Page 17 of Unsettled
“Then fucking do something,” he growls.
Tsking, I run my nails up his back, before fisting his hair and pushing his face into the mattress. “Do you talk back to your Master?”
He tries to squirm away and I hold him down. “You're not my Master.”
“No,” I reply softly, leaning over him. “You should be afraid of me for that reason alone. Because I don't have to care about you or your feelings, or if you get off.”
He whimpers.
The naughty little puppylikesthe idea. He wants to be nothing but a hole for my every desire… One day, we're going to have to test that out.
I up the intensity of the vibrations and reach into the bag again, pulling out a knife. Softly, I drag the edge across his shoulders, down his spine and hips, and then back up. Faint white lines appear on his skin, and the urge to make him bleed is relentless. I don’t want to hurt him—this time—so I’m careful with how deeply I cut him.
The rivulets of blood skating down his shoulders and around his hips have my cock aching with need, as I listen to his cries of pleasure-pain. I make sure to vary the speed at which the plug vibrates in his ass as I mark him.
Some dark part of me wants to mark this boy up permanently, leaving a piece of myself on him for all to see, but the last thing I need is to be at war with Il Padrone for staking a claim on what’s not mine...
Curbing my desire, I increase the speed of the plug once more, making him shake and moan on the bed as I watch his blood dry up, the shallow cuts needing more stimulation in order to continue oozing.
“What do you need, Cucciolo?” I ask, undressing fully.
“Fuck me,” he says. “Please.”
“Do you think you deserve my cock? After all, you’ve been very naughty today, seducing me during an important meeting, whining and writhing on the bed like a whore…and still,” I sigh, “you refuse to give me what I want.”
“I’m not fucking begging,” he snaps.
“How disappointing.”
Grabbing my belt, I fold it in half and give it an experimental flick of my wrist. Just the sight of Emilio’s perfect ass right there, asking to be spanked, has my blood pumping and my cock throbs with the ache to be in him. I force myself to take a breath and steady myself.
“Brace yourself,” I warn him.
The bloom of red across his fair skin is gorgeous, and it makes me want to see him marked up completely.
Over and over again, I whip him, listening to his small cries of pleasure-pain, watching as his ass turns from a lovely shade of pink to a rosy red. The strike from the belt, and his wiggling body, reopen the cuts on his hips and make the blood flow once more.
Dropping the belt to the ground, I step into him, pressing my leaking dick against his hot ass cheeks. He cries out, and I reach around him to fist his slick cock, enjoying the feeling of his sticky pre-cum all over my fingers.
“Are you going to come for me, naughty puppy?” I ask.
Picking up the remote, I lower the intensity of the plug to a nice buzz.
“Please… Hollis, please…”
I hum. “As much as I love hearing my name on your lips…”
We can both hear his unsaidSir, and it drives me crazy. Never before have I ever wanted to be that for someone. It’s almost a need to hear him acknowledge my place with him, but it’s not a right, so I don’t push.
“If you come,” I tell him gently, “I’ll fuck you. Do you want that?”
“Please…” he says, in a sob of desperation.
Upping the vibrations once more, I fist his cock, jerking him off quickly. He shakes and moans, his body shuddering as his head lifts from the bed as he comes.
Gathering as much cum in my hand as I can, I quickly remove the plug and shove my fingers inside him, fucking him with his own release. The sight of being three fingers deep in his sweet ass is almost too much.
Pulling out of him, I ignore his cries of protest as I turn off the still-vibrating plug.
