide behind that, pretending you hate it, denying that you want me. I’m going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it, of being pleasured by me. You’ll come into my hand, you’ll fuck back on my cock lodged deep in your lovely asshole, all the while you’re looking deep into my eyes knowing that it's me fucking you, that it’s me whose touch and cock you’re succumbing to.”

Shit. No.

He angled his cock, hitting that sweet spot. It had me arching my back involuntarily.

He smirked and did it again and again until I was grinding my hips in response.

“There’s my special boy.” He slicked his tongue over my lips. “Open.”

I did, knowing he would only prolong this sick game if I didn’t.

And then he was sliding his tongue along mine, then delving inside my mouth, tasting me everywhere, making his claim.

He picked up his pace, plunging into my ass, angled just right, while he also stepped up the torment of my cock.

A groan left me as he forced pleasure from me.

“Ungh… fuck,” I cried out.

“Yeah, you’re letting me get really deep. No lube either. You’re absolutely desperate for my cock, Caleb. You opened so perfectly. You’re keeping your promise like a good boy.” He grunted as he took his pleasure. “I’m all about anal. Only with women, actually, until you. But this hot little hole of yours is far above all the rest. Holy hell, boy, you’re really something.”

He started jackhammering into me, his hand also becoming a violent whirlwind all over my cock.

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