Page 47 of The Cult

“Yesssss,” Abel panted. “More, please.”

“How about now?” I clamped them harder, making his entire body contort. I covered his mouth before he let out a scream. “Shhhh,” I whispered in his ear. “Quiet or this is over.” It was an empty threat, because there was no stopping me. Not when Abel played the part so damn well. He was perfection in every sense of the word. I couldn’t believe he was only nineteen.

He nodded in agreement since my hand still covered his mouth.

“Good boy.” I resumed my torment of his nipples, gripping and squeezing them harder each time. They were scarlet red when I finally took mercy on him and stopped.

Quick and short breaths left his lips, matching his twitch. Abel extended his legs, but I doubted it was intentional. Maybe it was because of the relief from my clutch.

“You’re such a good boy,” I said, running my hand over his shaved head, surprising myself at how the words rolled out of me naturally. “Ready for your first reward?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

One word from him and I was a goner. “Stay still.” I unbuttoned his pants before slowly dragging the zipper down, one tooth at a time. I wasn’t going to admit it, but I was as excited to have his dick out as he was. Abel’s cock bobbed beneath the fabric of his pants. I pulled them down until he was fully exposed.

I lowered my face toward his crotch, tracing his dick with my cheek, the heat burning my skin. I closed my eyes when I inhaled the scent of sweat, musk, and spice, mixed with generic soap. I played with the head of his dick, fighting my urge to lick the tip.

Abel rolled his head back, his mouth open. He ground his hips when I wrapped my hand over the tip of his cock, fucking my hands. When I let go of his dick, he whined.

“What did I say?” I reminded him.

“Stay still,” he answered.

I toyed with his balls with one hand while I spat on my rough palm. Fuck—I would need both of my hands to jerk him off. Licking my free hand, I stacked them on top of each other and glided up and down Abel’s thick cock.

He murmured incomprehensible words; his stomach expanding and contracting with his quickening breaths. He was close to coming. I released my hold on him. Too soon. We’d barely started.

As expected, he protested. “No! I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“You come when I tell you to.” I used my index finger to run under his shaft, teasingly and feather-like. I fought the impulse to laugh at the way Abel whimpered, as if he’d die if he didn’t blow his load. Knowing that he couldn’t see my face, I grinned.

I carried on with my torment, following the same stroking routine and stopping when signs of his impending orgasm became evident. The power I had over him at that moment was enthralling. Silky pre-cum dripped from his shaft after his balls doubled in size, and the head of his dick turned from pink to deep red.

Unlike earlier, I took my time with Abel, memorizing every inch of his skin. I lined my head with his chest and, before I talked myself out of it, I bit his nipple while pinching the other. I stopped jacking him off and used my hand to stifle his cry. I stuck my index and middle finger in his mouth for him to suck on, wishing it was my dick. I resumed nipping at his chest, alternating each side, allowing him space to say the safe word if he needed to between clamps.

After thirty minutes of torture, I was ready to let him nut. “You’re doing so good,” I said. “Ready for your final reward?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

He did as he was told and stood, wobbling due to his restrained hands. I steadied his body, which was dripping with sweat.

“Make me come, please,” Abel begged.

I grabbed his neck from behind, choking him. “What did I say about talking without permission?”

He hushed like the good boy he was.

“Good boy.”

Slowly, I untied his hands. “Don’t move a muscle,” I said. I pressed my chest against his back while my scarred and calloused hands explored the sides of his veiny neck, toned shoulders, and muscular arms.

Stubbornly, he fisted his leaking cock once his hands were free, jacking his dick in a frenzy.

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