Page 59 of Blood on Ice

“No.”

“All right then, I’ll just jerk off. Maybe if you stay still, I’ll even come on your sweet, hungry ass.”

“Don’t you dare. You either fuck me, or I’ll have you on your back and take your ass. Then I’ll see how easily you control things.”

“You think you could do that? You think you could subdue me?”

“I think you need me, so I could do anything I wanted.”

I slapped his ass so hard he slid up the bed. “Fuck, that hurts!”

“I’ll hurt you more if you can’t be a good boy.”

“You think you’re so fucking strong. Do you know how hard I train?”

“I do, and it’s hot as hell knowing someone as powerful as you is on his knees, ass in the air, dying for my cock.”

“I’m not dy?—”

I grabbed his tie and yanked on it, cutting off his words. “Yes, you are.” I pressed forward just enough for him to feel how thick my cock was. “You need this.”

He tried to speak but I tugged harder, choking him with the fabric. He clawed at it, trying to free himself, but I wasn’t letting go. Finally, when his face was red, his eyes watering, I released him.

He gasped for air and tried to move away, but I caught his hips and dug my fingers in.

“You’re a fucking psycho.” He barely choked out the words.

“Maybe that’s what you need.”

“No.”

“Tell me.”

He glared at me. “I need to fucking breathe.”

“And now you can. Be a good boy, and I’ll let you keep doing it.”

“I’m not your fucking pet.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he snarled.

“By the end of the night, you’ll be anything I ask you to be.”

“No.”

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking perfect.”

He shook his head. “You’re insane.”

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I…I told you I wanted to be fucked, and I meant it, but I don’t need your crazy ass games.”

“Are you so sure about that?” I thrust in, stretching him just a little.

“Holy fuck. That’s….”

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