Page 48 of Pragma
“Didn’t you hear me? Everything!” he shouts.
“You already have it!” I snarl back. “What else can I possibly give you? My damn soul?”
He chuckles like a crossroads trickster demon. “The real question is what you want from me,” he whispers softly, brushing a finger over his collarbone. What’s with the seductive act now?
“You now get to order me around for an hour,” he reminds me. Because I disarmed him. “Tempted yet? You can make me do whatever you want, River.”
I am tempted to make him submit to me once again, too fucking much.
“What are you doing? You don’t want this.”
“What are you talking about? I do,” he quickly replies.
“You told me so,” I counter.
“No, I didn’t.” He huffs, sounding annoyed. “Look, resisting is futile. You know you want this.” Does he want it too? Aki never does something against his will, unless his aunt is the one imposing it. So what was all that hating talk near the taxi?
He starts walking backward. “You need to catch me first, though.”
The predator inside me urges me to catch him and cage him to do despicably pleasurable things to him, while the more rational side just wants to put him on my knees and give him a hard spanking. My dick twitches at both images and swells to its impressive size as Aki lifts his hand and crooks a finger at me. Provoking me. Daring me to go after him. I can’t resist the challenge. I fucking enjoy the chase, the adrenaline rushing through my veins, the taste of sweet suspense building on the tip of my tongue, the sense of triumph overtaking me after succeeding. Lust rolls through me, anticipation burns my chest, and the domineering impulse running through my veins pushes me to catch him.
As soon as I surrender to my urges, he spins and sprints toward the machines. Bad move. I easily trap him between the treadmill and the bench press. A weight plate suddenly rolls on the floor in front of me with a loud thud, sent there by him to block my path. Aki peeks out from behind his disheveled locks to gauge my reaction. I don’t see any remorse, only his sly scheming there, which makes me bite back a smile. It won’t stop my advance. Another weight plate drops, and then another, slowing my steps without halting them.
I’m almost close enough to grab him when I see him glancing at the bench press just before he makes a fake left and then spinsand goes right, letting his body fall back on the bench and sliding away. I don’t let him though.
I catch him by the leg and drag him back across the black leather. When he tries to scoot back and kick me in the chest, I dodge the other leg and trap it against his side, both of them. His fist comes at me next; I evade it and shift his weight. Heoomphsas I turn him over to his stomach—still twisting and fighting like crazy—until I have him pinned flat. His shirt has risen up, and what I see makes me snarl like a wild animal. My cock goes from half-mast to rock hard in an instant.
Fuck. Me.
His plump ass is barely covered by a scrap of purple lace with a slit in the middle that shows the crack between the cheeks and little bows on the sides. All the blood rushes to my cock, turning it into granite. My hand moves without me realizing it, sliding up his long spine, enjoying the feel of the soft, porcelain skin. Aki shivers, and goose bumps spring up in the wake of my touch. When I get to his nape, I grab the edge of the Henley and tear it right down the middle. Before he has a chance to do anything, I use the fabric to bind his arms behind his back.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he grumbles, as I keep a hold on the shirt around his wrists.
I turn his face to the side so I can see it and wrap a hand around his slender neck, pushing away those thick locks. I tighten my grip just enough for him to know exactly who’s in charge. Me.
“You lost,” I remind him darkly, looming over him. “Don’t move.” Fucking hell, but in this position, he looks ready to be devoured. My thumb traces a vein on his throat, and I marvel at how it flutters and pulses.
I lift his ass up and pull it to the edge of the bench. His pucker is pink and smooth, and when I spit on it, it drips, slicking his balls. Then I crouch down and shove my face in his ass. He lets out a loud cry as I slurp up his darkest essence. The ring of muscle gives in under my assault, and my tongue delves deep inside him. He opens up so well for me, letting me push right into his tight heat.
I let go of his wrists and wrap my hand around his cock, jerking it. The low moans escaping his lips, his taste in my mouth, and the warmth of his shaft traveling through my fingertips make all the blood rush to my head.
I’m tongue-fucking the shit out of his lush ass, relentlessly, going deeper and deeper inside him while his tight hole clenches repeatedly. But I need to loosen it more.
I move two fingers from his neck inside his mouth. “Get them good and wet, Aki,” I say while giving his ass crack a long, hot, wet lick. “Unless you want only the tip again.”
He groans, sucking my digits all the way inside his mouth, twisting his tongue to drench them in saliva. When they are wet enough, I pull them out and rub the index finger around his entrance. Slowly, teasingly, until he squirms, moans, and glares at me. I stop my hand on his dick and give it a hard squeeze while I roughly push the spit-slick finger all the way in to my knuckle.
Ropes of cum hit the bench and my hand as Aki’s body arches. It’s still trembling with an orgasm, but I barely give it a chance to adjust before giving him a second finger.
I stand up and drip more spit on his hole as I start finger fucking him. His sweaty, heaving body is releasing his osmanthus scent, and I bend down for a moment to get more of it inside my lungs.
“More, sir,” he slurs, remaining limp. “Give me more.” It sounds like an order, not a plea, but because he added the sir, I’ll let it slide just this once. I push another digit in. His entrance is strangling them as I try to stretch it with scissoring movements.
My cock is aching inside my sweats; I scramble to push them down and pull it out. It slaps my abs, leaving a thread of sticky precum on the tight skin. Four fingers are in now, and I hook them until I touch his prostate, making his body jolt.
I don’t have any lube, but my eyes fall on the body oil I sometimes use on my knees and elbows. I quickly grab it from the table and come back, pouring a generous quantity on his hole and then my dick. I give it only one pump since I feel already at my limit. How can I not with a trembling Aki in front of me waiting to get railed?
As soon as I straddle him, he groans and grinds his ass against my weeping cock. I know he’s a power bottom, but right now I need him to submit to me. I take control of his hips, spread his cheeks apart, and allow the head of my cock to brush over his soft hole teasingly again. He lets out a keening sound.
