Page 42 of The Club

“That’s right.”

He lets go of my cock, allowing it to lie hard against my lower belly, the head rubbing against my crossed arms as my harsh breathing jerks my body.

He wraps the shock rings around my cock and balls. He grips my shaft and turns the power on.

I scream and jolt. My dick throbs in Dominic’s hand. It’s sore, but I want him to squeeze harder.

“Please,” I gasp when he turns the power off. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. Fuckingplease, Dominic, fuckme. Jesus Christ, I need—”

My words dissolve into moans as he removes the shock rings and starts stroking me. He leaves the shock pads on my inner thighs. He keeps the remote in his hand. But thank fucking God, he sets his cockhead against my hole and shoves inside.

I bow up in the swing, shouting, as he fills the empty, aching space inside me. He leans over me, reaching beneath to grab a handle. Then, finally, finally, finally, he fucks me.

He doesn’t talk to me this time. He just ruts me. I am taken completely out of myself. This whole fucking day—this whole fuckingweek—has led up to this moment: his cock plunging in and out of my ass in absolute carnal possession.

The sound of his cock in my cum-filled ass is filthy and divine. The chains creak. He grunts. I moan and cry out—then I scream as the shock jolts through me and I come.

My cock, pinned between our bodies, rubbed by his flexing abdomen, pulses and kicks between us, shooting out spurt after spurt of cum.

Dominic turns the power off and keeps fucking me. My mind doesn’t really exist at this point, only my body. I don’t expect to come again, but I do.

I moan and clench as my cock shoots out another load. Dominic growls and fucks me harder, straining and animalistic. I’m still coming, still spurting when he roars and explodes inside me, breeding me hard and deep as his hips punch forward, milking the last of my orgasm from me.

He strains and pumps, his cock kicking hard. His teeth rake my chest.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he jerks again, still coming. “Hnnn—fuck!”

When his orgasm finally releases him, he collapses over me, panting and twitching with the aftershocks.

I’m already fading as he lifts from me. I only murmur when his cock slides from my hole, spilling cum. My eyes close before he kisses me.

Maybe he thinks I’ve already passed out, but I’m still there in the last second as he whispers, “My God, you are perfect.”

FOURTEEN

Dominic

Unconscious in the swing, Rafael is bound and at my mercy for the second night in a row. Like last night, he’s vulnerable and beautiful, but I like this better than when he was in my killing cell.

His spent cock lies thick against his hip. His crossed arms and lower belly are smeared with his cum. My cum drips from his hole.

As for me, I’m also painted with his cum and still dizzied by my release. Holy shit, I thought I would never stop coming. My cock kicked and spurted inside him as my orgasm seized control of me.

I push my thoughts aside and start cleaning up Rafael and the equipment. I release him from the restraints. He murmurs, half waking as I pull him up. I get him hoisted onto my shoulder and carry him to the door at the back of the playroom. It’s another strange, altered echo of last night.

A set of spiral stairs with elegant track lighting leads to another door, which opens onto his bedroom. For the second night in a row, I lay his unconscious form in his bed. I pull the blackout curtains shut, then I slide in behind him. I pull him into my arms.

As he murmurs and settles, I get a strange, unfamiliar feeling. I don’t know what it is, but it feels, somehow,right.

***

I wake entwined with Rafael. He’s still asleep, so I lie still and listen to him breathe.

His arms tighten around me as he wakes. He needs me. I know that he does. The thing is … I might need him too.

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