I ran the smooth lengths of ropes through my hands as I unhurriedly took the stairs to the second floor. Once I'd dismissed him, I'd cleaned up the minimal mess in my kitchen and stored the food for later. I'd stayed in my office working until I heard the water stop and gave him a few minutes to comply with my order to be waiting in the bed. All day I'd imagined what I had planned for him. I'd decided to reveal who I was only for the fact I wanted to keep him. It still confused me—the possessiveness that I had for Harrison. I'd spent my life alone, hating everyone and everything, killing without remorse for work and fun.
I'd excelled at many things over my lifetime, but killing was the one I took the most pride. Although I’d felt content with my existence, something inside me had shifted when I’d met Harrison. It was all disorienting wanting someone. When I'd entered the kitchen, I enjoyed the sight of him standing in my home naked and waiting for me. I felt something I assumed was disappointment when he found me lacking and his faceless captor worth more.
When I made it to my room, I let my gaze move over him where he lay stiffly on my bed. I approached silently and draped the ropes over the footboard, grabbing one. I placed my knees on the mattress and knelt beside him, I secured one end of the rope around his ankle, looping it around his knee. I fed it through the slats of the headboard, pulling until I drew his leg to the side exposing him for me. I repeated on the other limb until I could see the large base of the plug I'd bought for him. His legs were pulled back enough that his ass was tipped off the mattress.
“Do you know what I'm going to do to you?” As I slipped off the bed, I asked unconcerned with his answer. I strode to my closet and removed my shoes. Until he had asked me to let him go, I'd enjoyed the newness of my erection, but now I was angry that my body responded to him. I darted a glance over my shoulder. “Well?”
“No.”
“I'm going to fuck you.” I stripped and placed each item in the dry-cleaning bag until I stood naked. My scars and ugliness on display. I turned to face the bed and heard him gasp. Was it shock or disgust?
“What happened to you?”
“Reminders of the mistakes I've made and why they’re never repeated. Did you do as I asked?”
His face turned red, and his only answer was a nod.
I closed the distance between us, stopped briefly for the lube in the nightstand drawer. I crawled onto the bed and sat on my heels when I positioned myself between his legs. I took the base of the plug in my left hand and tugged until his reddened hole stretched around it. He whimpered, and I let it go to watch it sink back into his ass. While I continued to pull at the plug, I surged forward to wrap my hand around his throat, squeezing until he started to claw again at my wrist like he'd done earlier in the kitchen.
My cock jerked as I eased my hold and he drew in a ragged breath. I did it again and again, each time fucking him harder with the plug until the silicone slapped against his skin. Instead of fighting me, he tapped my wrist when he needed a breath. I wasn't gentle as I removed the plug and set it aside.
“Do you think you've earned my cock, boy?” I had to stop touching him in order to slick my length, and it was painful. Sensations I’d never dreamed existed overwhelmed me with their intensity. My mind was flooded with all the possibilities that my body’s response could conjure.
“N-no,” he answered. But even as he did, Harrison rolled his hips as his body trembled from head to toe.
His heavy body was already covered in sweat that glistened in his body hair.
“So you think you deserve punishment?”
“I—I don't know, sir.”
He squealed as I spanked the lower curves of his cheeks where they met his thighs, then repeating the strikes until the skin rose with the welts of my hands. I felt my breathing pick up so fast that my chest hurt. My concave stomach pulled in tighter, making my ribs stand out more starkly. I placed my thumb under his heavy balls and circled my fingers around his cock, constricting until he whimpered. His cock and balls turned red. I slicked my cock and placed it at his hole. I thrust and pushed his body up the bed—the heat and tightness shocked me.
I measured my cock in his hole, once, twice and a third time. The rim squeezed the base of my dick like a cockring. I memorized the sensation, analyzed the emotions I felt and realized sweat was trickling down my temples. My gaze moved to his face, and he watched me with teary eyes. I frowned at that expression. I released his cock and blanketed his body with mine. The hair on his chest and stomach tickled my skin.
I drew my hips backward and slammed forward, and his deep grunt fanned his breath across my mouth. He asked for a kiss earlier. I don't know what came over me, but I brushed my lips to his. I felt awkward as I kissed him. Blindly, I reached out and tugged the ends of the ropes freeing his legs.
The urge to hurt him faded away as he returned my kiss. He didn't fight or attempt to pull away. His heels dug into my ass cheeks. It was all too overwhelming, the pleasure too much. He parted his lips, and his tongue touched mine—I jerked away. His face was flushed and the waves of his hair stuck to his forehead and temples.
“I've never done this before.”
He confessed his inexperience before he’d sucked my cock. I didn’t understand the covetousness over the fact that he’d known no other cock but mine. I frantically searched for another point of reference in my life where I’d felt this and I couldn’t find a single second to compare.
He touched me. His fingertips stroked along my sides and down to my hips. I enjoyed his softness and the way it conformed to my thin frame. I pulled away completely, and then the tears did start—they wet his cheeks, and my cock got harder.
“On your hands and knees.” He obeyed so sweetly for me, and soon his hairy ass was in the air, his face buried in the pillows. I added more slick to my dick and came up behind him. Then I placed the fat head at his hole. I rammed into him without warning. His back arched and his head tipped backward. I gripped his hips and fucked him.
“Tell me, boy, who owns you?”
“You do.”
I rode him and realized that he pushed back just as hard as I thrust. His ass bounced, and I froze. “Take it, boy.”
He started slowly, pushing backward, rolling his hips as he worked his ass on and off my dick. He screamed and begged like a pretty little slut. He clenched every time he rocked forward.
I was done letting him play. I wanted the orgasm I felt building—my first where I’d fill his ass with cum. I leaned over his back, fisted my hand in his hair and wrapped the free one around his throat. As soon as I controlled his breathing, his movements went wild, and I fucked him with every ounce of my strength. I eased my grip every few seconds, let him catch his breath only to choke him again. His entire body stiffened, and he whimpered in his throat, and I released his hair. Shoving my hand under him to find his cock slicked with cum.
I straightened, retook his hips, and I dropped my gaze to his hole, watching as my length disappeared. His ass was red from the abuse, and I pounded into his limp body.
“Beg me for my cum.”
I pulled out until nothing but the head was inside him, and he grabbed my hips, his nails painfully dug into my flesh.
“Beg.”
“Give me your cum, sir.”
“You want me to fill you? Let you feel it leak out later?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me you're my slut.”
“I'm your slut, sir. Give it to me, sir.”
With piston-hard snaps of my hips, I gave him my cock over and over, my release refusing to come. Every muscle in my body pulled tight to the point of pain, but still, I couldn't get off. Frustration turned to anger, so I used him harder and rougher. I felt it was right there, but I couldn't get there.
I jerked from him, angry at him and my body. He turned over and stared at me. His cock was again semi-hard. I took him again. I slammed my mouth violently onto his, and he clawed at my back. I felt the skin split beneath the pressure of nails he hadn't cut in weeks. I lowered my face to his neck and bit, causing him to throw his head back. I left marks over his throat, shoulders, and chest as I pounded him.
“Sir, it hurts, cum in my ass, please.”
My balls drew up, and my body pulled into an arch as I released, slick and cum making wet sex sounds as I fed his ass my cock. I was forcing him to take every drop. Cum dribbled from his ass wetting my balls and his ass. I didn't stop until it was agony to move and I left him. I grabbed his hard, red cock and jacked him as he writhed on the bed, screaming and calling my name, not sir, but Cowen in a desperate litany. Cum splashed onto my stomach and covered my hand as he relaxed into a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed.
“Clean up your mess, boy.”
He struggled to sit up and then moved until he was on his hands and knees to lick his cum from my stomach. I combed my fingers through his hair. His tongue was hot and wet where it moved over my stomach and pelvic bones.
“Good boy. You're sir's prefect little slut.”
While he cleaned my stomach, I picked up the plug and reinserted it. He shoved his face into my stomach. “You keep it in. I'm not done using that ass. When I'm done, you'll feel empty without me every second of your days and nights. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you mine?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Will you always stay with me?”
“Yes, sir.”
His gaze came up to mine, and I saw the honesty in his eyes. Saw the promise there. A sense of contentment came over me, that's all I could assume it was as I'd never experienced it before. He was mine, and I wasn't letting him go. I'd always wanted to understand what others felt, and he would always give me that. I should've realized it before, but I’d come so close to losing it and Harrison.