Page 12 of Deep Down
Chapter 5
Craig
Craig startled awake to a hand wrapped around his cock and fingers pushing into his ass. Darren must have used lube because it didn’t hurt; it was merely unexpected. Craig was laid on his back, exposed, but more than ready to go, especially after the dream he’d been having. Not that he could remember exactly what it was about because of his sharp awakening, but he could remember the warm feelings of it.
“That’s it, babe. Take my fingers. You’ll soon be ready for me.” Darren’s gruff tone made Craig smile. He loved how caveman Darren sounded in the bedroom. He thrust his hips upwards, trying to get more friction in Darren’s light hold. “Ah, ah, ah. Wait for it.” Darren kneeled in between Craig’s legs, his body looming over him.
Craig pushed his head back into the pillow as Darren penetrated him with more fingers, moving them in and out, grazing slightly across his prostate, but not enough to spark a fuse.
“That’s it.” Darren increased his speed and gripped Craig’s shaft tighter, not moving his hand. “Right, hold there, sweetheart.”
Craig whimpered as Darren let go of his cock and removed his fingers, the emptiness painful. “Darr—"
“Wait, I said!” Darren’s bark preceded his blunt intrusion, and Craig attempted to lay stationary in acceptance when all he wanted to do was move away from the size of the cock. This happened every time they had sex—for the first few seconds, Craig doubted if Darren would fit and instinctively moved away, to Darren’s annoyance. Craig had learned to ignore his body’s instincts. Once Darren was inside him, everything changed and became enjoyable again; it was the initial penetration that hurt, no matter how generous the amount of lube was used.
When Darren retreated and entered him again and again, the pleasure climbed. Arousal flooded his body, and he felt on the edge within seconds.
“Fuck, Craig. You’re always tight. But nobody takes my cock like you do.” Darren grunted with every thrust. “You like it, you little slut. You like me fucking you until you can’t move?”
Craig didn’t reply, knowing it was a rhetorical question. He bit his lip to contain his pleading but let his moans flow free. Darren wouldn’t listen to his words, only his actions, so Craig lifted his hips in time with Darren’s movements.
“Yeah, you want it. That’s it. Fuck me back, slut that you are.”
Darren lifted one of Craig’s legs and pushed Craig over onto his side, pushing Craig’s closed knees closer to his chest before Darren rested his hands either side of Craig’s torso. Position changed, Darren thrust harder, Craig’s hole exposed in a different way but one which allowed Darren to move further inside him.
“Fuck, yeah. There we go. Ah, shit. I love how you take every fucking inch of me.” Darren’s hips pistoned faster and harder.
Craig’s arousal had dimmed with the initial change of position, but once Darren hit his prostate with every thrust, he was gone. Come streamed from his cock, and his muscles tensed. Darren grunted and thrust one final time, staying fully inside as he flooded Craig.
Darren rested his forehead against Craig’s shoulder as their breathing calmed. Craig winced and hissed when Darren retreated, Craig’s ass sore and swollen from use. He smothered a grimace when Darren slapped his ass and smoothed a finger over his hole.
“God, I love seeing my come dribbling out of you. I should take a photo or a video so I can see it whenever I want.” Darren pushed his finger inside Craig and removed it, smearing more around his crack. “Beautiful.” One more slap and Darren moved away.
Craig laid there, knowing the minute he moved, his body would protest, but knowing he had to get clean—apart from his ass. Darren would want it left as it was, dribbling come and all. At least until they woke up in the morning and Darren had gone another round with Craig. It was Darren’s usual routine if they’d had sex in the middle of the night.
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Craig managed to get ahead with his new project, which made up for the late finish on his previous job. It was more to do with snacking at his desk yet signing himself out for half an hour—not that he’d tell Darren, of course.
He tried to avoid his thoughts drifting to Alex, though he didn’t have control all the time. Occasionally, he found himself staring into space, recounting their meetings before becoming aware of it. He was still confused as to why Alex thought Darren was abusing him. Craig had none of the signs of domestic abuse. Why would Alex think that?
He wasn’t being controlled by Darren. Darren left for work every day and didn’t lock Craig in the house with no way to get out. He allowed Craig to do his job and didn’t curtail what Craig needed to do for it. Craig was allowed to socialise, he simply preferred not to. Darren became jealous when Craig was shown admiration, but to Craig, it was part of being in a relationship; he was jealous when Darren was hit on. As for his injuries, that was Darren’s temper reaching boiling point. It was Craig’s job to help Darren control it. If Darren hurt Craig, it was because Craig was not doing his best to help Darren.
As far as Craig was concerned, there were no red flags waving his way.
He cooked the beef chow mein ready for dinner at five as Darren had requested and had added the noodles to the boiling water when the front door slammed. Craig tensed.
“Did you think you could fucking hide it from me?” Darren’s angry words whipped across the kitchen, and Craig knocked the pan, spilling boiling water over his hand.
Craig bit his lip as pain flared through the top of his right hand; he immediately went towards the sink to hold it under cold water but was seized from behind and shoved face-first into the pantry door. Face pressed against the cork noticeboard, his eyes tried to track what Darren was doing, but the pain in his hand was blurring his vision, although he blinked rapidly to dispel any moisture before Darren could see it.
“So, everything went according to plan on Thursday, did it? That’s what you told me.” Darren’s mouth was close to his ear, spit hitting and dripping down Craig’s cheek. “Nothing to tell me? Nothing special happened? No?” Darren pulled him back from the door by his t-shirt and threw him through the kitchen doorway into the living room.
He lost his balance immediately and slid across the floor before crashing into the side table; the lamp wobbled but stayed upright. Craig could hardly think; the pain in his hand and now his shoulder and back injuries flaring up again, having not properly healed from last week yet, made it difficult for him to concentrate.
Darren’s black trainers came into view, heels lifting away from the floor as he dropped closer to Craig’s position. “What happened on Thursday, Craig?” The words whipped across the silence of the house.
Craig lifted his gaze to Darren, trying to figure out what answer Darren wanted as he had no idea what…Comprehension dawned, and he tried to keep his reaction from showing on his face. Fuck! The doctor. He didn’t know why he couldn’t tell Darren what had happened, but as soon as he’d lied on Thursday and said nothing had happened, he knew he could never admit something had.
