Page 21 of Beg for Death
I smacked his ass again. Harder. Harder. His flesh was red, hot to the touch, and streaking with welts. He cried out, his body jerking. I laid the knife against his flesh, let the cool steel caress his ass. Felix rolled his hips. I poured lube on his asshole and then pressed my thumb against his entrance. He cried out, his back arching as he trembled.
"Good boy," I growled. "You want it that badly, huh?" I snapped. "You're practically fucking my thumb like a stupid little bitch and you still can't stop."
"Feels good," he muttered. "So good. Please let me cum. I'll be good, Daddy. I'll be good."
"Will you?" I asked. "Because knocking my glasses on the floor doesn't exactly say good boy. Breaking my shit doesn't say good boy. Lying? Doesn't say good boy."
Felix choked out a sound. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Daddy!" He whimpered. "Please, please don't punish me anymore. I need to cum. Need it!"
I shook my head at him. As he squirmed and begged, I pressed his thighs closer together. My slicked-up length moved back and forth between his legs, pleasure building in the base of my spine as I rocked and fucked against him. He rocked back against my thumb in his ass. I pulled it out and pressed two fingers inside instead. Felix went wild. He moaned, he cursed, he threw those soft curls around as he rocked back against me and my fingers.
"Filthy whore," I groaned. "You really want to cum for your kidnapper? Do it then. Show me how stupid you are."
Felix's moans crescendoed as I reached my peak as well. I drove forward, my body driving me while my brain just shut off. The sound of Felix coming, the noise of his release, filled the airand I was right there with him. I shot my load inside his thighs, panting and moaning as I finally pulled back. Cum dripped from the head of my cock to the floor below.
Real life hit me over the head. I'd unshackled him, kissed him, and fucked his thighs. He dripped with both of our cum, and I was too far in to be doing this shit. I stalked out of the room. When I returned, I shackled him once more and then put the lock in place. I spun the digits on the lock.
"Clean yourself up," I said shortly. "Shower. Then bed. You're lucky I'm not making you clean up that mess in my kitchen. If you pull that crap again? You'll have bread and water for a week."
I slammed the door to the bedroom behind me. My head thunked against the wood as I stared up at the ceiling.Fuck, this is going all wrong.I wasn't supposed to be enjoying myself with him. That was making all of this even messier. I finally pushed off the door and moved away from it. I needed space. Room to breathe. Maybe then I could stop making stupid decisions.
Chapter Ten
Felix
More.
Need clawed up my spine and sank in so deep it felt like it was cutting my insides. A shiver worked its way over my body.
My thighs were still raw, my ass had its own heart beat, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.
That small taste was nothing more than an appetizer. I was starving for more of Ezra's attention. He said I was the sick and fucked-up one but he'd covered my thighs with his thick cum. He kissed me like he was making sure I knew I was his.
Am I his? Can I be?
The thought had my insides twisting. He's the last person I should be craving any of this from, and yet I couldn't stop the way my cock hardened or my heart raced every single time he yelled at me.
I touched my lips. Sleep wasn't coming any time soon, not when I was so wired. Had anything ever felt so good? And he let me cum. My ex hated when I did. He complained that the wholepoint of our dynamic was for him to enjoy himself and for me to be happy that I was being used.
Ezra, on the other hand, didn't let up; he'd brought me to ruin.
"Daddy." The word had come so naturally to me. When I looked at him, that was all I could think. My cock twitched and I wiggled against the bed sheets. Small whimpers were all I could muster as I drove my sensitive cock back and forth. It wasn't enough. I felt so empty. I reached back, and my fingers were not nearly as long as his as I shoved them into my hole. The lube eased the way as I tried to take in more.
A heady moan ripped from the deepest parts of my soul. "Please." My begging surrounded me as I desperately tried to chase the high that Ezra had given me. I didn't even come close. The fear that seemed to have every inch of my body on high alert was missing, the pain that always made my toes curl was gone, his cruel words weren't penetrating me, and his heavy gaze full of judgment was absent.
I was never going to be able to cum like this. A whimper left me as I tried to imagine it all.
"I want to cum."
Banging on the door had my hand freezing in motion and every muscle in my body tensed. Would he come in here and spank me again? Or, better yet, fuck me till I cried? Every thought had my blood boiling and the need to move increasing.
"Shut the fuck up!"
Even him yelling at me was turning me on. A shudder cascaded down my body as I relinquished my cock. I wanted to keep going but there was no way I was going to be able to keep my voice down.
"Yes, sir," I said breathily.
"Puta de mierda."fucking whore
