Page 40 of Blood Ties
He whimpers, pushing back against it. He wiggles underneath me, trying to push himself off the bed. I know if he had really wanted to he could shove me off his body. He isn't even using half his strength. "There were other things we said we wouldn’t do either, but they happened anyway."
"I'd never purposely bring harm to you. I'll keep telling you these things until you believe me, proving to you what you mean to me."
"It doesn't matter. Even if things didn’t happen the way they did, I'd still probably be your little secret and you'd still be going home to her at the end of the day. You wouldn’t have been able to walk away no matter what. You were too much of a coward."
I lean over his body, nuzzling my nose into his neck. I don't know what I would have done back then, but I know what I'd do now. "I'll won’t let anyone take you away from me again. I promise."
He huffs, sounding breathless. "Luckily for you, no one can take away what you don't have."
I grab the lube from my pocket, slicking his hole with my fingers and spreading him open. He moans and rocks his hips. “Something tells me I haven’t completely lost you yet and as long as a small part of you holds on, I will too.”
He pushes himself back on my fingers, his breath hitching in his throat. I don’t leave his hole empty for long when I pull away my hand and quickly press the tip of the gun to his pucker, rubbing it in circles before shoving it past his rim. He shudders, making desperate sounds that are nearly pleading. “I think you owe me an apology for all the times you've pointed this pistol at my head.”
“I don’t owe you shit.”
“No?” I shove the gun in deeper, stopping halfway and he sobs with his body begging me to move.
“We can both have what we want tonight. I get my apology and you get to come.” I pull out the gun just to shove it in harder and he arches his back, his thighs trembling. “Fuck.”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“No.”
“Color?”
“Verde.”
“Good boy. Ready to tell me the other word I want to hear.”
He shakes his head, breathing more rapidly. I twist the gun inside him, fucking in and out at different angles until I hit his prostate. He gasps and wiggles against me. His hole clenches and I stop moving to keep him from spilling over the edge. He groans in frustration, rutting between me and the mattress. “I’m…ah…”
“You’re what, precious?”
“I…fuck…”
“I’m not sure what you’re trying to say,” I rasp.
“I'm sorry, okay?” He mutters.
“I’m not sure I believe you.” I smile smugly.
He releases a shuddered breath. “I said I’m sorry, Papi. I'll try to be a better boy. Please let me come.”
“Say it again, let me hear you beg for it.”
“Please, Papi, let me come.”
“And what won't you do again?”
“I won’t point a gun at you anymore. I promise.”
I stroke his back gently, releasing his other arm. Instead of fighting me, he stretches his arms over the mattress, digging his nails into the sheet. “Such a good boy. I know that wasn’t easy for you and I'm so proud, precious. I think I’ll let you have your reward now.”
I move the gun in and out of him again. More sounds of pleasure fall from his lips as I hit his sweet spot repeatedly until he’s unable to hold back his orgasm. I stroke him through his ecstasy, and he comes hard, dripping over my fingers. “So beautiful.”
Putting the gun down, I sit on the end of the bed, pulling him into my arms and stroking his hair while rocking him back and forth. “I got you, I always have you.” I press a kiss to his hair and he drifts off to sleep.
I get him clean and tuck him into bed before I leave. “Goodnight, mi amor.” I kiss his lips, and he hums softly, pressing his cheek into the pillow.
