Page 28 of Blood Spilled
“So tight. We need to get you loosened up, little mouse. I need you to relax for me first,” he says before pressing his finger harder against my hole. He covers his finger with spit and works it in more, not going too far in, but enough to cause me to whine. “Shh, don't worry, I won't fully take you until you're ready. Stay right here, pet. Don't make me hunt you down again. Who knows how sweet I'll be the next time you make me run around my own house?”
I laugh. “Don't act like you didn't like it.”
When he releases my legs to the ground, I spread my body out like a starfish against the rug. “How many men have you fucked in this spot?”
“Zero of the right ones,” he says with a cheeky smile before turning around and running up the stairs. I turn my head toward the fire, watching the flames flicker in the fireplace. The warmth feels amazing against my skin. I get so lost in the mixture of red and orange dancing in front of me that I don’t hear him coming down the stairs. He kicks my legs further apart and kneels between them with something in the shape of a ring in his hand.
“I don’t want you coming too soon this time. No, I need you to last a little bit longer tonight, my precious boy. Look at you all laid out for me like a delicious feast.” He licks his lips and moves closer, sliding his hand up my thigh. His other hand holds a bottle of lube, but there’s no condom in sight. He takes notice of the question in my eyes when he slicks up his bare cock.
“You’re probably wondering why no condom? A condom wouldn't allow me to fill you with my cum and make you properly mine, would it? Don’t worry, I haven’t been with anyone in this way in a very long time.” He grabs my legs and drags me closer to him as his eyes grow darker with hunger.
Pressing a lubed finger in my hole, he doesn't go slow like last time and I don’t want him to. I’m enjoying the roughness of his intrusion and suddenly it feels like too much lube stopping me from fully feeling them slide their way up inside. I bend my knees and press the heels of my feet to the rug, lifting my bottom up further to give him more access. “That’s a good little mouse. Give yourself to your Master.”
I arch my back against the rug, moaning as he fucks me harder with his fingers and when he slips them out, my body sags against the carpet in disappointment. “You ready for more?”
I nod, rubbing my head against the rug. “I’m ready for it all, Master.” I hated calling him that at first, but now it feels wrong not to. Submitting to him in this way has become a part of me and I relish in it, letting it take over.
He presses his tip to my hole, but doesn’t enter me. “Let me hear you say it then.”
“Just do it already.”
He slaps the outside of my thigh with the palm of his hand. “Do what, pet?”
“Fuck me, Master.”
Angel smiles, taking in a deep breath before grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, pushing my knees forward. He pushes against my pucker, rubbing his tip in circles against it, teasing my body before pressing inside me.
I grab fistfuls of the rug, leaning my head further back, straining my neck as he pushes more in, going past my sphincter. Before he can fully bottom out, he pulls out and shoves his cock back in faster and harder. I lift my hips, feeling completely full when all of him is inside me. The pain lessens the more he moves in and out, slowly rocking his hips.
“Yes, that’s it, pet. Relax for me. Such a good little mouse. Relax that sweet, tight hole.”
His thrusts become faster and harder causing me to writhe against the floor. He leans his face lower and his lips capture mine, our tongues moving hungrily together. The heat between our writhing bodies strikes a fire that burns hotter than the one near us. Being trapped and caught under his weight has me breathing easier than before. He moves in and out of me, stretching me further. With each thrust and burn comes a rush of pleasure flooding through my body.
His fingers rubbing up and down my cock set me so close to the edge. My legs are shaking, and my body is rocking forward with the urge to fall. Each time I’m on the verge of eruption, my orgasm stops as fast as it comes, prevented by the ring wrapped tightly around the base of my cock and balls. I grunt in frustration, constantly being denied my orgasm.
With a few more rolls of his hips, the muscles in his chest tense and his eyes roll back as his cum shoots into my hole, warming my insides. He pulls out of me quickly and replaces his cock with something else. “I'm going to make sure we keep that all inside, so you remember who you belong to when you fall asleep tonight. Then in the morning you will already be wet and dripping for me.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, and he pushes the plug farther down, hitting my prostate. “You like that, little mouse. You like the idea of keeping a part of me inside you?”
“Yes,” I say nearly breathless.
“Good, now it's time to let you cum inside me.”
My eyes widen, confused by his words at first. It all dies when he sets my legs down and climbs over me, slicking my cock up with more lube to slip off the ring. My balls ache and my cock throbs, begging for release. I'm still unsure how he plans on giving me that, but then he slides his ass over me, lining my cock up with his hole. He presses my crown to his entrance,sinking down my shaft, biting his lower lip. I nearly come in that moment.
He rocks his hips forward, taking more of me inside him. I thrust upward, needing to move faster and deeper. He sets his hand on my chest, shaking his head while panting. “Don't forget who calls the shots here, pet. This is my game and I get to play it my way. Lay still and let me use you; let me take what belongs to me.”
I close my eyes, becoming still like he asks me to be, waiting for him to use me. What will happen when he's done? Will he toss me aside afterward? Right now, I don't care, because all I want to do is be what he wants me to be.
Angel moves up and down on my cock in slow, steady movements at first, his thighs shaking against me. I love that it is my cock causing him to respond this way. His moans become louder the faster he fucks himself, and I struggle to hold back. He feels way too fucking good wrapped around me, warm and tight.
“Go ahead, precious. Come for your Master.”
Shuddering underneath him, I slip into euphoria, letting him take me to higher places. This is what it feels like to be on top of the world. I'm floating out of my own body, flying closer to heaven. All I needed was the Angel above me to take me there. My body shakes and warmth fills the pit of my stomach as I shoot my load inside him, claiming him the same way he claimed me.
This man was supposed to be my reckoning, my one-way ticket to Hell, and then he became my nirvana. Instead of burying me underground, he lifts me to the sky and I’m reaching for the clouds.
Twenty-two
