Page 86 of Look My Way
“Oh, you like being called a whore, don’t you? Look at how much you’re leaking for me already, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Please. I have money if you want it.”
“I don’t want your money. I want this right here. To take what I want and for you not to be able to do a thing to stop me.” He hisses when I shift him off me, kneeing him in the groin.
“Oh, you’re asking for it now, boy.”
“Get off me, asshole,” I seethe, and he laughs, tsking.
“You mean get you off, right? Or maybe only I’ll get to come. Not sure you’ve earned the chance to yet.”
“No. No. No,” I fake cry, and he pinches my other nipple, earning himself a whimper.
“Yes, yes, yes.” His face hovers over mine and he licks over my lips, unzipping his pants.
I force tears from my eyes, dry heaving and wiggling some more. I fight hard against him, arms stretching and wrists raw from the metal cutting into my skin with each struggle. “Please. I’ll give you anything.”
“Oh, but I’m already about to have exactly what I came for.”
“Help,” I squeal, and he holds a hand over my mouth. My teeth clench around a pinch of skin on his palm and he yelps, shaking his hand.
He grabs my throat, nose pressed to mine while breathing heavily above me. “You better behave, or this will go on for way longer than it has to.”
Yes. Please let it. My head moves from side to side, eyes closed to make them well with more tears, and he laughs.
“I like it when you cry for me, and as much as I want to gag you, I want to hear you scream a little first.”
My head moves from side to side, hard, and I choke on my next sounds as he squeezes around the sides of my throat.
“I’m going to let go now so you can breathe easier. Show me how grateful you are by being a good boy and letting me take what’s mine.”
“Fuck you,” I spit. His eyes grow more intense and his fingers choke at my cock, squeezing so hard I cry from delicious pain. I can handle it, and he knows I can. He sees me as strong enough and so do I. I’m so strong with him. Nothing is off limits for me. Nothing.
His cock springs from his underwear and he lines himself up with me, skin rubbing over skin. Friction builds up and my skin erupts with flames. He adds lube to help us glide easier, moving his hips fast while grunting. I get wrapped in his delicious sounds and forget for a moment what I’m supposed to be doing. His body crashing harder against mine is my reminder, hands squeezing around both of us and nails grazing my silky skin.
I cry out and shout. “Stop. Fucking stop. Someone help. Anyone. Please someone.”
He laughs wickedly, panting and shifting his hips higher to where our balls are slapping together. “That’s right. Let everyone standing outside know what I’m doing to you. That I’m about to mark you up with my cum.”
“No,” I say more quietly, breaths ragged as I fight against my pleasure, wanting it to last longer. He feels so good rubbing over me. Sparks erupt between us, growing brighter and burningmy insides in the best way. I’m buzzing all over, bones feeling like they’re disintegrating to nothing like my brain. I find my voice again, screaming, and nothing comes out but unintelligible sounds mixed with sobs.
He pulls a bandana from under the pillow and quiets me with it before going back to chasing his pleasure with my body. Mine is back tenfold, skyrocketing, and he bites at my shoulder as he wets our cocks with his release. He groans, movement slowing and hips grinding, and I erupt with him. The room goes dark before the light slowly comes back, tiny glowing shapes dancing across my vision. I smile against the gag because those clouds in my sky are actually helping me get by. When Zavier takes off his mask, removing the gag to kiss me, he becomes the light, and his eyes shine like I’m the sun breaking through his darkened skies.
His lips meet mine again and then move to my ear as he unlocks the cuffs. “You really are perfect, carino. There’s nothing else I’ll ever need as long as I have you. I’m more than sure I can survive on this alone.”
“You probably shouldn’t try to, though,” I say, twisting my lips and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry. I’m well aware you need way more than that, and food is already on the stove waiting for you.”
“Good. What about water?”
He climbs off me and hands me a glass. “Right here. Drink it all up and I’ll go change.”
“Okay. Gives me time to find my legs.”
He pinches my thigh, grinning. “No rush. I’ll be in the kitchen doing the same. Let’s hope I can make it without falling.” He pecks my nose and then more of my face, almost causing me to spill my drink. Shoving at his chest, I scrunch my face and laugh as I almost catch myself reaching for him when he gets off the bed.
It’s not like he’s going far. Only one room away. It’s hard not to feel greedy for him, but I’ll try, so we can both have a chance to catch our breath before losing it to each other all over again.
