Page 123 of Boys Who Taint

“So tense … Having regrets already?” I can hear him smile. “You forget that I have no limits, and neither does your body, which was fucking made to be used by me.” He suddenly leans over and pushes the ball gag back into my mouth. “Bite on this. Drop it and I’ll spank you until your cheeks are so goddamn red you won’t be able to sit for a week without thinking of me.”

I try to see what’s going on, but the darkness is all-consuming, and it’s slowly eating away at my sanity. What is he going to do to me, what are his plans for my body, how many ways is he going to corrupt me, will I ever be able fuck Grey without thinking of my Ghost instead?

I whimper when he suddenly pulls out of my ass and pushes in something else instead, something pointy and hard, and covered in jelly.

“Pucker that ass for me, little slut. Take this plug and keep it in there so I can train you.”

Train me?! Is he out of his goddamn mind?

The fullness of the plug makes me moan into the ball, and I bite into it to keep it from falling.

“Harder, Aspen. I know you can do it,” he whispers.

I brace myself against the wood as he slowly pushes it in, the thickness of it nearly too much to take.

“Take it. Take it all the way. You’ll have to if you’re going to be able to fit me.”

My eyes burst open.

Oh my God.

Fit him? Is he that huge?

I can’t comprehend what’s happening until finally the plug is sucked in and another moan spills out of my mouth as he settles it in place and adds a spanking which reverberates in both my ass and pussy.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he groans. “It’ll feel even better with my cock up your pussy, but we’ll get to that part soon enough. First, you’ll suck me as fast as you can talk.”

The casual dig, as if he knows me, grinds my gears.

He approaches my face and pulls the ball from my mouth, tucking it into his pocket, before he tilts up my head and looks down at me with those devil red eyes. Contacts, I’m sure, to hide an identity so I don’t tell the world what kind of monster he truly is.

Someone I know.

Someone I might trust.

Uses me as a toy for his pleasure.

And I agreed.

“You look so pretty with drool slathered all over your face,” he says with a low, uncanny voice, and he swipes his fingers across my chin before pulling down my lips.

I open my mouth, only for him to slip inside, deeper, deeper, deeper until his knuckles hit my teeth, and my gag reflex makes him smile.

“That’s my good little slut.”

I frown. “I’m not yours!”

“No? But you are a good little slut, that much you agree with.”

The arrogance. Fuck.

It’s almost the same as … Apollo.

Could it be him?

He pulls out again and zips down, the sight of his massive cock glinting in the dark because of his piercings that are very hard to miss. I can’t tell if they’re in the same place as Apollo’s or Grey’s, and it annoys the fuck out of me that he kept the lights off purposely.

He grips my hair harshly. “Now be a filthy little slut and stick out your tongue for me.”

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