Page 249 of Bad for Me

Only when I’m satisfied — when there’s a small bump that shows me just how much water there is inside of him, when he’s moaning and trying to thrash — do I shut off the water. I take a deep breath, admiring him once more.

He’s everything I could’ve wanted.

I get down on my knees in front of him, leaning down and taking the tip of his cock into my mouth with a groan of my own.

Misha cries out and lifts his hips, probably instinctively.

I push down on his thighs. “No moving,” I tell him. “And you’d better not spill a single drop of that water.”

“Sorry,” Misha slurs.

Fuck. I don’t think he realizes what he just said. If only he’d instinctively added an honorific, it would be even better, but there’s time for that.

I take more of his cock past my lips, starting to suck hard as my fingers trace his now-bare balls. He’s so smooth now, and there’s nothing getting in my way when I start to suck him off.

Misha’s thighs tense underneath my hands, and I can tell how much he’s straining to remain still and to keep the fluid inside him. He makes amazing little sounds, even crying out when another cramp hits him.

I wonder how long he can keep the water inside him. I tentatively stroke his stomach and delight in Misha’s answering sob.

There’s always the risk I’ll end up with a nasty surprise if he can’t hold on, but I don’t think I have to worry.

It’s not like I’m going to let him come, after all.

Still, I give him everything I have, toying with his balls while I suck hard and let my teeth graze his cock. He moans and cries out and stays utterly tense to keep it all inside, and as soon as he’s on the verge, I pull back with an audible pop.

“Good slut,” I tell him, breathless and wantingmore.

“Please,” Misha begs, lifting his hips. “I can’t—I can’t?—”

“You can’t what, Misha?” I ask him, kneeling beside him. “Tell me. Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll let you get rid of it. Maybe I’ll even fuck you after… if you beg me.”

Misha shakes his head again, but he says, “Please, Master…”

“Good. Good slut,” I tell him again. I fumble with the ropes holding his ankles down, pausing before telling him, “I’m going to let you up. You’re going to go straight to the drain and expel everything. Then you’ll come back over so I can clean you up again. Will you behave? If not, if I have to catch you and tie you down again, I’ll fill you with twice as much and leave you here. Got it?”

Misha nods, but he’s in no position to be coherent. I have to trust that he’s well and truly gone right now.

I don’t think he’d be able to fake this reaction.

I guide him upright, and he cries out and stumbles into me, clutching his stomach.

“Over there,” I say, pointing at the drain.

Misha sobs, but he shuffles over awkwardly. Almost as soon as he’s in position, he expels everything. His face is blotchy with tears and beautiful humiliation.

My cock throbs in my pants. As soon as he’s clean…

I can barely even hold the showerhead because of how badly my hands are shaking. I soap up the loofah again, cleaning him quickly and rinsing him off so poorly that he still has soap suds on him when I choke out, “Against the wall. Now.”

Misha presses himself against the wall, his head against his arms. He thrusts his ass out and spreads his legs, fucking inviting me in.

So I take him.

I spread his ass cheeks and drive my cock right into his hole, thrusting up into him as he gasps and wails around me. I hold onto him and fuck him like a man possessed, all the while thinking about the way he’d twitched and whined and moaned beneath me as I’d sucked his cock.

God, he’s beautiful.

Misha sobs as I fuck him, but he also clenches his ass expertly. If he’d tried to tell me he’d never been fucked before, this alone would have proven him a liar. He knows exactly how to meet my thrusts and how to angle his ass so he’s getting me in as deep as possible.

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