Page 94 of Inferno

“You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”

“Then let’s get to know each other. I know you haven’t forgiven me, and I don’t expect you to take my apology on face value. But let me work for it. Let’s spend time together. Let’s talk for hours. Let’s learn who each other is, because, if you believe it or not, you are mine, Henry, and I’m yours. We just have to give it a chance.” I’m begging him, but I don’t care. When it comes to him, I have no pride, no shame, because I’ll do whatever I have to if it means he’ll give me a second chance.

“What about the control stuff?”

“I’m a dominant, Henry, and I believe you are naturally submissive. I need control like other people need air. It’s who I am and I’ve been fighting it, suppressing it, because I was scared of going too far.”

“And now?” he asks, cautiously.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Kitten. The urges I have when it comes to you, they’re bigger, more unbridled than I’ve ever experienced. It’s why I ran; it’s why I left. But knowing that I’m hopefully not the monster I believed myself to be has relieved some of the pressure.”

“And what if I don’t like it? What if I don’t want that? What if I don’t want to be a prisoner of your issues?”

“I’d never make you a prisoner, Kitten. I don’t want to cage you, I just want you to need me the way I desperately need you.” The words come out on a yell, dredged from the pits of my very soul.

Silence fills the room again and I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t, and the longer the silence stretches, the more angry and enraged I become.

“We’re going to get to know each other. We’re not going to turn our backs on this,” I finally snap, each word coated in the dominance I hadn’t realized I’d been repressing.

A soft smile curls the corners of his lips, and he nods. “Okay.”

My lips mirror his smile, and I grab his face with both of my hands, dragging him over me until he’s close enough to kiss. “I love you.” The words are as much a vow as they are a statement of fact, but I use them to seal the kiss, slamming my lips against his and plunging my tongue into his mouth.

When he doesn’t immediately kiss me back, I tense, but his tongue slowly slips into my mouth, gently moving in tandem with mine until our chests are sliding against each other, spreading the remnants of his release all over us as we devour each other’s mouths.

For the first time since we met, his touch is bold, and I love it, craving his hands on me and wishing for more, more, more.

“Please,” he whimpers against my lips.

“What do you need, Boy?” I rasp.

“I need you.”

“Tell me what you need?” I demand.

He shudders at the order in my words, and I smile into his mouth.

“I want…” he falters, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

“Do you need my cock in your tight little hole?” I growl. “Do you need to be fucked and filled with my cum?” I’m being deliberately crass so that I can watch as heat flares in his eyes. He likes the dirty talk. I file that information away for the future and wait for him to answer.

“Anders.”

“Answer the question, Boy.”

“Yes. Fuck me. Please. I want you to…stretch me.”

Smiling widely, I flip him over until he’s on his back, lift his ass into the air, and bury my face in his hole. Finding his pucker with my tongue and finger, I start to stretch him, using my spit as lube.

He tenses at my first touch, then slowly relaxes, digging his fingers into the sheet beneath us and gripping it tightly. When his body has softened, I climb out of the bed and find my wallet, crawling back to him with a sachet of lube gripped tightly between my fingers.

Ripping it open, I coat my fingers in the slippery liquid and carefully push first one, then two fingers into body. His tight muscles tense then slowly relax, allowing me to fill his ass, carefully prepping and stretching him, while he mewls and moans, his head thrown back in pleasure.

“Don’t come, Boy. You do not have permission to explode until my dick is in your ass. Do you understand?”

His nod is pained as he squeezes his eyes shut, and starts to chant, “Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come,” over and over again.

His body opens for me easily once he fully relaxes, precum dribbling from the head of his engorged cock. By the time he’s stretched enough to take three of my fingers, he’s humping the air, grinding his cock against nothing as he mumbles incomprehensible nonsense, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

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