Page 38 of Negotiation Tactics

He’s mad. But then, I also am because the idea of a no-hands orgasm sets my body on fire.

I answer him with a moan that sounds obscene even to my own ears. He seems to love it, because he snaps his hips forward and rams deep inside me. My head spins, and tears form at the corners of my eyes from how amazing it feels when he hits my prostate. He does it over and overagain, each time sending zaps of pleasure from my ass to my balls and cock.

“You are so beautiful, Josh. So tight and so hungry for me.” His fingers rub the area where his dick disappears inside me. “Tell me, did you think of me at all since that night?”

Shit, I can’t tell him the truth. It’s too embarrassing, too wrong, just like what we are doing now. “Yes…”

“I did too, I couldn’t forget you.” He punctuates that with a thrust that knocks the air out of my lungs. “I would imagine you with me in my bed. In this bed. Sucking my cock every morning and riding it at night as a reward. I’d spread your legs, and you’d watch me own you in the mirror over there.”

My insides squeeze as a flood of desire racks through me. Pressure builds inside me as his pace picks up, dominant and unforgiving. I feel so full, like I am his to do with as he wishes, and the added restriction from being cuffed to his headboard only fuels my arousal.

“That’s it, move with me,” he praises, slapping my left ass cheek when I start meeting his thrusts. “Take from me what you need, brat.”

His words are like an order I can’t turn down. My body is not mine anymore, it’s his, under his control. It does what he says, chasing after the pleasure like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. Like I won’t be able to survive unless I fulfill Alistair’s wishes.

“So good, you are amazing. Squeezing me so desperately. This is perfection. I’m so close.” His hands are all over me then, rough, demanding, greedy to touch everywhere they can reach. “Come for me now and milk me until there is nothing left.”

That does it, tipping me over the edge without him ever touching my dick. I spill with a roar on the luxury sheets, shaking and shivering as he keeps pounding me from behind. The bed moves, the cuffs’ chain clangs. My world narrows down to the sparks crawling under my skin, to the supernova exploding inside me.

“God, you are killing me,” he grunts, moaning gutturally as he climaxes inside me.

It’s indescribable, I’ve never felt anything like it, every spurt heightening my pleasure beyond what is bearable. He hugs me from above as his throbbing cock spills violently, chanting my name and sweet nothings while we both tremble and fall apart.

I don’t know how long it lasts, but by the end of it we collapse on his bed next to each other. The last things I remember before I close my eyes are his sweet smile as he pecks me on the lips and the sensation of his softening cock still inside me.

14

Josh

Iwakeuptothe sensation of hands massaging all over my back.

“Oh, fuuuuck, this feels amazing.”

Alistair chuckles and kisses my right shoulder blade. “Glad to have you back with the living, brat.”

I twist my head and meet his gaze. “I passed out? For how long?” Fuck, what about the party? Don’t tell me it’s over!

“Ten minutes or so.” He snakes one hand lower, groping one ass cheek first, then the other. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a plug, so I cleaned you up instead.”

A tinge of disappointment rolls across my body as I bite on my lip. Post-orgasm bliss softens the blow of having had sex with my enemy, and then the logic kicks in, reassuring me that I did it as part of my plan to get Alistair to let his guard down.

So far, so good, even if the morality of this is rather questionable because the part where it felt amazing wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Next time,” he promises, poking one finger along the rim of my entrance.

I clench and unclench it lazily, part wishing for a second round and part still hung up on the first. “You wish.This was a onetime exception because I just happened to be horny and you had the closest available meat stick.”

“Is that so?” He slaps my ass, making me wince.

“It is so. I just needed to scratch an itch.”

Humming, he stands from the bed and walks away somewhere, returning with my clothes. “It didn’t seem that way with the lovely way you begged me to fuck you. In fact, I bet you just got so horny, you had to come find me. It’s why you ended up in my room, isn’t it?”

Wow, does he really think that? But I mean, he’s only half-wrong…

I sit up and start dressing, realizing that my underwear is missing. “Where are my boxers?”

“They got ruined.” He grins. “But if you ask nicely and acknowledge that you can’t wait to play with my cock again, I’ll let you borrow a pair of mine.”

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