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Those fucking words. He was going to kill me with his words.
I closed my eyes and relaxed. The head of his cock pushed into me—a sudden, perfect intrusion that caused me to whimper.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed, going deeper.
The initial burn of his entry blended with the pain on the outside of my ass and lit me up. And soon it faded so that the outer fire became a counterpoint to the ecstasy of penetration.
“Alastair!” I cried as he sank in all the way, pinioning me against the wood of the antique desk, curling over me and causing the tender skin of my bottom to sing with agony.
“So sweet. You are so fucking sweet,” he murmured.
“No. I’m naughty. I’m a naughty, naughty boy,” I panted, crazed with the pleasure and the pain and the desperate, outrageous need.
“So fucking naughty,” Alastair moaned, fucking me with care.Too much care.
“Yes,” I said, and it sounded like a sob. “Please fuck me.Please.”
I’d never heard myself sound so broken, so desperate.
“Do you think I could deny you anything?” he whispered in my ear as he started to move.
I closed my eyes. My arms ached and my elbows felt raw from the wood, my hands clasped in some kind of prayer.
“Grab the desk,” Alastair growled.
I unfurled my fingers. Every bit of me was a mix of sensation—torture and bliss bursting like pop rockets. I hooked my hands over the edge of the desk and held on as Alastair fucked me with powerful and relentless motions that made the desk creak and all sorts of sounds come out of my mouth.
He wasn’t quiet, either. He cursed and praised me in the same breath as he lost himself in his pleasure, and I wondered if he’d forgotten about me in its pursuit. Just the thought of it made me love it more—the idea of being used, of being an object that existed purely to be ravished and fucked and enjoyed. I didn’t know why, but it made me crazy in a good way. I wanted to reach for my cock, but I didn’t dare or I’d slide off the desk and onto the floor.
Alastair was a beast, and I loved him for it. He sank deep and hard, then pulled back and did it again. The third time, he stopped with his cock buried inside me and gave out a yell, giving shallow and staccato thrusts as he filled the condom, his fingers clutching my hips, his hot breath on my back, his soft satisfied groan in my ears.
My brain was a whirl of sensation and desire. I almost came from the mere thought of Alastair’s climax. But I didn’t need to, because Alastair wrapped slick fingers around my cock and started moving again, fucking me with his still-hard cock and jerking me with rough, merciless strokes.
“Come on, Toby,” he murmured, out of breath and wrecked from his recent orgasm.
It didn’t take long. I held onto the edge of the desk for dear life as he propelled me over the edge and cursed as my cock pulsed streams of jizz over his fingers and my insides burst with fireworks.
“Oh yeah. Fuck, yeah,” Alastair muttered. “You’re gorgeous, Toby. Fucking gorgeous. And you’remine.”
Those possessive words stretched out my climax. I groaned in agreement as the last strains of pleasure wracked me. Alastair supported himself on the desk as we recovered. He shifted and his fingers anchored the condom as he pulled out.
He kissed my shoulder and straightened, giving my ass a slap that made me howl in surprise and agony.
“Sore?” he said, as I hugged the desk and rode the wave of pain until it lessened.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I growled, then whimpered.
“Oh, honey, I’m gonna be touching this ass for days, until it’s not sore anymore. Then I’m gonna make it hurt again.”
Why those possessive and sadistic words sent a thrill through me I’d never know, but I was learning not to question these things.
“Fine. Only lay off the spanking for a couple of days at least.Shit,”I said, letting him help me up as my muscles and joints added their complaints. “Everything hurts now.”
He smiled with what might have been actual sympathy. “The pain is easier to bear when you’re super aroused. Your ass looks amazing, by the way.”
I craned my head around to look but I couldn’t see it that well. “Oh fuck. I have to pull my panties up…and my jeans!”
Alastair chuckled, the bastard, tucking himself away and fastening his belt. “Well, you don’thaveto, but we’ll get some strange looks if you don’t.”
