Page 30 of Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones

“I’ve finished,” he said, placing the soap back on the shelf.

“Thank you,” I said as I stepped towards him and gripped his chin. “Have you finished being a bad little boy?”

“Yes,” he replied, his tone a little breathy.

“Good. Now strip and get in here.”

I’d never heard him move so fast. In seconds he was crowding me back against the wall, the tiles cold against my back. I grabbed his wrists, spinning him and pressing his front against the cool tiles. He gasped as his skin touched the porcelain. I kicked his legs wide and pressed his wrists into the small of his back, pinning him in place.

The water pummelled against my back as I pressed in against him. I gripped his wrists tighter, pushed against his back harder until he could feel the bite of pain constricting his ribs. “Not today, baby boy. Today I’m going to fuck this tight little ass until you’re screaming my name.”

With my free hand, I trailed a line across the curve of his ass cheek so softly that it would barely register as a touch. I wanted him focussed on the pain. I wanted my touch to feel like a fucking tease.

“Korbin,” he begged. “Please.”

“You beg so prettily,” I hummed.

He squirmed against the tiles, trying to find some friction and relief. I couldn’t have that.

I brought my hand down on his ass and the sound was a loud crack that echoed in the large shower stall.

A yelp that morphed into a groan left his lips. “Fuck.”

I spanked him again. “No curse words, baby.”

“Sorry.”

“My, you have been a naughty boy today. Perhaps I shouldn’t let you cum.”

He whimpered and squirmed in my hold. “Please. I’ll be good.”

“I know you will,” I said as I slid my finger down his ass crack towards my prize. “Stay still while I work you open.”

His fingers flexed beneath my hand, and I felt him relax against the wall.

“Good boy.” Then I thrust two fingers deep inside him without warning.

He exhaled fast and violent, like he was retching up oxygen, but he didn’t move. He just stood there and took the assault, letting me work him open until he was ready to take my dick.

“Korbin.”

My name was a choke escaping his throat.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Want my dick in your tight little hole?” I pushed against his prostate, loving the way he quivered beneath my touch.

“Fill me up,” he begged. “Own me.”

I pulled my fingers out and lined the head of my cock up with his entrance. “That’s right, baby. This ass is mine.”

Then I pushed inside him with one, long steady thrust. The achingly familiar feel of him wrapped around me and a growl left my lips. It was moments like this that I wished I could see. I could feel his desire humming under his skin, hear his reactions, but oh, how I wished I could see the way he looked in the throes of pure pleasure.

“You feel so good,” I rasped out.

“Harder,” he breathed. “Give it to me harder. Make it hurt.”

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