Intense was the wrong word. Painful? No. Not exactly. I didn’t know what it was, but I looked up, and he was staring at me, his eyes all black, and his stare so intense that, for a second, I forgot to breathe.
“You’re my Daniel,” he said softly. “You’re mine and all mine. See? We belong together.”
He moved his hips, just a slow thrust, and my mouth howled.
“My Daniel,” he repeated as his grip on my wrists tightened. “All mine.”
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“Always,” he whispered.
“Do it.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You…” I rasped out as he gently pulled out, only to slam straight back in as my back arched, and my neck whined out breaths that sounded awkward and strained.
“Who?” he panted out as he truly started to move. Drawn out slides out and sharp pushes inside me. I could feel him, every little cell of his skin as he stroked my insides. There were nerve endings screaming as the pleasure met the pain, and somehow, it made it all into feelings I couldn’t quite explain.
“Charlie. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.” I panted as he thrust into my body, his forehead now wet with droplets of sweat.
“Jesus, Daniel, you’re… bloody perfect. Jerk yourself off, baby,” he demanded as I realised I was holding onto my own cock, my fingers trying to figure out the movements that usually got me off. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know what was important here as he closed his eyes and leaned up so he could grip my hips.
He pulled out and flipped me over, then tugged at my waist and positioned my legs until I was on all fours exactly where he needed me. Then his dick was back inside me, and I shouted out syllables and random words as he fucked me the way I had somehow imagined he would. Insane fast movements as he used me for his pleasure. He did because I had no control here, being flung around on the mattress with no will of my own. I tugged at my dick as my mind somehow went blank because I didn’t need to think here. I didn’t need to think at all.
“Daniel, my Daniel, oh fuck, baby, fuck, you feel so good.”
I didn’t need to think because I just needed to feel, and I could feel his hands on my skin. I could feel him all inside me. I would feel him tomorrow no doubt, feeling worn out and used. The words sounded dirty and perhaps abusive but then sat exactly where I needed them in my head.
“Fuck me!” I shouted out. “Show me how it’s done.”
“You’re taking my cock so well, baby. You should see yourself, my cock stretching your hole.Sofucking sexy, Daniel. So bloody good. Gonna come so hard…”
“Harder,” my mouth said. “Make me take that cock.”
“Want it deeper?” he hissed. “So deep, you’ll feel me for days?”
“Yeah…”
He somehow did, pushed so hard against my arse that my body just shivered. Hard violent thrusts that made my arms give out as my body fell against the mattress and his chest landed heavy on my back as he kept thrusting inside me.
“Spread your legs wide, baby. Take all that cock.”
I couldn’t speak, helplessly trapped underneath him as his hand pushed underneath me to tug at my dick.
“Can you come into my hand as I fuck you?” he whispered. “Can you do that for me?”
I just whined.
“I think you can. Be a good little cock-slut for me. Come into my hand.”
Nothing. He fucked me. I was full of him. All of him. My beautiful, beautiful Charlie.
Then somehow everything moved faster, and my mind turned over into darkness. Every muscle in my body tensing into sharp angles as my cock twisted and jerked, his hand over my own around my desperate cock as he stilled around me, breathing far too fast into my ear. I came, in painful squirts of madness, as he stroked every drop out of me into his hand.
“Daniel,” he whispered. “Daniel, Daniel,My Daniel.”
I said nothing. Muted with all senses on some kind of overload. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but look into his eyes as he curled around my front and laid his head next to mine. His hand in mine, lacing our fingers together, all of them coated in my come, his body as close to mine as he could get.