Page 88 of Chasing After You
All of a sudden, my mouth was being pried open by his fingers to make room for the ball gag. My tongue explored the intruder, and my teeth scraped against it. Dorian secured it behind my head, then let his hands slide down my back.
“Once we’re done here, I’m going to destroy this tiny fucking hole,” he grunted, his hands roughly pulling my cheeks apart to expose my fluttering hole.
He kept my ass spread for a few more seconds, taking his time to admire his prize. With a chuckle, his hands fell back, leaving me feeling untethered without his touch.
I whined through the gag, wiggling my hips back at him.
“Don’t worry, angel. I know what you need. Just think of the lashes as an extension of my touch,” he said softly.
I could hear him behind me, the soft hiss of the flogger sliding across his palm, the creak of leather in his grip. It wasn’t really fear that made my heart race as much as it was anticipation. A low, simmering tension curled deep in my chest.
He hadn’t touched me yet, but I felt him. His presence was heavy, protective, and calming.
“You’re doing perfectly,” he said quietly. “Just breathe for me.”
I did.
The first strike landed like a whisper, barely more than a brush across my upper ass. I flinched—not from pain, but from surprise. Then came another, slightly firmer, like a tap on a drum. The leather strands fanned out across my skin in a wide arc. It stung a little, but mostly just warmed my skin.
No thoughts. Just feel.
He was methodical with it. Never rushed. The rhythm was steady, the intensity and strength of the hits gradually building. My body responded without my permission, sinking deeper into the restraints, nerves lit with heat and awareness. It felt as if my mind was being peeled apart layer by layer, leaving me feeling loose and content—soupy, just like how the ropes had made me feel.
I couldn’t move much, couldn’t speak, but Dorian watched me the whole time. I knew he did. I could feel his gaze inspecting my every movement—every shiver, breath, tremble, or flinch.
When he paused, I could hear his labored breathing. He stepped close, warm palms brushing over my back, over the reddened skin. I moaned at the feel of his soft, cool hands soothing the blazing sting.
“So good for me,” he whispered. “Still okay?”
I nodded, letting out an affirmative moan. God, it was like my whole body had melted. The slight tension I’d had was gone, washed away by the heat.
He rested his forehead against the nape of my neck for a moment, just breathing me in.
“Just two more, I think.” One of his hands wrapped around my hips to find my cock. I bucked forward as the hand loosely milked me. “Fuck, Josh,” he hissed into my skin. “Youownme, angel. I hope you know that.”
I cried out as he released my dick and stepped back once more.
The flogger crashed against my already aching backside, lighting me up inside.Fuck, it hurt.But Dorian was right, I really did like pain.
“Last one,” he announced, letting the final strike lick my skin.
I wanted to beg for more, to plead with him to leave me strung up for him all day, taking hit after delicious hit. But anything I said turned into meaningless babbling from the gag.
My toes curled against the floor as he spread my cheeks, his hands groping my newly reddened ass.
I heard the click of a bottle opening, then flinched at the feeling of lube dripping down my crack. I shuddered at the press of his thumb against the sensitive skin of my rim.
“That’s it, good boy. Relax and let me open you up for my cock.”
His thumb pushed past resistance and breached my channel. He stretched me quickly, removing his thumb and replacing it with his pointer finger. After a few thrusts, he pushed in his middle finger, scissoring the two against my inner walls.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he growled, pulling out his fingers. The blunt head of his cock nudged against my slick opening. I bit down on my gag as he thrusted, sheathing himself fully in my heat. My eyes rolled back in my head at the rough entry. My hole burned from not being stretched enough, and I decided that I really fucking liked that.
After taking a second to pause and adjust to my tightness, he began fucking me in earnest. He quickly located my prostate, angling his hips so that each thrust targeted the spot.
All I could do was take it.
His heavy balls slammed against my own, making an obscene slapping sound. My abdomen tightened, the pressure inside me building up rapidly.
