Page 51 of Our Blood, Our Pain

I’m sure you will, I think to myself. I don’t care. I mean, what can he possibly do to me that will make me feel worse than I already do? As I continue to watch the trees, Jules goes silent and I think he may have given up. That is quickly proven wrong when the sound of shattered wood fills the room, and I turn around to see Jules burst through my destroyed door. At least he’s a man of his word. I don’t move as he approaches me, getting in my face like he can demand things from me. But from the dark look honed in on him, I know I’ve pushed him too far. I can’t be mad about it though, he’s warned me. I just don’t care anymore. He can do what he wants.

I don’t resist when he seizes my wrists.

“I warned you. This is for your own good. You’re not a failure, Kai. But you will not defy me.”

His grip tightens like an iron vice, the pain triggering a hint of emotion in me. Excitement with a small hint of fear. Pulling me closer, the heat of his breath washes over my skin, his smell fills my nostrils, his cologne, and if possible, the scent of danger radiates off him. It fills my head with the comfort of home, but I fight it. Unwilling to allow him to put me under his spell, refusing to enjoy any part of this.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I’m unable to resist, too tempted to watch him as his dark eyes bore into mine. In a move not too different from his sparring tactics, he spins me around and presses me face first against the wall next to the window. The cold surface bites into my bare skin in contrast to the warmth of his body at my back. He raises my hands above my head and locks them together at the wrist, his large hand holding them in a hard hold. With his free hand, he aggressively pulls away my towel, leaving me completely bare and open to him. But still I don’t fight him.

With the same hand, he traces a path down my spine, slow and deliberate, building up the anticipation, reminding me of his control. I’m unable to withhold the shiver it elicits from me, my need to be defiant is warring with wanting to just submit to the feeling of how good this truly feels.

Then out of nowhere, a sharp stinging slap ricochets off my left ass cheek. I cry out at the sudden move, unable to control my reaction. But he’s a step ahead of me and sets a relentless pace, delivering one slap after another, each strike a punctuation lesson I’m being taught. That I’m his and I don’t disrespect or defy him. I feel a wetness against my face, realizing they’re tears. The sting has turned to a burning sensation that hurts so bad, but feels so good. I don’t know if I love or hate it, the line blurring between pleasure and pain.

“Are you going to defy me again?”

“No,” I gasp when another slap lands.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, no. God, yes,” I pant, my voice hitching as I try to latch onto one feeling, but I can’t.

“I love seeing you like this, Kai. So conflicted. A sobbing, needy mess.”

When he finally stops, his panting breath closes over my ear.

“Now, tell me. Who do you belong to?”

I want to say ‘you’, but the stubborn part of me that’s trying to keep some control so he doesn’t win this takes over.

“Myself.”

A harder slap across my now destroyed ass has me screaming out as I rise onto my tiptoes. Holy shit, I can’t keep this up.

“Again, who do you belong to?”

“You! You sadistic, controlling bastard!”

I hate him in that moment, hate how he makes me feel, but beneath the hate is a dark desire, an undeniable connection that left me wanting more. Always wanting more.

“Good. Now don’t move. Keep your hands above your head.”

I hear shuffling behind me, a belt hitting the hard floor and the sounds of clothes being removed. My heart starts to beat out of control. My dick that’s been hard the entire time, which I ignored, is rubbing against the wall and I’m dying to touch myself. It’s like being prevented from scratching an itch, making you crazy and a trembling mess.

“Suck,” Jules says as he pushes two fingers into my mouth. His naked body is pushed up behind mine, his cock rests against my crack where I automatically grind against it. Jules moans as I suck his fingers like a starved whore while gyrating on his cock like an experienced stripper. Spit drips down my chin and over his hand as he removes it and moves them to my ass, where he slides his fingers between my cheeks and pushes his slick fingers against my hole. I push back, but he doesn’t tease, he surges his thick finger forward, breaching the muscle until it’s knuckle deep inside me. The mild burn on my cheeks along with the internal burn of him stretching me is so overwhelming. It doesn’t take long for him to locate my prostate, his dick pounded it the other night like a dream, but his finger rubs it with such precision, I nearly jump in the air.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, more,” I groan as he torments my g-spot like an expert in prostate milking. His other finger quickly joins in on the action which turns me into a complete mess. The stretch, the pressure and prostate massage is so good, I’m already on the verge of coming.

“Turn around.”

Unsteadily on my feet, I lower my hands and turn to face him. Fuck he looks feral. The want in his frantic eyes for me pulls me up sharp. The intensity of it makes my stomach swoop. To have a powerful man like this want me so badly has all the negative thoughts shutting down.

“Hands back up over your head. Put this leg over my shoulder,” he says as he kneels on the floor in front of me. Oh my god. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I throw my right leg over his shoulder, my dick in his face and my ass wide open. Then, as only Jules can do, he has me howling in seconds, turning my brain into mush.

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