“Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Good,” he chuckled as he twisted his fingers deep inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”
Byron leant closer until his mouth was on mine, his tongue forcing my mouth wide as his fingers worked me open with a brutal efficiency. There should have been more pain, but it wasn’t even registering. There was so much dopamine flooding my brain that all I could do was moan and writhe beneath him.
Byron’s fingers disappeared, replaced by the head of his cock.
“You’d better be fucking clean,” I snarled at him as he sank himself deep into me, my insides rearranging themselves to accommodate him.
He wrapped his fingers around my throat again and squeezed just enough to put pressure on my carotid.
“Of course I’m fucking clean,” he spat, his eyes wild. “As if I’d risk you like that.”
I blanched, but I wasn’t given a chance to wallow in it. He began to move, and his pace was savage from the start. I could do nothing but lie there and take it. And it was a heady feeling. That I could make a man who outwardly appeared as cool as a fucking cucumber turn into this hungry, reckless creature driven by nothing more than pure, primalneed.
His hips snapped against mine, making my cock bob against my stomach. I was so hard, and I was leaking pre-cum all over myself.
“Byron…” I begged. “Please…”
He huffed a breathy laugh. “Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes. Please… I need it.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I was so far gone. Lost to the endorphins and the pain and to Byron Fucking Blake.
He leant forward and bit my earlobe, hard enough to pierce it. “Call me kitten, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Wh-what?”
Byron slowed down, rolling his hips in the most deliciously languid way, but it wasn’t enough. I whimpered. I was so close. So fucking close.
“You heard me,” he said with a grin that showed me he knewexactlywhat he was doing to me. This was fucking torture.
I licked my lips and swallowed my pride. “Kitten. Make me come.”
Byron hummed, and his eyes blew wide like he was high. “Hold on tight, baby. This is going to hurt.”
He thrust forward and hit my prostate with brutal fucking precision. I cried out, and my body jerked.
“That it?” he asked with a grin.
He snapped his hips forward again, and a ridiculously loud moan escaped my mouth.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it.”
He sounded so fucking pleased with himself.
Over and over, he hit my spot, but still, he didn’t touch my dick. I was so tightly wound tears were leaking down my face, and Byron licked up every one of them.
“Harder. I need it harder,” I pleaded.
“As you wish.”
Everything blurred, turned hazy. I was a mess of needy moans and desperate whines. The pain in my ass as he pounded into me mixed with the pressure that he was putting on my neck and it was just enough to slow the oxygen going to my brain. The edges of the world turned fuzzy, and just as I thought I was about to pass out, everything exploded.
My orgasm was ripped from me. A mix of pain and pleasure flooded my system, and, for just a few seconds, everything went dark. I blinked a few times as the world came back into focus.
And what a sight it was.