Page 64 of Obey

“I’m going to wring you out and leave you an incoherent mess,” Knives growls. “If you can still complain, we’ve got a long way to go.”

“I’m a mess!” I protest, the need threatening to overwhelm me as I try to thrust up against him—only to be caught again as he stops me with a look. “Sorry, sorry,” I mumble.

I’m not, not really.

As long as he doesn’t stop, anyway.

He wasn’t kidding, though. He alternates between using his hands, fingers, and tongue to drive me absolutely wild. Pleasure floods in to me, and right as I think I’ll finally get to come, he pulls away and pinches or bites me. I try keeping my sounds to myself, I try holding perfectly still, but I’m doing something to give myself away every time.

The constant denial is making me sweat and tremble. After the fifth or sixth time, I barely have the strength to hold my legs up.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Nayeem, please.”

Knives kisses the inside of my thigh. “Shh. You’re doing great. Once more.”

“Nayeem,” I protest, not even caring that I’m whining anymore. “Fuck me. Come on. Just fuck me, and let me come on your cock, and—” He bites down, and I jerk, words failing me as I can do nothing but groan.

“I’ll fuck you,” Knives says.

I want to cheer, but the most I can do is a tired smile.

“But only if you don’t come at all,” Knives concludes. “Or I let you come, and I’ll mark up your face. You don’t get to touch my cock at all.”

Another little sound of protest escapes me, and I shake my head. “That’s just evil.” I’m not sure I can keep from coming, not with the way he keeps playing me like I’m a fucking instrument.

Knives lets go of me and sits back, grinning at me. “What’ll it be? I don’t care which you choose. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t come if I’ve got my cock inside you.”

I stare at him. “The fuck? I’d come the second you…” I squirm, trying to focus but only able to think about his touch, about his cock.

Knives glances down at my painfully hard erection. “You think I can’t make you go soft first?”

“Let’s… let’s not…” I start, but I forget what I was saying halfway through. “Fuck, I just want to come. Please, I’ll beg.”

I’m already begging, but who cares? I’ll beg as much as he wants if he only lets me come.

“That’s your answer?” Knives takes my balls into one of his large, warm hands and starts massaging. “I won’t need that condom after all?”

“Don’t need a condom anyway,” I mumble. I don’t know how he’ll react to that, but I don’t particularly care.

Knives freezes, and his expression softens. “Maddox… that’s not something you should offer right now. Even though I really, really want to take you up on that.”

I look at him, fighting through the haze to reply, “I’m not just…” I let out a frustrated sound, torn because I want him to keep touching me as much as I want him to fuck me—and I want him to fuck me bare. I’m tired of the condoms, tired of the barrier between us.

Tired of the distrust.

But he’s right. This isn’t the time to try to negotiate anything, not when my brain is so overrun with pleasure. I groan, not sure what to say. Not sure what I want.

That’s not true. I want everything. I just can’t make a fucking decision to save my life.

Knives bends forward awkwardly, his bulk pressing against the stretched fabric of the sweats, and kisses me. I kiss back the best I can, although that mostly means opening my mouth for him and moaning when he runs his tongue over mine.

“Okay,” Knives says breathlessly. “Okay. You can come now.” He sits back to wrap his hand around my cock and strokes it expertly. The brief interlude did nothing to calm my need, and it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to overwhelm me.

I spill over his hand, and I sob, both out of relief and disappointment.

As soon as I start going soft, Knives helps me lower my legs. Then he straddles my chest, and I watch as he strokes himself with his cum-stained hand.

“I wanna suck you,” I tell him, my words slurred. Not that a blowjob from me would be anything special right now, not when I’m stuck in such a daze.

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