Page 12 of Blood Spilled
One time won’t hurt, but I can already feel the lie before it even enters my mind. His skin is soft and warm beneath my fingers. Even left in a cold room, his body is still sending off heat. I reach behind me and detach the sleeve from the wand and slip it over his shaft. The vibrations from his body have me aching to touch him more. “Turn around, on your hands and knees.”
He doesn’t move for a long time and keeps his gaze toward the ground.
“I said get in position, this will be the last time I ask nicely.”
He takes his sweet time complying to my demands. His ass is up in the air with his pink hole completely on display to me, hair sprinkled around the wrinkled flesh. My mouth is nearly salivating, and I have to bite down hard to keep from drooling on the floor.
His tight heat calls and I hate how much I want to surround myself in it. I squirt more lube onto my fingers, warming it the same way I did before. I’m not sure why, but something deepinside me hates the idea of causing him any kind of discomfort right now, even from cold lube. I shouldn’t care, but I’m too lost in this moment to overthink it and decide to let my instincts take over.
His hole twitches when my finger presses against his pucker. I slowly push it past his entrance, enjoying the warmth surrounding and how tight he's squeezing around me. I slide it back and forth before shoving it further in, going past his sphincter. He pushes his ass back, whining, and I continue to fuck him with one digit a few times before adding a second finger.
He is a panting and desperate mess by the time I add the third one. “So, fucking needy for it aren’t you? Maybe this is what you needed all along. Don’t worry little mouse, I’ll take such good care of you, no one else will ever be able to. Your own hands won’t ever be enough again by the time I’m done with you. You will only want me. Crave me.”
I grab the egg-shaped vibrator, drenching it in lube, warming it in my hands before pushing it inside his hole. It goes in easy, with not much effort. I make sure it's nice and deep, and tug at the string a little with my fingers causing him to mewl. I grab the remote from my pocket, pushing the low vibrating mode.
The muscles in his thighs bulge as he rocks back and forth on his knees. “Ahhh.”
I reach around his front, moving the sleeve up and down his straining cock, causing more unintelligible sounds to escape his lips. I lick at the shell of his ear as I continue to stroke up and down his cock with the sleeve. I stop long enough to grab the wand from behind me. I made sure to put brand new batteries inside. I plan on milking his prostate until he can’t stand it, while also leaving him wanting more.
I attach the wand to the sleeve, switching on the light vibration mode. “Oh fuck,” he says, rocking his hips forward. I set thewand on the floor and press my finger against the plug, while I rest a palm on his lower back.
“Ohhh.” His legs shake and the muscles in his neck are bulging as he stretches out his limbs. His release shoots out, covering the floor in white drops of cum.
“Mmm, look how yummy that looks.”
He whines some more. “Please ... It’s too much.”
I laugh. “Shhh … you can handle it. I know you can. Do it for your Master. You want to please me, don’t you?” I ask, continuing to push the plug in and out, increasing the vibration speed on both the egg and wand.
“Ohhh, God.”
“No, no God here. Only Angel. “
His body is a trembling and shaking mess. He is practically collapsing to the floor after his orgasm. I press the off button on the wand, sliding off the sleeve and turning off the plug next, slowly twisting and turning it until it slips out free between his cheeks.
“You made quite the mess. I think you better clean it up. He looks back at me, completely spent and with his eyes half lidded. “If you want those things you asked for, you better get moving.”
Santiago stares at the cum on the floor. “How?” he asks breathlessly, wrinkling his brow.
“With your tongue, sweetheart. How else?”
He stares at me with a look of hesitance and I point at the floor again, more firm than before. “Do it, now.”
Without another word, he scoots back and leans his face against the floor, swiping up his cum with his pretty pink tongue. His legs are shaking, and his tongue moves faster, lapping up the mess. I press a palm to his lower back. “Good, little mouse. Keep on eating. You know, I think I’ll have a little snack myself.”
I spread his cheeks apart with my hands and dive between them, lapping at his pucker. He pushes his ass back toward myface and I thrust my tongue inside his overworked hole, tasting him and enjoying the warmth of his walls wrapping around me. I plunge in deep and quick as his body writhes against the floor as he presses his face into the wood boards.
His body shakes and his hole tightens, but I already know he has nothing left to give. I swipe my tongue a few more times against his trembling walls before pulling away. His body falls to the floor and I stand up, adjusting myself. I have more than enough visuals to help bring me to my own orgasm when I’m back in my room. “Goodnight, sweet mouse.”
I grab the toys and lube from the floor before exiting out of the room with a huge grin on my face and the taste of him still fresh in my mouth.
Eleven
Santiago
Feeling shameful for coming so much, I curl up in the cage, rubbing my body on the bars so the hard, cold metal covers every place he's touched. I want it all off me. I'm getting too used to those damn warm hands and how much better they feel compared to anything else in this fucking room. Even the scratchy blanket with cold air seeping easily through the large holes between stitches. I tried to fight my orgasm but they hit me hard anyway, leaving me boneless and more at his mercy.
I've never felt so fucking pathetic as I did when I was pushing my ass into his hot, soothing mouth. The toy and his fingers had stretched my hole, leaving a dull ache behind and his tongue eased the discomfort. Fuck him. I hate him and his fucking punishments. I hate his sympathy, small acts of what he considers to be kindness. I take them all because I need toeat, warm up, be cleaned and to sleep easier. Only he can give me these things now and I can't believe the lengths I'm allowing myself to go just to get a fucking real meal. In order to feel a little human again.
