The welt was going to make a beautiful bruise.
“Masochist,” I growled.
“Sadist,” he snapped back.
“Damn right, baby.”
He whimpered at the term of endearment, and I rocked my hips into his again. I squeezed his throat tighter, putting enough pressure on that his survival instincts started to kick in. His hands gripped mine, pulling at my wrists whilst his rock hard dick rutted up against mine. He didn’t fool me. He was enjoying this. This fight for survival. His body was craving it. Craving what I could give him and his body was chasing his release.
It wasn’t time for that though.
I flipped him back into his stomach and slapped his ass hard. The sharp crack echoed through the room and my hand print bloomed red on his cheek. He grunted and rocked his dick against the floor. I twisted my fingers into the strands of his hair, yanked his head backwards and brought my lips to his ear. “Your dick belongs to me, baby. I own everything about you. Do not touch your dick. Do you understand?”
He jerked his head in a nod.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he replied desperately.
I licked up the side of his face. “Good boy. Now, hands above your head and don’t move.”
He complied instantly, the movement stretching all those muscles in his back deliciously. I scored my nails down his back, dragging red lines deep into his skin. He arched into my touch, chasing the pain.
Fuuuuuck.
I ripped his trousers and boxers down his legs in one swift motion, baring all his pale skin to me. God, he looked beautiful like that. Spread out like a feast ready for me to devour.
I made quick work of my own trousers and settled between his thighs, nudging them open wider with my knees. I spread his cheeks wide, exposing his pretty little hole. It fluttered beneath my gaze, and I leant forward to swipe my tongue along his taint and over his hole.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered.
“God won’t help you now, baby.” Then I dived in, licking and thrusting my tongue deep inside him until he was a babbling mess. I’d never get tired of the taste of him. He bucked wildly beneath me as I bit and sucked him, and his moans turned desperate and needy.
I couldn’t wait any longer. “I can’t go slow.”
“Don’t want it slow,” he managed to breathe out. “Make it hurt.”
I lined up my cock with his entrance and pushed inside him, impaling him with one thrust.
Wilder’s body tensed and his mouth dropped open on a silent scream. I didn’t give him a chance to accommodate me. The rhythm I set was brutal, my hips pistoning savagely as I scraped my dick over his prostate over and over again. He was a mess of whimpers and sobs, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes with the violence of it all. His skin was marred with bruises, scratches and bloody fingerprints and he’d never looked more delicious. My own little canvas of pain.
“I wish you could feel how fucking tight you are. How fucking perfect.”
“I… can…” he gasped.
My hips stuttered. “What?”
“The tether… it’s still… in place.”
My mind froze for a moment, trying to recapture the feeling of being connected to Wilder.
He threw his hand back towards me. “Take my hand.”
I wrapped my fingers around his and instantly felt the connection click back into place. I felteverything.
His vulnerability, his desire and so many other things that came flooding through my mind all at once. “You feel all that?”
“Yes. Now move, kitten, or I swear to God I’m going to take your knife and slice you into pieces,” he said, his voice ragged.