Page 101 of Inferno

“Henry,” he says, demanding my full attention. “Come here.”

The insistence in his tone settles me, and I crawl up the bed until I’m hovering over him, the way he’s done to me before.

“Keep coming,” he growls, grabbing my hips and dragging me up his chest.

“Straddle me. Put your knees on either side of my hips.”

I follow his instructions, feeling awkward until I feel him guide the head of his dick to my hole.

“Good boy, now slowly sit down. I want to feel your ass open up while I fill you with my dick.”

Doing as he says, I carefully back down onto him, swallowing thickly as his cock breaches my hole. Not allowing me to stop, he carefully urges me down, pushing into my body, until my ass is in his lap and I feel like his cock is in my stomach.

Running my fingers over my belly, I push against the skin, wondering if I press hard enough if I’ll be able to feel him inside of me.

“Jesus, you’re even tighter like this,” Anders rasps, holding my hips, his grip tight enough to bruise.

“I…I…” I try to articulate what I need, but my fuzzy brain can’t find the words. Anders must understand what I can’t tell him, because he guides me to lift up, then slowly lower my ass back down again.

Up and down, he controls the tempo, squeezing my hips when I try to move quicker. I’m still hard, my dick weeping precum, fresh drops pushing from the head every time his dick hits my prostate.

“Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m asking for, but confident that he’ll know and give me what I need.

“Not yet, Kitten,” he says, his voice a guttural snarl, like he’s gritting his teeth to prolong his own release.

“Please,” I beg again, pushing down a little harder and exhaling a low whine as a surge of bliss follows my ass landing firmly in his lap.

“Not. Yet,” he growls.

“Please, please, please, please,” I chant, sliding up and down his dick, each thrust pushing me closer and closer.

“Not until I tell you,” Anders orders, fisting my dick and jerking me in rough strokes in rhythm with my ass bouncing up and down on his cock.

An animalistic whine starts in the back of my throat, pouring from my lips as I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation of his dick pounding my ass.

With one hand squeezing my hip tightly and the other working my dick in fast jerks, Anders snarls. “Come for me, Henry. Come all over me while I fuck my cum into your ass.”

My body processes his permission before my brain can. Heat shoots from my balls, up and out of my dick as my whine turns to a squealing groan of pleasure.

Fucking me in hard, fast thrusts, I feel each spurt of cum as his dick swells, then explodes in my ass. Fucking me through his orgasm, his fist keeps working my cock, and I come, then come again, my own heartbeat thrumming in my ears as the crescendo of pleasure rising through me almost feels too much. Just when I’m not sure I can take anymore, the wave starts to recede and my muscles give way.

TWENTY

ANDERS

Exhaling a ragged breath,Henry collapses forward onto my chest, his palms only stopping his fall a second before his cheek slaps into my pec.

“Oh my god,” he pants, his chest heaving up and down, his sweat-damp skin slipping over mine.

“I love you,” I rasp, wrapping my arm across his back and kissing the top of his head.

He doesn’t say it back, and even though I long to hear the words from his lips, I understand why he’s not ready yet.

For the last three days, I’ve done my best to stop myself from fighting my dominant urges. Henry seems to have an uncanny knack for knowing when I’m holding back and calling me on it.

Every time he’s asked what I really want, I’ve told him the unsanitized truth, and instead of being appalled, he’s been willing and excited. In our time apart, I’ve done my best to try to understand my needs. When I broke down what I wanted from Henry, I was shocked to realize that it wasn’t preplanned scenes or total submission. What I really want and need is just him.

I want him to be happy and healthy and mine. I still want to boss him around, demand he obey my rules, and be a part ofevery millisecond of his life, but for the first time in years, those things don’t feel terrifying.

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