Dary’s deep beautiful chuckle sent shivers of delight through Rhoo. The generous bulge in Dary’s pants had given him a clue of what to expect, but nothing could have prepared him for the thickly-veined, strongly arched shaft awaiting him. A combination of fear and anticipation ripped through him. He harbored a dark hunger that enjoyed the burn when a cock pushed into him. But there was no way he could take that anaconda without a good deal of stretching and a bucket of lubrication. Understanding blossomed through his lusty thoughts, understanding then why Dary had kept a slow pace for a reason.
He’s trying to protect me.
A completely foreign concept for Rhoo, who’d fended for himself his entire life. His basic necessities had been met as a kid, but no one fought battles for him. No one stopped the bullies when they’d decided to target him. He’d learned the hard way to protect himself and never trust—one of the reasons he’d spent so much time in the dojo. He’d had to learn control over his wicked temper, one that had almost gotten him into trouble a few times as a teenager.
Despite the iron-control he’d learned, the dark need begged for the control to be stripped away. Just like this bear of a man had done to him tonight, when Rhoo had donned his uniform. He’d been playing, teasing, wanting to speed up their mutual seduction. He hadn’t realized Dary balanced on that same knife edge. The big man had a calm, cool look about him, as if nothing fazed him, but Rhoo sensed there was something else, something leashed within. The temptation to discover what Dary hid fired his blood.
A warm hand cupped his cheek, tilting his head away from the flush, thick erection in front of him. “Did I lose you, Rhoo?”
Not Rhoo. I want to be your cub. “If I ever get lost, that thing’s long enough for me to follow home.” He wanted to touch, but every time he moved, the cuffs securing his wrists rattled with his frustration. “Let me touch you. All of you...please, Papa Bear.”
“Fuck.” The word echoed with a deep rumble in Dary’s chest, another growl, turning Rhoo on even more. He bit his lip, trying to keep a pleading facial expression, but it overjoyed him to hear a small tidbit of Dary’s darker side.
“You think you’re figuring me out, boy?” Dary fisted his hair again, controlling his head and which direction Rhoo looked. “Why do I think you might understand me more than anyone else?”
Obviously a rhetorical question when Dary led his head to his groin. Rhoo clasped his hands together behind his back, wishing he could fondle the heavy package between Dary’s legs. Rhoo laved along every inch of his more-than-generous cock, rubbing his cheek against Dary’s inner thigh. His furry chest with a few gray hairs matched the groomed curls at the base of his erection…. God, he’s perfect.
The sound of deep, aroused rumbles above him encouraged Rhoo to continue, and he sucked one of his testicles into his mouth. The aromatic pelt at the base of his erection was trimmed and his balls were smooth and so much fun to play with. Rhoo sucked hard and flicked his tongue over the natural curve. Dary’s leg quivered next to his shoulder as a reward, encouraging him to repeat the action. He’d gotten a number of compliments on his ability with hand jobs, too, and wanted to show off. As soon as these cuffs come off.
“What was that, cub?”
Rhoo traced a thick vein with his tongue before smiling unashamedly.
Dary’s eyebrows lifted a fraction. “You think to threaten me and then grin?”
The fist in his hair tightened, and Rhoo’s head was pulled away from the treasure he wanted to taste more of. “No, please, Papa Bear. Let me play.”
“That’s not going to work this time.” Dary lifted him off the floor and turned him around, trapping Rhoo against his furred chest. His hot cock branded his lower back, and Rhoo wriggled his ass against the hairy thighs behind him. “I think I might have taken it too easy on you because you don’t seem all that repentant for your actions. Guess that means I take what I want until I decide you’ve earned a pardon.”
It might be a game, but Rhoo’s heart pounded at the growled threats. A need to generate some friction between them overrode all other thoughts. The world tilted when Dary spun and flipped him over his shoulder. He unlocked one of the cuffs, tossed Rhoo onto the bed, then pounced on him before he had a chance to bounce. Straddling his hips, he locked the cuffs together again, holding Rhoo’s wrists above his head before rolling him over onto his stomach.
“You keep your hands there, cub, while I decide how you’re going to work off your debt.”
No man had ever flipped Rhoo around with such ease, and that was a massive turn on, coupled with the illusion he had no choice in the matter sent shivers of desperation through him. Dary slid an arm under his hips and propped up his pelvis with a few pillows, then pried his knees apart, exposing him to the cool air. His throbbing cock lay trapped under him, and desperation rode Rhoo hard. Keeping the moves abbreviated and acting as if he tried to get comfortable, he hid the pleasure rippling along his agitated nerves.
Smack. Smack. The sound vibrated in the air before an acute burn registered, spreading across his ass cheeks like wildfire.
“Naughty boy, humping the bed again!” Smack. Smack. “You were warned.”
More fire burned in Rhoo’s veins when the pain from the sharp slaps morphed into a hotter echo that enveloped around his hips and traveled straight to his balls. Dary gripped handfuls of his ass, and Rhoo pressed his face into the pillow to muffle the moans he couldn’t stop.
“I want to hear you.” Dary’s voice sounded huskier and even deeper than before, the sensual vibration of it dancing along Rhoo’s nerve endings. Without warning, Dary ran his tongue in a long path from his balls to his tailbone, sending searing pleasure through him.
“Oh, yes….” Rhoo jerked, clenching his thighs, preventing the friction from the pillow he desperately craved. He loved getting spanked, but the fear that Dary’s heavy hand would have him shooting his load prematurely had him staying as still as possible.
“Good boy.” Dary crooned the words, hot breath feathering across the constricting muscles of his anus. He tongued him again, rimming and nibbling until Rhoo thought he might die from pleasure.
Never had a man been so giving with praise and pleasure. The intensity of the emotions squeezing his heart and soul overwhelmed him. He wanted to plead with Dary to pound his ass, but feared taking him on like that. He preened under his praise, yet wanted to disobey and earn the sensual haze of pain making him want to scream he’d be Dary’s forever.
Unable to put it into words exactly what he wanted, he begged, “Please, please, please.”
Dary understood though, just as he had all night. Without warning, a thick, dry finger pushed passed the initial ring of anal muscle. Then a second. It burned like wildfire, feeding the unspoken desires Rhoo craved.
“I don’t want you for one night, Rhuudai. You’re going to be my cub. I’m claiming this ass.”
The soft click of the tube of lubricant opening sounded like music to Rhoo’s ears. Cool moisture sluiced along the crack, fueling his hunger for more. Like a dream come true, Dary stroked his fingers deep, coating them with lube as he pressed in a third and then fourth digit. Rhoo tried to keep still and relax, but the stretching muscles left him quivering on the edge of ecstasy. He didn’t know how he’d managed to last that long when only a single mantra chanted in his head.
I’m yours. I’m yours.
“You’re damn right you’re going to be mine.” Dary slipped from Rhoo’s well-prepared hole, and gave him a few sharp spanks again. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream my name.”
“Yes, fuck me now, please fuck—”
The broad head of Dary’s thick erection breached him, and the dark, acute burn stole the breath from Rhoo’s lungs. Time froze, and the world shrank to just the two of them as Dary demanded entrance, not pausing with his invasion or giving him a chance to brace himself. Fire raced along Rhoo’s spine, igniting his blood like a wick desperate to scorch a path though his body.
When he feared the burgeoning storm inside him would sweep him away too soon, Dary’s voice anchored him. “That’s my cub. I’m so proud of you.”
He rubbed his hand over his sensitive skin, keeping his nerves tingling. But his words found a shortcut to Rhoo’s soul. It all sounded so perfect, he’d been made for this man, and the universe had simply waited for them to find each other.
The moment he bottomed out, Dary started a long, torturous retreat, withdrawing inch by inch. Rhoo clenched, desperate to hold onto the flared edge. “No!”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere now that I’m right where I belong.”
Rhoo pushed back when he surged forward again, smacking his balls on Rhoo’s thigh. The enticing sound of skin-on-skin intoxicated him. “Faster, faster—”
“Who are you talking to like that?” Another hard swat landed on the side of his hip. It didn’t hurt, instead adding to the intense crackle of electricity firing every nerve ending in his body. He bowed, wordlessly begging for more.
Slap. “Answer me, cub.”
“Papa Bear.” The words flowed from his lips as Dary pistoned in and out of his ass. It felt natural and perfect.
“That’s right, you’re mine.”
Rhoo moved counterpoint to their rhythm, the heavy, powerful thrusts agony and bliss. Dary anchored an arm around his torso and lifted him so his shoulders rubbed against his chest. Rhoo dropped his arms behind his head, his cuffed hands against the base of Dary’s neck. Thick thighs forcing his own farther apart, Rhoo straddled them as his papa bear gripped his cock and tugged.
“I want to taste you, cub. Come. In. My. Hand.” He punctuated each command with a firm yank, twisting his hand as his foreskin closed over the tip.
Helpless to do anything but feel the rough strokes, Rhoo writhed in Dary’s embrace. His balls lifted, but he fought the orgasmic wave, not wanting this to end. A low growl vibrated the skin on his neck, and he screamed out his pleasure, convulsing in Dary’s arms while he jackhammered into him. An incredibly loud shout pierced the air, and the blazing heat of Dary’s cum bathed the inside of Rhoo’s channel.
He collapsed in the strong arms, trusting Dary to hold him. Low, murmured words feathered over Rhoo’s ear as Dary pressed kisses against his neck and across his cheek. He had no idea what the words were, but they sounded wonderful and he loved them. When Dary pulled out, Rhoo couldn’t hold back a soft whimper at the aching emptiness.
“My poor cub, let me take care of you.” Dary lowered him onto the bed and tucked a pillow under his head. There was a soft click of the cuffs being removed, and then Dary gently massaged his wrists. Through it all, Rhoo never opened his eyes, content to float in the gentle current of afterglow. He dozed for a few minutes, only rousing when Dary wiped his sensitive ass with a warm cloth.
“Do you need something to drink?”
Rhoo managed to shake his head. He didn’t want to drink anything or eat anything. He wanted to cuddle up with his thoughtful man and go to sleep. Arms enveloped him, pulling him tight against his chest.
“Such a good boy, you did so well.”
Rhoo wanted to correct him. Cub. I like cub. But the part of his brain that controlled speech had already drifted off, and consciousness followed quickly after.