Page 26 of Cedar Edge
“Yes sir.” I say in a hushed cry.
“Take it out.” My hand moves quickly, wrapping around my dick as I use my other hand to slide down my pants. I can't help the moan that slips from my mouth at the feel of my hands as it brushes the sensitive piercings. “Stroke yourself, no spit. I want you to feel the drag of your skin.”
“Yes sir.” I obey his instructions. The pain is laced with pleasure for me and I can feel my body already wanting to cum.
From the other side of the phone I can hear the distinct sound of his zipper going down, right before I hear him spit into his hand and groan as he grips his own arousal. “I've missed you. I've missed that tight little ass and hot mouth.” I don’t think he means to say it. Ace isn’t kind or loving when he’s punishing me. He’s strict and savage.
Another moan slips from my lips. “Fuck sir, I've missed you too. I need you.” I’m hopeful, too hopeful, that he’s decided to take pity on me and forgive me without punishment.
The dark sound that Ace makes over the phone has me realizing just how wrong I am. “But do you need me? It seems you found a tight little pussy to bury yourself into. That doesn't sound like you need me.”
“What? Of course I need you sir! Please.” My tone is a little more desperate than it was before and I stoke myself faster. The friction between my hand and cock combined with my need to cum is beyond painful.
“Already desperate and begging are we? It seems to me maybe we need to get Law in here, remind you what happens to desperate boys.”
Fuckkkk.I know the exact punishment he is going to inflict on me. It's my least favorite kind and yet it's the one that gives me, in the end, the most satisfaction. I just hope I can survive it until he’s home…
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My eyes peel open slowly, greeted by a dim room and the tv playing low in the background. Sleep seems to have claimed me long enough for the afternoon light to fade into twilight. My body feels overly warm in the blanket burrito I’m currentlywrapped in, kicking it off I snag the water Tarin left behind and gulp it down. Once empty, I contemplate the now cold coffee sitting next to it and decide against it. If there is one thing that I’ve retained, it’s my need for good coffee. And old, cold coffee is not going to cut it.
Dragging myself up I stretch my arms overhead, enjoying the sensation before I start to pad towards the kitchen in search of better coffee. I get to work crafting and brewing my perfect cup in the silence of the house. I glance around, hoping to see some sign of either Law or Logan but I come up short. My eyes bounce to the door that Logan had been behind when his parents left, curious if he is still back there. With neither Logan nor Law to be found I feel a chill spreading down my spine, old memories and feelings creeping inward that I have no interest in dealing with right now.
“Little dolllll.”
“Maybe Logan wants some coffee.” I mutter quietly to myself, desperate to ignore the past attempting to pull me under. I hesitate for a moment longer before tip-toeing over. Standing just outside I pause, straining to listen. Silence builds and builds until I’m convinced he’s asleep or not here. A strange sadness plays through my chest, a loneliness that springs up suddenly and has me turning away from the door with tears in my eyes before I hear a slight shuffle. Frowning I lean forward, pressing my ear against the cold wooden grain.
It takes far longer than I want to admit for me to realize what exactly I’m listening to.
The air in my lungs is sucked free as the distinct sounds of pleasure emanate from behind the door.
“Please.” Logan begs in a pained sound. “Please let me cum.”
A dark, familiar chuckle is the answer to the pained tone. “Mmmm I don’t know if you deserve that. Not yet anyway.You’ve been awfully naughty. Maybe Law needs to join us, spank you until you are begging and screaming for him to stop.”
The words send my body into a tailspin, the very blood in my veins heating until it feels like I’m crawling out of my skin. My nipples peak and arousal swirls through me. I’m frozen to the spot, half of me wanting to join and the other half wanting to run far away. My stepbrother, Ace, sounds exactly as I remember him. And his voice seems to elicit the same, forbidden desires it always has.
“Fuckkkk.” Logan groans. “Sir fucking please…” His begging sounds pained, a needy whine to it.
“You are probably so messy right now, aren’t you? Leaking all over those pretty barbells.” Ace continues to edge Logan, and me, as I stand enraptured by the sound.
“I can’t… I need to cum. Ineedit.” Logan’s voice is the sound of someone who is so desperate they would do anything to achieve their goal.
Ace offers no soothing sounds or words, instead he just tsks, the scolding tone even heating my cheeks. “You can cum when I say you can and right now I’m thinking my bratty boyfriend needs a lesson in self control. If you can’t hold back you’ll need to stop touching yourself.”
“Fuck you, its my cock I can cum if I want.” Logan snaps back.
The silence that descends upon the room sends chills through me. “You safe wording Lo?” His voice has an edge of danger to it. He waits, five breaths almost six before speaking again. “No? Then take your hand offmycock. You won’t be wasting a single drop ofmycum because baby, it all belongs to me.”
A whimper escapes my mouth, the sound almost a scream in the quiet house. My hand clasping over it praying no one heard. My prayers aren’t answered because in the next breath Loganthrows open the door, naked body framed in the soft glow of the bedroom lights. His cock juts out, painfully hard from his body, the barbells that decorate it standing out against his pale skin. My mouth goes dry as I watch a bead of liquid drip from the head and roll down the shaft.
I think Logan is talking but I can’t seem to focus on it, the only thing holding my attention is that bead of cum, at least until I hear Ace again. That dark, sinful voice purring from the other side of the phone. “Ask her if she wants a taste. I need to hear it all.”
“You want a taste?” His fingers tapping my chin to raise my gaze from cock to face. My eyes drag slowly up his body, meeting his hungry, emerald eyes. He’s giving me the choice, drop to my knees or walk away.
I nod, slow and deliberate as my body goes lower to the floor. “Good girl.” Logan groans.
“Need to hear her words.” The voice freezes my descent. I hover, in a strange stance between kneeling and standing that burns my leg muscles, the words that he demands lost in my throat. Something about addressing him directly feels… bigger. And I’m not sure I’m ready for it. Logan must sense my hesitation because he drags me upward against his body, a soft kiss to my forehead.
