Page 32 of Headcase
“And what do I want?” Zane asked.
“For me to hold you down and fuck you, use you in any way I choose, while you pretend you don’t want it. While you pretend I’ve forced your hand and you’re only doing it because you have no choice. That you’re only enjoying it because it’s a natural biological response and not because having your choices taken away sometimes feels so fucking good.”
Zane swallowed audibly. “You’re deranged.”
Asa sighed. “Okay. Have it your way, Lois.” He rolled away from him, essentially letting him know he was done playing with him. “I’ll see you in the morning. If I’m not the one in cuffs, that is.”
Asa closed his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep with Zane free to roam the house. The bed shifted. Asa assumed it was Zane leaving, but then, there was the sound of metal on metal and the snick of not one, but two, cuffs sliding back into place.
Asa rolled back over to find the pillows had been pushed to the floor and Zane was now on his belly, both hands secured to the headboard. He faced away from him, like he just couldn’t bear to see the smug look of satisfaction on Asa’s face.
But there was nothing smug about Asa’s reaction. He growled low, blanketing himself over Zane’s prone body, burying his face against his neck. “The things I’m going to do to you.”
Zane made a sound like a wounded animal, which only narrowed Asa’s focus, until only his most primal instincts were left. He inhaled Zane’s scent, raked his nails down his sides, rumbling when he arched his back with another helpless sound.
“Fuck, do that again,” Asa snarled, biting down on Zane’s shoulder.
Zane’s surprised cry turned into a moan as Asa licked over the marks he left behind before moving lower, biting and soothing his way down Zane’s body. Tomorrow, Zane’s skin would be a roadmap of bite marks and bruises. Everybody would know he was Asa’s. They’d know Asa had been inside him, had claimed him.
He growled at the thought, hauling Zane’s hips up and shoving his sweatpants to his knees before burying his face where Zane’s scent was strongest, fucking his tongue against his entrance, pulling off only to spread him open farther, push his tongue in deeper, anything to keep Zane making those sexy fucking sounds.
Asa wrapped a hand around Zane’s cock, not so much jerking him off as milking him, squeezing from base to tip, giving him just the right amount of pressure, then taking it away. Asa wanted Zane to come, but only when he was done with him.
He raked his teeth over Zane’s hole, then licked and sucked at it just as he had his other bite marks. “I can’t go slow with you,” he muttered. “I just can’t.”
He stretched himself across the bed to grab the lube, coming up onto his knees. Zane’s breath punched from his lungs as Asa forced two coated fingers inside, working them in and out, stretching him.
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes,” Zane hissed.
Asa chuckled, twisting his digits as he probed him. “Good.”
Asa pulled free and poured the lube over his cock until it was slippery, lining up and thrusting past that first tight ring of muscle without warning, his cock throbbing at Zane’s pained cry. Asa gripped his hips and drove all the way in, groaning as his cock was enveloped by the tight heat of Zane’s body.
Asa didn’t wait for Zane to adjust, didn’t wait at all, just fucked into him, hands gripping his hips, holding him in place as he hammered into him hard enough to see each reverberation roll along his skin as they came together. The noises Zane made were barely human, which only further spurred on Asa’s instinct to possess, control, breed. When Asa was done with Zane, there would be no doubt who he belonged to.
He put his full weight on Zane until he collapsed onto the bed, Asa following him down. He wrapped one hand around the slender column of his throat and fucked two fingers of his other hand into Zane’s gaping mouth, another low growl erupting when he started sucking them greedily, desperately. Even in the low light, Asa could see Zane’s cheeks were streaked with tears. He was so beautiful like this. He forced his fingers deeper, into the tight squeeze of Zane’s throat, driving his cock into him faster.
Zane canted his hips back, like he wanted more, moaning like a whore as he nursed Asa’s fingers. Asa licked the tears from Zane’s cheek, bit at his jaw, his earlobe, his breathing ragged as he rasped, “That’s it. Suck my fingers. So fucking needy. So desperate for it. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it.”
Zane sobbed but his tongue worked between Asa’s fingers in a way that was almost hotter than the tight squeeze of his ass. Almost. Asa was past the point of no return, his hips driving into Zane almost against his will as his orgasm chased its way along his body, punching from him with such force he bit down on the back of Zane’s neck, snarling as he emptied himself inside him, hips working against him until there was nothing left.
He pulled free, flipping Zane onto his back, absently noting the way the cuff chain twisted, before he sank his mouth over Zane’s painfully flushed cock. His whole body contracted as Asa sucked him off, working his fingers back into his hole, making a pleased rumble when he could feel how stuffed full Zane was.
Zane cried out as his release flooded Asa’s mouth. He took a second to savor the bitter taste before pulling off, catching his weight on one hand as he loomed over Zane, gripping his jaw and forcing his mouth open, feeding him his own cum.
He wrapped his hand around his throat. “Swallow.”
Zane did as he was told, his gaze hazy and disconnected.
“Good boy.”
Asa kissed him again, gently this time, as he once more released the handcuffs. Zane’s hands stayed where they fell, but he kissed Asa back.
Asa flopped onto his back, sucking in much needed breaths, before gathering a squirming Zane into his arms. “Stop. Moving.”
Zane went rigid but then deflated against him, burying his face in Asa’s chest. He lifted his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. He was a mess of tears and snot and saliva, but he’d never looked hotter. He looked defiled. Debauched. He looked like a goddamn crime scene, and Asa had never felt more warmed by a sight in his life.
