Page 37 of The Contract

He’s breathing hard now, nervous but also curious. His anger is gone. For now.

When he’s kneeling on the bed, I step onto it behind him. I grab the padded leather cuffs. He lets me bind his wrists, but when I stretch his arms up to secure the cuffs to one of the overhead bars, he starts to fight. It’s too late, however, and it’s easy for me to get his cuffs attached to the bar.

I step down and grab one of his ankles.

“Hey!” he shouts and tries to yank it away from me. I slap his ass hard enough that it stings my hand. “Ow! You fucking asshole! You started all this! You shouldn’t have moved my stuff!”

The resurgence of his anger helps me calm down enough that when I secure his ankle binding to the frame, I make sure hiskneeling position is comfortable. That’s important—because he’s going to be there for a while.

I move behind the bed to secure Tristan’s other ankle. His ass cheek is red from my slap. His breathing is heavy. And yet, in the mirrors across from him, I watch his hard cock twitch upward.

My own cock is a stiff rod in my jeans. But it’s going to stay there. I’m too fucking angry.

I go to the cabinet and choose a curved, bulbous prostate massager. Tristan is looking over his shoulder, trying to see what I’m doing. I keep my back to him to block his view of what I’ve chosen. He probably thinks I’m looking for a whip or something, but I save that shit for the holding cell. I lube the massager then return to the bed.

Standing to the side of him so I can watch his actual face instead of his reflection, I position the toy against his hole. His lips part as he sucks in a breath. His eyes widen as I push the device into his ass.

When I turn it on, his stomach contracts and his cock jerks upward. It’s tempting to put it on a high setting so that his moans will be loud enough for me to hear in the weights room, but that might make him come. He’s not allowed to come until I return, so I keep the vibration low. It still has him biting his lip.

Then I walk to the door.

“Where are you going? Dante!” he shouts as I walk out. “You fucking prick!”

TWELVE

Tristan

By the time Dante returns, I’m hanging in the restraints. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I’ve leaked so much precum that there’s a puddle on the sheets. My abs are sore from being clenched.

He’s naked. Hard. He still looks angry, but I’m too far gone to worry about it. I just want relief. He walks to the cabinet. When I hear the sloppy sound of him lubing his dick, I shudder and leak another squirt of precum.

Please, I beg in my mind.Please.

I feel the mattress dip as he gets up on the bed behind me. My eyes lift to the mirror. I look so filthy like this. Tied up. Cock twitching. Precum running in a long thread from my flushed tip to that puddle on the black sheets.

I make a needy sound when one of Dante’s hands tweaks my nipple. His other hand is at my ass. When the vibration increases, my body jerks.

He kneads my ass then moves his hand to my balls. They’re so swollen and heavy. I moan as he rolls them in his hand. I arch as he tugs them. I leak some more.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he whispers as he dips his finger into the puddle. Then he sweeps that finger across my slit. I cry out, jerking forward with desperate need.

He reaches up and releases my bound wrists from the overhead bar. I pitch forward in his hold. He lowers me to the mattress. He tugs my hips up. My ankles are still bound, my legs spread.

The toy is still vibrating as he pulls it from me. My ass clenches and opens, my hole fluttering. I start to whimper and writhe at the awful emptiness.

“Please,” escapes my lips.

The broad, spongy head of Dante’s cock presses against my hole. I gasp and tremble as he just holds it there. I start to push back. I need him inside me. I need—

I moan loudly as he pushes into me, stretching my hole wider than the toy did. The penetration goes on and on as I moan and gasp. My fingers claw at the mattress. I strain against my bindings as he makes the slow, torturous glide into me.

I quiet, shuddering, when his pelvis meets my ass. He’s breathing hard now too. His fingers are digging into my hips.

One of his hands moves. I feel his fingers at my stretched hole as he explores our point of connection.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, then he starts fucking me.

It feels so good that I just give myself to it. To him. His cock tunnels into me, his flared cockhead raking against my walls. I cry out every time he grazes my prostate. It’s too much.

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