Page 59 of Drag You Down
Shaking his head, Levi interrupts me, “It’s not.”
I get two fingers inside him immediately, and he sinks onto them, making the angle more awkward. I don’t mind, though, adjusting my hand so I can get my fingers in deeper. He jolts against me when I hit his prostate, and I smile.
“Are you ready for me?” I kiss his shoulder. “You’ll have full control of how fast and deep we go.”
His gaze finds mine again, and while I don’t like the uncertainty in his gaze, he doesn’t tell me to stop. Instead, he nods again. I help him shift so that the head of my cock is poised at his hole.
He moans as he starts to lower himself onto me, though from the pained sound he makes, he must go too far too fast. I grip his hips, holding him steady, and he gives me a grateful look.
“There you go,” I say.
He lifts his head, and I see he still has tears in his eyes. From the spanking, or something else?
Either way, I kiss them away.
Those tears are mine, too.
I release my tight grasp on his hips, allowing him to start to sink down onto me, and he bites his lip. He doesn’t try to stop, though, this time continuing to let gravity take him until I’m fully inside of him.
“Oh.” Levi’s breathing speeds up. “That’s…morethan yesterday.”
“Yes,” I agree. “You’ve taken every last inch of me, little lamb.”
“It’s…” He falters. “It’s good. I’m sore, but it’s good.”
I grip his thighs—and they’re so warm, from his body heat, from the spanking, from the passion between us—and urge him up. “My beautiful lamb.”
“Daddy,” he whispers, and warmth races through me at the word tumbling from his lips. He shivers as he starts to sink down again. I help him, and he rises and settles down again, slowly fucking his own ass with my cock.
It’s slower than last night, but the pleasure is almost more intense. My lamb is taking what he needs from me. I’ll give him everything he has ever dared to desire, every secret want that was only a small whisper in his imagination.
I help him lift up and down, groaning when his nails rake down my back once more. I’ll bear his scars for him.
Moments of pleasure pass, with each of us taking and giving in turn, and he’s the first to spill. He shudders as his cum spills out over my stomach, and it’s all I can do not to immediately follow.
I thrust up into him only a few more times before it all overwhelms me, and my cum floods his ass as I come. I lean forward, kissing his shoulder, nipping it, tasting his skin and basking in the afterglow of my climax.
When I look up, expecting to see him flushed from ecstasy, I instead see the tears streaming in full force again.
“Why are you crying?” I ask, reaching up with a sticky hand to wipe the tears away.
“I don’t… This is fake. How can it be penance, if it feels good?” Levi asks. He scrambles off my lap, but I stop him before he can leave the bed entirely.
“Because it’s relief. It’s absolution. I’m giving you permission, lamb, to forgive yourself for whatever you think you’ve done wrong.” I wonder if there are others I’ll need to kill. Is it only Zachariah who destroys my lamb’s enjoyment of life, or does he have sycophants whose murder I will delight in?
“What I think I’ve done wrong?” he repeats, sounding baffled. He lets out a weak laugh. “What IknowI’ve done wrong. I sinned last night, over and over. Sex is supposed to be… it’s not about carnal desire. It’s meant for people who… who love each other.”
I almost tell him that I do love him, that of course this was all about love.
But it’s too soon. I’ll scare him more with those words than with the spanking.
“It can be about whatever we want it to be,” I tell him. “There is no wrong way to have sex, if you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Unless it’s between men,” he says bleakly. “I asked to experience the sin of Sodom, but I didn’t understand how tainted it would make my soul.”
I could argue with him. I could tell him that Zachariah likely wears mixed fabrics and eats shrimp, along with a host of other sins, but he wouldn’t listen.
Instead of that, I kiss him again. “Does this feel like sin, little lamb?”
