Page 15 of Obey

I want him to forget about that other man, about the flogging and the fucking show they’d been giving. Watching Maddox submit in public had made my vision turn red. Maybe lashing out wasn’t my finest hour, but it’s led to this, here.

I slide one hand underneath his shirt and drag my nails over his abs. “I’m going to fuck you,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Right here, up against the car.”

Maddox makes a choked sound, half between a groan and agreement, and he kisses me again.

Tonight is the first time we’ve kissed in a long, long time.

We used to do this a lot. When we were horny teenagers who didn’t know what they were doing, we would make out while trying to work up to something more. We’d been each other’s firsts, discovering what we liked and how to make another person feel good.

I want to hurt him, though. I want to put my own marks on his back and cover up the welts he must have now.

“Turn around,” I growl at him.

He looks up at me, expression confused, and for a moment, I think he’s going to argue.

But he obeys like he always does, and I push his shirt up to look at his back. Jealousy roils within me as I stare at the welts, and I dig my fingernails into them, marking over them.

He lets out a quiet little whine, thrusting his hips back against me.

I’m dimly aware that none of this is helping my case. Yes, I treat him like trash, because he fucking deserves it.

But I don’t want anybody else to touch him either. I want to be the only person to fuck him up.

I’m not going to dwell on my feelings though. This is just about getting all the anger and emotions out of my system.

“Unbuckle your belt,” I growl as I unzip my fly. “Spread your legs. I’m going to finger you open.”

The sound he makes is strangled, and he shakes his head weakly. “Nayeem…”

I freeze. Nobody has called me by my real name in years. It’s strange to hear it, let alone on his lips, in that tone.

I grab the back of his neck and squeeze, ignoring the tightness in my chest. “Do it. Get yourself ready for me.”

I can hear him swallow hard, and he lets out a low, shaky breath. At first, I think he’s not going to do it, and I grip him more tightly. He moans, finally obeying me and unbuckling his belt. He slides his pants down, not caring about our location in the parking lot, and presents his pert ass to me.

I let go of his neck so I can squeeze his ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal his hole. I’m tempted to plunge right in, but even in this haze I don’t want to cause permanent damage.

Just a little damage.

I lean down to spit on his hole, then quickly coat two of my fingers with spit. I give the sensitive skin around his hole a few cursory rubs before thrusting the fingers inside.

Maddox arches, thrusting back against my fingers. “Don’t… I don’t have a condom.”

I let out a harsh laugh. “I do.”

Not because I’d intended to fuck anybody here—but I’d been at the twink’s place first, and I’ve been carrying condoms on me all the time lately, just in case I find Maddox alone somewhere.

I keep fingering him, closing in on his prostate and taking in all his moans and trembles. His ass clenches around my fingers, and I know from experience just how good it’s going to feel when I’ve got my cock in there.

“Of course you do,” he mutters, and he sounds bitter. “Who were you gonna fuck, huh? Guess I’m not the one who’ll fuck anything with legs.”

“I’m fucking you,” I growl, ramming my fingers in farther.

Maddox moans and spreads his legs wider.

I pull my fingers out and fumble for the condom in my jeans pocket. It takes a few tries to get it open and roll it onto my cock. I spit in my hand so I can lube myself up nominally, then line myself up.

“Got any complaints?” I ask, rubbing the tip of my cock against his hole.

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