Page 93 of The Story of You
“Don’t be a fucking brat. Oh, I’m going to make the sweetest love to you.” It will be torture. I toss the belt to the other side of the bed.
“Help! Someone, help!”
As I lean into him, I unbutton my shirt until it falls open exposing my abs. “Undo my pants, sweet ‘ums.”
He’s trying to hide his horror over my cutesy pet names and failing. He’ll be on his best behavior for a long time. He obeys, but not without pouting. I relish over how much I’ve gotten him to break. “Thank you, sugar bear. What do you say?”
“You’re welcome, Silas.”
I kiss him with real love. “Only good boys get beaten with my belt.”
“I know, Silas. I deserve this. Worth it though. You’re smiling.”
“Am I?” I’ve forgotten what it feels like. “I want to see you come. I want your face to burst with pleasure.”
“Please, Silas. Anything but that. I haven’t earned it.”
I rub noses with him. “Excuse me? You have if I say you have, isn’t that right?”
He nods, almost shyly like it’s our first time again. Maybe in a way, it is. I reach for the lube, toss it on the bed, and remove his cock cage. We don’t lock it anymore. We leave it on too long for that. Sometimes there are emergencies. He needs to get to his dick if necessary. I trust he’ll only remove it without permission for an emergency.
I freeze, realizing what I just thought. Wait a second. “I trust you, Lakshan.”
Nowhe’ssmiling.
“Another reason you did all this.” Trust is a puzzle piece of my soul that’s been missing for a long time.
“Yes, but still for you and not me—I knew. I took a risk. I’ve tried before and you didn’t see. This one has been a bit of an overarching plot. I began with one idea when I came upon you two in the kitchen but pushed when I saw your eyes were opening. Letting Oliver read the story of your past is hard, but it’s healing you all—in the ways that matter.”
I click the cap open and drench him in lube. He’s hard in an instant. I torture him by sliding a finger in gently instead of with the roughness he prefers. I quickly add two though, desperate to be inside him. I want all of him. I want to be as close as two people can be.
He bucks his hips when I remove my fingers so I can shuck my jeans and briefs and toss them to the other side of our king bed. I’m hard and leaking. I’ve wanted him since he walked into the kitchen even with all the nonsense going on.
I leave my shirt on to drape between us as I sink into him. “Mmm. Oh fuck, baby. Your ass. I love your ass,” I say, fucking him. Driving my cock hard. This was supposed to be gentle but fuck it. I want a piece of him to add to my puzzle. Maybe I’ll collect new pieces for my soul to replace the old ones.
“Spread wide for me. That’s it.” I move his leg up until his right thigh is pressed against his stomach allowing me to sink deeper. I know I’m hitting all the right notes by his reactions. “Right there, huh, baby?”
“Yes, sir—Silas. Ah. Mmph.”
His cock is well-trained, it’s weeping. Come drizzling out like I’m milking him. I drill him with all my force until he’s screaming, coiled with the restraint of not coming. His lithe body arches. I suck his nipples, biting them how he likes, being fucking indulgent.
I only consider having him stroke his cock. The look on his face might be worth it, but no. That’s mine too and he’s not touching it. I do, reaching between us, gripping him firmly. Stroking.
“Come for me, baby.”
His cry could wake the sleeping Pharaohs in Egypt—in the least alert the whole house. Thankfully Oliver and Darius are two floors down in the gym.
It’s sinful and gorgeous. I kiss up his neck as he remains frozen, paralyzed with pleasure. I join him when my orgasm hits, pouring into him. Moaning. White-hot lightning zinging through me. There’s come everywhere. I don’t give a fuck. I pull him on top of me.
“I think you nearly killed me, Silas.”
“But I was so gentle, sugar gum drop.”
He groans, hiding his face in my chest. “How much longer will you torture me with those names, sir?”
“A long time if you don’t remember the rules.” I tap his nose for forgetting the “Silas”. “And no cock cage. That’ll give you incentive.”
“I’ll have a collar around my neck by morning,” he says too sure of himself.
