Page 147 of My Revenant
“Yes.” His voice hiccuped. “Just my fingers.”
The next spank I gave him was the hardest one yet, the crisp sound of it almost echoing in the small room. The ragged groan from Jonah’s throat rivaled it in volume.
I hoped these walls were thick, otherwise we were about to get some noise complaints. Jonah had touched what was mine and only mine, and I intended to punish him severely for that.
My cock was hard and ready, desperate to feel the tight heat of my rabbit again. Soon. I wrapped my hand around it, intending to deal with it as quickly as possible so we could move on. I stroked with purpose, knowing it wouldn’t take me long, because my rabbit was finally here in front of me, so perfectly marked up and presented.
“Please,” Jonah sobbed, trying to turn and look at me. I stopped just long enough to spank him again before forcing him back into place and continuing. “P-please, please, please. I n-need you to fuck me.” His voice was frantic, bordering on hysterical. “I’m sorry,” he hiccuped. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, p-please fuck me. I need it. Please. I n-need you.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Rabbit,” I assured him through gritted teeth.
“Then why are you—” He cried, a broken, ragged sound as my cock fired. Cum sprayed over his spank-reddened skin. “No! I w-wanted it.” He sniffed, struggling to breathe. “W-wanted it inside.”
“That was your punishment,” I panted. “For touching my hole.”
His response came in the form of another broken sound, as if I’d wounded him by coming on his ass instead of inside it.
Two birds, one orgasm. Jonah had been punished, and now we had lube.
While his body trembled, I ran my fingers through the mess, collecting as much as possible before smearing it over his hole. He stiffened at the contact. Cries sniffled out as he realized this wasn’tover. My finger probed at the tight entrance, and he arched his back, presenting himself to me eagerly again, quickly on board with this new idea.
It slipped inside, and he rocked back to meet it, not caring about the way it must have burned. Instead, he seemed to crave it. I pushed it in completely, coating his insides with my cum before I pulled out to collect more of it, this time pressing two fingers inside.
Jonah hissed at the sensation, but his hips still pushed back against my hand, chasing more. I fucked him with my fingers, pulling them free only to collect more cum and stuff it inside him. His hole was so tight, but he was so eager, forcing his body to adapt to me quickly. “More!” he demanded.
This time when I collected more of my cum, I plunged three fingers inside him. He yelped. The sound of his fucked-out voice, the sight of his tight hole around my cum-coated fingers—it was enough for my cock to perk right up again, already aching to be involved.
“Fuck. F-fuck. Fuck me. Now.”
I pulled out, collecting what was left and smearing it over my dick. Then my piercing notched against his opening, and Jonah was already trying to push against it to fuck himself with it. His body wasn’t as eager as his mind, but what he lacked in prep he made up for in determination. All I had to do was hold my cock in place for him, and Jonah did the rest, pushing back until the resistance gave way and the head of my cock popped inside him.
He whined, trembled, and I held perfectly still even though the exquisite heat beckoned me to slam home.
“Fuck me!” he screamed at me. And any hope I had of holding back shattered.
In one quick thrust, I was fully inside him, his body tighter than I’d ever felt it. Jonah cried loudly, and his body spasmed as he came.Just having me inside him was enough to send him over the edge. “Fuck, Rabbit,” I groaned as he tightened even further.
All he could do was grunt and take it as my fingers dug into his hips, and then I wasfuckinghim. Sinking as deep inside him as it was possible to reach before pulling out to do it again.
There was an entire year of pent-up desire and frustration. Of longing to be inside him. Of dreaming about exactly this. I unleashed it all on him now. My fingers bruised his hips as my cock pistoned into him, intent on bruising his insides.
The force of my thrusts rocked his body up the bed until my hands yanked him back, the bed shaking until the headboard thumped against the wall.
My grunts, his cries, the slick slap of skin on skin, and the rhythm of wood against wall made for a brutal melody. A short song.
We were burning too hot to last, but it didn’t matter. He was mine now. And we weren’t leaving this fucking bed until I’d fucked him stupid. Until he couldn’t walk, let alone run away from me again.
Pressure built and built. The song reached a crescendo. I roared as my cock kicked inside him, marking his insides up the way I’d promised him I would. Jonah screamed as he came again.
Then his body went limp and heavy in my hold. I’d fucked him unconscious. I kissed over sweat-soaked skin, repositioning us carefully on the bed so I wouldn’t slip out of him, and followed him into the darkness. My arm a cage around his center, keeping him to me. Right where he belonged.
fifty-four
Jonah - Present
NO MORE SECRETS.
Soft lips and sharp teeth caressed my shoulder. For the first time in a long time, waking up was a slow thing. Because I was warm, I was comfortable, I was exactly where I wanted to be. I was in the arms of my devil.
