Page 50 of Make Me Bleed
He seems to war with himself for a moment as I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for Abel to make his move. If he wants me, he’s gonna have to fucking ask for me. Like a good boy.
And if he doesn’t… well, then, at least I’ll have my answer.
“Peris…” he drawls softly, and I look at his bent over form. At the black strip of lace over one buttock. The red handprint, the tattoos down his legs, and the scars in the middle of his thighs, unmarred by ink.
“What?” I snap, hating the way my heart is racing just looking at him. Knowing he’s this close again. Knowing I cantouch him, have him, lov—no.No. Absolutely not.
“Please,” he chokes. And it’s that sound that depletes all thoughts from my brain and shoots blood straight to my cock.
“I forgot how pretty you could beg, runt,” I muse softly as I drag my hands down his body, over the ink he put into his skin, before reaching up and gripping his hair tightly and yanking him back into me. Abel gasps as his back connects with my front. “Put your hands behind your back.” And when he does without questioning me, my mind kind of blanks out. I let Abel fall forward, face pressed against the dirty glass of the mirror as I reach down to the floor and unhook the chain from around his belt loops.
I wrap it around each wrist and hook it into a slip loop, yanking it tightly to secure it. Abel hisses as the chain bites into his skin, and I grin, watching him rotate his arms against my hold on him. “What’re you doing?” he asks, peeking over his shoulder at me, eyelids heavy, pupils dilated, and I grin.
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
“Fuck.”
My breathing kicks up a notch as I spread Abel’s legs, and while keeping hold of his arms with my left hand, I use my right to undo the button on my own jeans. The door handle jiggles again, and Abel’s breath hitches, his feet shuffling on the floor.
“Nervous, baby?”
“No,” he mutters, but his face flushes, visible even in the darkly lit room, and I smirk.
“Sure.”
“Fuck you,” he snaps and tries to push his way up. I use my grip on his arms to shove him back down. His face smashes into the glass.
“Nah. I’m gonna fuck you, though.” I drop my jeans and shove my briefs down my thighs just until my dick is free. I spit in my palm and stroke myself a few times until I’m dripping, and then, I situate myself between Abel’s spread thighs. I rub the wet head of my dick over his hole, groaning as it twitches against me.
Then, I angle my cock downward, between his thighs, and push along his taint until my cockhead bumps against his balls, making him gasp and arch. I tap his ass. “C’mon, runt. Make it tight for me.” Goosebumps break out along his back as he shuffles his feet closer together. The sensation of his body squeezing around my cock is staggering, and I can’t help tossing my head back and groaning as I grip his bony hips.
I slip forward, and we both gasp. “Fucking shit.”
“Oh, God,” Abel groans, rolling his head to the side and exposing his bruised throat. I reach up with shaky fingers and run them along the spikes adorning his neck before reaching around and placing my palm flat against his chest, keeping him pinned in place as I ride him.
Abel’s back is curved perfectly as my dick slides between his legs, and I groan, watching his ass cheeks bounce from the force of my thrusts, one still red in the shape of my hand.
The lace of his thong rubs against my shaft with each thrust, and it burns so fucking good. I reach down and wrap my fingers around the string running through his ass, making him hiss, “What’re you doing?” And when I stretch it tighter and he mewls in soft pain, I grin.
“Whatever I fucking want, baby.” The friction has to be absolutely burning him at this point, but I don’t care. I relish watching his skin turn red as the seconds tick by. Sweat coats my skin like a blanket, and our shared, heaving breaths make the mirror in front of Abel fog over.
On a particularly brutal thrust, Abel keens, and his face smacks into the mirror, cracking it. I raise my eyes to the glassand smirk, noting the small fissions. Abel gasps and pulls away, body still jerking helplessly as I continue to fuck into him. He tries to look at his reflection in the grimy mirror, but the shadows make it nearly impossible to make out more than a few scratches and some blood against his cheek.
“You’ve had worse,” I tell him as I grab his hands and tighten the chain until he hisses. “Come with me, runt.” I swipe my fingers over his cheekbone, then grab his cock. And it’s the thought of his blood smeared over his dick that sends me over the edge.
My fingers tighten on his hips, digging deep into the hollows as my cockhead nudges against Abel’s balls, and I come all over him in thick, blinding pulses.
“Oh!” Abel squeaks, and I didn’t expect him to come at the same time, but he stills, and then, he’s hunching over the sink, body spasming as breathy little pants escape his mouth and make me hot all over.
I run my hands down his spine, feeling each knot of his vertebrae with a reverence I shouldn’t feel but do as we both come down from our highs.
The bathroom is stifling and sticky, and we have to peel ourselves off each other when we finally separate. I didn’t expect it to be painful, but it surprisingly hurts to tear myself away from Abel.
I pull back from him with a hiss and tuck my wet dick back into my briefs before pulling my pants back up. Abel stands on shaky legs, hands still bound behind his back with the chain, pants around his ankles, ass red and bare and covered in my cum, and I’ve never seen a better sight.
I stand there, admiring him for I don’t know how long before he goes and absolutely fuckingruinsit. Just like he’s good at.
“You know, you never did pay me,” he says casually, and I jerk back into the moment, yanking my gaze away from his cum-covered ass.
