Page 16 of Obey

“No,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Just… Just fuck me, you asshole.”

That’s all the invitation I need. I thrust into him, groaning at how fucking tight he is. I guess I know he hasn’t been fucked tonight already.

The thought of somebody else fucking him, loosening him up, making him cry out and beg threatens to turn my vision red. I tighten my grip on his hips, and I hope I leave big, dark bruises on him that will make it clear to everybody that he’s not available.

Except he is available.

I don’t want Maddox. Maddox is a fucking traitor, somebody who can’t be trusted or relied on, somebody who is only out for himself.

I shouldn’t fucking care that somebody else takes his ass.

I push the thoughts down and focus just on how hot he is, how he’s clenching for me and drawing my cock in.

He’s breathing heavily, his head bowed and pressed against the side of the car as he keeps his ass up so I can fuck him more easily. No matter what he says, what he does, he wants me to fuck him.

The cool night air reminds me of where exactly we are, and I think about how anybody could walk by. One of the patrons from the club might come out here and see me fucking Maddox within an inch of his life.

That should be the show they get, not one where Maddox gets a pathetic excuse for a flogging by a man who probably doesn’t lift anything heavier than his shoes.

We don’t want to get the cops called on us for indecent exposure, though. We’re in a relatively dark corner of the parking lot, but Maddox is being so fucking loud. His little grunts and mewls that are driving me wild are also echoing through the parking lot.

I place my hand over his mouth on the next thrust and lean closer. “Keep fucking quiet. You’ll give us away.”

Maddox groans against my hand, tilting his head back as he tries to look at me. I can see the desperation in his face—that, and something guarded that tells me he’s trying to keep everything from me.

I want to fuck him harder, to fuck those emotions out into the open.

I snake my other hand down to his cock, gratified that he’s completely hard. I start stroking him in time with my thrusts. The angle and movement is awkward, but I don’t give a fuck. I just need him to let go of whatever he’s holding back.

He doesn’t get to fucking hide from me.

And he doesn’t.

Before long, he’s spilling into my hand, his moans loud despite my other hand trying to stifle them. I wish I could hear them, but that would mean fucking him somewhere that isn’t a storage closet or an alleyway, somewhere we both lose control instead of rethinking it somehow.

But I can’t, and I won’t. I will take this, though, and I come hard into the condom thinking about how his voice sounds when he’s begging, hoarse with pleasure and need. Does he still sound the same?

It’s been too long since I’ve heard him beg for me.

I stay inside him while I wait for my orgasm to subside. His ass keeps clenching and unclenching around me, and I think about how good that would feel without the condom, like he was trying to milk my cock.

I slide my hand away from his mouth and rest it on his hip.

This is the part where I should pull away. I should leave to go do whatever I was on my way to do before I stopped to fuck Maddox, except there’s nowhere else for me to be right now.

He sags against the car, mumbling something I can’t understand. He’s completely and utterly spent, I can tell that much, and the idea of him driving like this doesn’t give me a good feeling. But what else am I supposed to do? Stick him in a rideshare and let him stumble his way up to his apartment?

I pull out and toss the condom onto the parking lot concrete, then shuffle over to my car so I can grab the tissues from inside. After I’ve wiped down and tucked my cock away, I turn to Maddox once more.

He’s still just resting against the car.

“Maddox?” My voice sounds odd to my ears.

“Mm?” he replies. He sounds almost drunk.

Fuck. I’ve seen a few other subs get like this, but I don’t usually stick around long after the session is over. Maybe that’s irresponsible, but they know I’m not in it to give them more than a good time.

Maddox doesn’t want me here, I’m sure, but he’s resting against his car with his cock out. There’s no telling how long it’ll take for him to come to his senses and go home.

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