He lies still underneath me though, his hands fisting the sheets and his hard cock straining against the delicate lace of his panties. I slide my hand from the center of his chest up to his throat and press lightly as I lean in to bring our mouths within kissing distance.
“I died seven years ago, Alessio, and I’ve been a ghost ever since,” I murmur. “But you make me feel alive again.”
“Spettro,” he sighs, tilting his chin to beg so sweetly for a kiss.
I’m aching for it too, to feel his mouth, to swallow his panting breaths and desperate moans, but I don’t kiss him just yet. I rock my hips, dragging the stiff length of my cock against his, the sensation just barely muted by the thin fabric of our underwear. He gasps and I lick his parted lips, then pull myself away from him.
“No,” he gasps, gripping the sheets harder.
I chuckle and squeeze my cock, then slip my underwear off and kick them aside.
“Relax, slut, I’m coming right back. Take off your panties, spread your whore legs, and grab the headboard.”
“Fuck.” He groans, scrambling to do exactly what I told him to. “How do you always know exactly how to talk to me? I’ve played with other Doms, and none of them could get it quite right. They were either too polite or too degrading, but you know just the right words to make me feel used and sexy at the same time.”
I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but the mention of anyone else touching him, even in the past, makes something feral claw at the inside of my chest. I grab the things I got up for—one of his belts and a bottle of lube—and I climb back on top of him. I toss the lube onto the bed and wrap the belt around his wrists, then loop it around the slats in the headboard. I check to make sure it’s not too tight, but that he won’t be able to slip out easily, and then I grab his jaw roughly in my hand.
I marvel at the rough feeling of his stubble for a fraction of a second, bringing my lips close to his again so I can feel that trembling strain work its way through his body as he holds himself back from kissing me.
“That’s because you’re mine, slut,” I growl. “No one else will ever know what you need the way I do.”
His breath catches and he nods. “Never, Spettro.”
His words soothe the beast inside me a fraction, and I finally give him what he wants, slamming my mouth into his in a deep, hungry kiss. With his hands bound and his body willingly at my mercy, I find myself even more greedy to indulge in the feeling of his skin under my hands, running them over his chest and down to his belly as I lick into his mouth. I drag my fingers through the thick patches of his dark body hair and pinch his nipples roughly when my hands find their way to his chest again. He feeds me a shuddering gasp and squirms underneath me so I can feel the silky bare skin of his cock against the inside of my thigh.
I sink down and moan from deep in my chest as my naked cock meets his for the first time, hot and velvety, both of us already slick with precum.
“Fuck, you’re such a perfect slut for me, aren’t you?” I pant as I nip at the edge of his jaw and cant my hips to hump our cocks together, reveling in the feeling of our cockheads catching and the blissful pressure of his stiffness against mine.
“Yes, Sir.” His skin is flushed, his lips are damp, and the needy, submissive look in his eyes could probably make me come all on its own if I gave it a few minutes. “Use me, breed me, fucking wreck me any way you want to.”
I groan again and catch his lips in another ravenous kiss, our tongues tangling and our moans crashing into each other in the cavern of our joined mouths. Alessio gasps when I break the kiss and slide slowly down his body. I take a brief detour to suck one of his nipples between my teeth, enjoying the keening soundhe lets out, and another to dip my tongue into his belly button and watch him squirm. His cock spasms when I near it, like an overeager puppy perking up for its master, but that’s not where I’m headed.
I grab both of his legs under his knees and press them up towards his chest. He holds them there, his thighs trembling slightly, and I grip the base of his plug to tug it out gently. Alessio gasps, and his loosened hole clenches immediately, trying to make up for the sudden loss of fullness after so many hours. I toss the plug aside and drag two fingers along his rim. It twitches and flutters under my attention and he makes more choked whimpering sounds, his hips twitching as he whispers my name over and over like a prayer.
I sit back up on my knees and reach for the lube, pouring some into my palm before wrapping my hand around my cock. I look down at him and give myself a few slow strokes to spread the lube and build the delicious anticipation. His cock is drooling a pool of precum onto his belly, and his eyes are hazy with lust and the nirvana of subspace.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand, teasing the tip of my cock around his rim the same way I did with my fingers.
I need to hear the words, but I also need to hear that desperation in his voice that makes me sure that he wants to be filled and fucked and bred.
“Yes,” he gasps. “I want it, Spettro. I wantyou.”
A moan rattles in my chest, and I thrust my hips forward to fill him. He whines and lets his legs fall open wide, splayed on either side of my waist, his body limp and pliant and his gaze fixed on me with a look in his eyes that makes my insides feel light and heavy at the same time.
My toes curl and my eyelids flutter with the urge to close and just sink into the pleasure of his tight, hot hole around me. I force them to stay open though, so I can see every twitch andspasm of his face as I pull back and fill him again and again. And still, I can’t get enough of the feeling of my hands on his body, running them over every inch I can reach as I find a hard, desperate rhythm inside of him.
“If you want to come, you better make it happen fast, because this sweet ass of yours knows exactly how to milk the cum straight from my balls,” I grunt, snapping my hips. My eyes roll back and my balls clench immediately at the perfect, tight squeeze of his inner muscles around my shaft.
“Won’t be a problem, Sir,” he pants, every hard thrust making another spurt of precum dribble from his cock to streak across his belly.
“Good Slut,” I growl, fucking him harder and faster.
He has a damn sturdy bed. It doesn’t so much as creak as I pound into him, letting myself fall forward, running my hands up his arms towards his bound hands and bringing my mouth close to his again. At this angle, his cock bounces against my belly with every thrust, and I can feel the needy little twitches and jerks as he gets closer and closer to the edge. My cock matches his spasms, throbbing steadily inside of him, my balls pulling tighter and tighter.
“Say my name again, Alessio,” I beg. “Remind me how you brought me back to life.”
“Spettro,” he moans without hesitation. “My Spettro.”