Page 20 of Beg for Death
"I-I…" He frowned. "I wanted you to touch me."
I stared at him. "What?"
His bottom lip trembled. "I wanted you to touch me."
I stared down at him. For a moment, I was shocked. Too shocked to move. I looked him up and down.
"You're a sick little fuck, you know what?"
He whimpered, and I saw as he tried to hide his cock away. Just a few words and he was already leaking? Something twisted in my stomach. I reached out, grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked him down until his knees hit the floor hard. He cried out, the sound choked before I stared down at him.
"Beg," I ordered. "On the floor. Naked. Stay down there like the dog you are, and beg for exactly what you want," I breathed, my throat tight. "I want to hear every sick, disgusting thought that goes through that head of yours."
Felix wiggled on the floor. He looked like he wanted to hide in a room or under the floor, yet he seemed ready for me to dismantle him. Licking his lips, he stared up at me with those eyes that I couldn't get enough of. They looked good, especially when he was crying. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I shook him slightly, reminding him that I was still waiting on him to speak.
"I wanted you to touch me," he whimpered. "Everywhere. However you want." He rocked lightly as if he couldn't help himself. "Wanted you to hurt me. Slap me. Make me suck your dick again." He gazed up at me. "I just want it so bad," he moaned.
Staring down at him, I shook my head. He was insane. But I was starting to put things together. Felix wasn't as innocent as he looked. No, he was a masochist. A little pain slut who got off on calling me daddy. I licked my lips, heat running over my body as I stared at him.
"Spread your legs," I said.
Felix's head snapped up again. "Sir?"
"Boy, you really can't hear, can you? I said spread your fucking legs. Let me see how wet that pathetic cock is."
He whimpered. "Daddy…"
I waved the knife in his face. "Do you really want to make me have to tell you again?"
Felix spread his legs slowly. When he tried to keep his cock covered, I reached down and snatched his hand away. There it stood against his thigh, thick and dripping sticky strands of precum. I reached down and wrapped a hand around his length. My thumb pressed on the slit of his dick and he hissed, his hipsrocking back and forth as he tried to chase pleasure. I removed my hand. Reaching down, I pulled him to his feet by his arm and dragged him to the bedroom. I shoved Felix inside. The door shut behind us, and I walked him over to the bed before I climbed onto it and laid back. I gestured with the knife.
"Get between my thighs and worship my cock and balls," I demanded. "Lick. Suck. Kiss. You do what you need to until I tell you to stop. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Felix helped take off my clothes until I was naked. When he settled between my legs, I kept the knife pressed to his body, against his throat, his cheek. I even drew it over his arm. Every time he felt the cool press of steel, his entire body shuddered. I glanced down as his tongue dragged over my cock, down my balls, even tasted my asshole. I grunted, my other hand tightening in his hair.
"Filthy slut," I grunted. "You like this, huh? Being used? I fucking kidnapped you and you're still into it. How fucked up are you?"
He whimpered. I saw the flush on his cheeks and the back of his neck. The white patches on his face drew my eye. His curls an invitation. I pulled him free from my body and dragged him upward. My blade pressed against his stomach as he laid on top of me. I stared up at him.
"I could cut you open," I whispered. "Could gut you like the stupid littleputayou are. But then I wouldn't get to try out that tight little asshole." I groaned. "And I'm going to savor it nice and deep when I'm ready."
Felix shivered. "Yes, Daddy," he gasped out.
Fuck. I dragged him up higher and slammed my lips against his. Felix whimpered against my lips, a moan quickly following. My tongue slid into his mouth, exploring the depths as he wiggled and squirmed against me. The heat of his body, aliveand perfectly weighted, seemed to make me melt into the damn mattress. I reached down, palming his thick ass in my hand. Felix ground against me, his cock thrusting against my inner thigh as I slipped my tongue in deeper, more roughly. I pulled back, gasping for air as he moaned on top of me. Felix was practically humping my thigh.
I blinked myself back to reality. Shit. Had I just kissed him? What was I thinking? Suddenly, the moment felt too close… too tight. My jaw worked as I stared down at him. He looked happy, a stupid little grin on his pink plump lips. Those eyes lit up as he licked them. I shoved him off me. Felix fell onto the floor with a yelp, and I shot up. He groaned but picked himself up and got on his knees. Still eager. Still waiting.
"There's something wrong with you," I snapped. "You think I'm into this sick shit?"
Felix was quiet before he whispered, "Your cock is hard."
I stared down. His words were the last straw. Without thinking, I moved and grabbed him, pulling him back up to his feet. I disappeared from the room and came back to him still standing beside the bed. The minute he opened his mouth, I shoved him over the side of the bed and kicked his legs aside. The lube in my hand poured out of the bottle as I slicked up my length. I pressed myself between his thick thighs and started humping away as I spread his cheeks. Felix's asshole called to me, but I wasn't stupid enough to cross that fucking line. Screwing him was stupid. He was something to use for my pleasure, for his pain, but not for him. Never for him. And if I nutted in his ass, I knew I would be messing up all over again.
My breathing turned to pants as I gripped his hips and growled. Felix cried out, his body shaking and jiggling with every thrust. I was obsessed with the way his body moved. Like water. I reached up and brought my hand down hard, smacking hisass. Felix gasped, his hips pushing back to meet me as he leaned against the mattress.
"Daddy, more," he begged. "Hurt me. Please let me cum."
