Page 79 of Moonstruck
Asa’s fingers disappeared abruptly. He came to stand in front of Zane and that was when he realized why the bench tilted downward at the top. It put Zane’s mouth exactly where Asa wanted it. “Open up, Lois.”
Zane didn’t have a choice. Asa was pushing his cock between his lips, holding his head in place so he could fuck roughly into his throat. “Relax for me. That’s it. Fuck. Your mouth is so hot. Swallow around my cock. Good boy.” The muscles of Zane’s throat burned. He tried to breathe slowly, tried not to trigger his gag reflex, but Asa wasn’t making it easy. He liked the noises Zane made when his life was in peril. He gagged, coughed, sputtered, but Asa was relentless, pulling back only when Zane’s head began to swim.
Then he was pulling free, hunkering down in front of him to wipe the saliva and tears from his face. “What should I do with you tonight? Hmm? Other than fill you with my cum?” he mused. “How many loads do you think you could take before you were begging me to stop? Three? Four? Can you imagine how full you’d feel?”
“Asa…” Zane moaned, trying to wiggle to give himself at least some friction, something to ease the ache, but there was nothing. The table was made to deny pleasure to the one strapped to it.
“What’s wrong, Lois?” he asked, his voice dripping with sympathy.
“Touch me,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “I need it. It hurts.”
Asa stroked Zane’s cheek. “I am touching you.” At Zane’s frustrated noise, Asa gave him a soft kiss, tongue sliding inside briefly. “Is that not what you meant, Lois?”
“I hate you,” he muttered.
Asa’s chuckle was maddening. “No, you don’t. You love me. Love this. I bet I can make you come untouched. But once I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll feel me every time you sit down for a week.”
Zane couldn’t even answer. He could only whimper against Asa’s lips. He kissed his slack mouth and then stood and walked out of Zane’s line of sight. He sucked in a breath as a finger pushed back inside him, probing until pleasure spasmed through his whole body.
Asa did it again. Zane’s nipples were painfully hard, goosebumps erupting along his skin. “Oh, does that feel good, Lois? Did I hit the spot?”
Asa’s finger pressed and released again, and Zane tried to speak but couldn’t. His blood felt hot, his nerves on high alert. Asa played Zane like some kind of exotic instrument, pressing and rolling and teasing until tears leaked from his eyes and pleas fell from his lips.
Asa always made sure Zane came, knew just how to touch him to make it happen, but it was subtle or, sometimes, abrupt. It had never been a deliberate attack on his senses. He’d never played with Zane like this. Asa was right. He could make him come untouched. But he wouldn’t. Each time Zane felt that tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, Asa’s fingers disappeared, like he had some kind of sixth sense.
Zane was no longer fully aware of his surroundings. He felt like one giant live wire. Whenever Asa pulled his fingers free, he’d wrap a slick hand around his cock, and it would feel like an entirely different type of orgasm building until Zane was frantic. “Huh-Oh-Oh, fuck. Please. Please. Please. It’s too much.”
Asa’s hand continued to stroke Zane, and his fingers returned, starting up a new rhythm, thiscircle, tap, grindthat had Zane crying out. And then just crying. His pleas became barely-there babbling as he lost his train of thought again and again as Asa tormented him.
“Please, Asa,” Zane begged, voice low and raw. “I’ll do anything.”
Asa chuckled, biting his ass cheek. “You’re tied up, Lois. You’ll do whatever I want anyway.” Zane wailed as Asa twisted his fingers in a way that made him feel euphoric, like he was high.
When Asa’s hand disappeared again, Zane literally sobbed. Asa’s fingers were back, sending shocks of bliss through his blood with each stroke. “Oh, feel that? Look at all that fluid oozing from your cock. You’re so hard, so flushed. You’re so close. Can you feel it, Lois? I can make you come with just the slightest flick of my wrist. Is that what you want?”
This time, Asa didn’t remove his fingers but wrapped his other hand around his cock, using the fluid to work it around his shaft. “Tell me.”
“Yes, it’s what I want.”
“Tell me how much you like being my whore. I need the words.”
“I love it. I love it.”
“Say it,” Asa growled, his fingers tightening over Zane’s shaft.
Tears rolled unchecked down Zane’s cheeks. This pleasure pain loop was making him crazy. He just needed to come. So badly. “Please.”
Asa twisted his fingers, his knuckle pressing on his prostate in a way that robbed Zane of all reason. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll make you come so hard, you black out.”
“I’m your whore,” Zane sobbed. “Just yours. Please, Asa.”
“Shh,” Asa said, stroking Zane’s painfully hard cock. “I got you, Lois.”
Zane couldn’t think anymore. His whole body was just one tightly coiled spring, and every touch was almost too much pleasure. He couldn’t stop begging, couldn’t stop pleading with Asa to make it stop or make it better. He didn’t know what he wanted except relief.
“Oh, you’re leaking so much. You’re so close. Come on, Lois. Come for me.” Asa twisted his fingers and he felt this wave of pleasure crash into him, but when Asa jerked Zane just one time, Zane made a sound he wasn’t even sure was human. He could feel himself coming but it was like his whole body was just one pleasure center, his orgasm going on and on until his world went black.
When he came to, Asa was inside him, using him hard, his hands gripping his hips hard enough to know he’d have bruises tomorrow. Asa was chasing his own pleasure, bending over him, biting whatever flesh he could reach, his hand clenching in Zane’s hair to drive into him even deeper. Then he was coming, the sound he made somewhere between a growl and a shout, before collapsing on top of Zane and the bench.
