Page 36 of Blood Spilled
I unbutton his pants and yank them down his thighs and smile when he lays bare in front of me. His hard cock is flexing against his stomach dripping precum. I lick my lips, suddenly starving. As much as I want to taste every part of his body, I need to be inside him more. I lift his legs up in the air, exposing his wrinkled pucker. I press my fingers to it, watching the spit fall from my mouth and slide down his winking hole. “Mmm, have you touched yourself?”
He shakes his head, panting with flushed cheeks. “No, you are the last person that touched me there. I only removed the plug.”
I drop more spit on his hole and rub it in, coursing sweet moans from his lips. With my other hand, I give his cock a few tugs. “What about here?”
“No, Master, that belongs to you as well.”
“Good boy. I love it when you're vulnerable and helpless in front of me. Trapped on a swing with nowhere to go. Who do you belong to?”
“No one.”
I slap my hand against his right ass cheek, causing him to yelp. “Wrong answer, try again. Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“That's right and now I'm going to use you for the hole you are. Would you like that, my little cum slut?”
He nods enthusiastically. “Can you stop talking and fuck me already?”
I slap my hand against his ass cheek again. “Watch that mouth of yours. I know you can't help it sometimes, but do try.”
“That doesn't sound like any fun. I think you enjoy it more than you lead on.”
He's right, I love when he's obedient and sweet, but I also love when he's crude and bratty. It gives me a reason to punish him and I have a feeling he enjoys the pain as much as I enjoy giving it. I spit on my hand, slicking up my cock with saliva. I didn't give too much thought in coming here so I hardly came prepared, but I knew my little mouse liked it rough. I line my tip with his entrance and slowly push in. His face scrunches up in discomfort, but his body becomes more relaxed the further I push in. “That's a good boy. Take it all for your master.”
“More,” he pleads.
“So greedy for it, aren't you? Tell me what I want to hear, mi mascota.”
He smiles wide and it's beautiful and wicked. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me until I'm screaming in pain and pleasure. Ruin me for anyone else.”
He won't be the only one ruined here. My body will only move for him, my lips will only beg to taste his and my heart will only steady when he is nearby. I can't tell him that though, but I don't think I have to, judging by the way he is staring at me, taunting me with beaming eyes that hold a gleam of victory.
All that does is cause me to drive into him harder and faster. I squeeze his thighs, fucking deeper into him, causing his body to shake. I lower my legs, thrusting upward, going deeper inside his tight channel. His head falls further back. Suddenly his legs goslack against me and I know I've found his spot. I continue to hit it over and over, loving the way he shakes and mewls,
“That's right baby, let go for your master. Give yourself to me.”
I twist at his hard nubs and he goes completely boneless, shutting his eyes and letting his head dangle. I fuck him harder and faster, letting him drift off into subspace. I've seen someone go into it more than once before at a party. Only I never experienced it for myself with a partner and watching him this way is a thing of beauty.
“Time to wake up now, little mouse. Wake up for me. His eyes blink open and his head lifts again. “Hey there, mi mascota. Are you back with me now?”
Unintelligible sounds come from his mouth and I can already see him drifting off again. “That's it baby, go ahead and let go. Master has you.”
I fuck slower and deeper, making sure to keep hitting his sweet spot, making his body go limp again. “Looks like someone went away again. That's okay, baby boy, soon you will learn to trust me the way your body does. Come back for me now, baby. Wake up for me.”
I rub my fingers against his legs and his eyes flash open again. “Ohhh.” He moans and mewls as I continue to thrust my hips forward. “You ready to cum for me?”
He nods, not meeting my eyes. I reach for his cock, stroking him in slow and steady motions. “Go ahead, baby boy. Come for me.”
His body convulses and his cock twitches in my hand, shooting cum all over his taut stomach. I continue fucking him, chasing my own release, his tight hole tugging on my cock in the best ways. Since I've held back this whole time, it doesn't take me long to come inside him. Watching him slip into subspace like that almost had me losing it right there.
Warmth fills the pit of my stomach and my body tenses as I fill him up with my cum. This is the way it should always be. Me and him reaching euphoria together, fueled by our hate and passion. I release his legs and pull him up against my body, and his face rubs over my chest. “That's it, baby boy, I got you. Master's got you.” I rub circles into his back as he sobs against me.
“That was ... God, Angel, it's almost like I was floating, like I was ...”
“Touched by an Angel?” I snicker and he is too lost in his own pleasure, still coming down from his orgasmic high to pay me any mind. I lift him up from the swing and carry him in my arms, pressing kisses against his sweaty forehead. “Just relax against me baby, I got you.”
“Angel, I ...” his words trail off and he closes his eyes.
