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“Do you want to know what you’re going to do next?”
I meet his gaze, seeing his pupils blown out. “Tell me.”
“You’re going to fuck this. Hard. But you don’t get to come until I tell you to.”
A soul-deep groan rips from my chest as I nod.
His gaze meets mine, holds it, and then he nods back at me, telling me to use the toy my cock is engulfed in. And I do. I fuck into it hard, water splashing out of the tub as I piston my hips back and forth. And as I rock, he slowly pulls the toy out of my ass, one bead at a time. The wave of heat that moves through me with each one has my cock almost pulsing.
I’m so fucking close.
So fucking ready to come.
“Please,” I whisper as I continue to fuck forward.
“Not yet. Halfway there.” He pauses, then leans in. “Faster, Leaf. And harder.”
“Oh god.” He’s going to kill me, but I obey, loving that he’s taking control. Loving that he’s here with me, making me forget how shitty everything in my life is.
Except him.
My movements start to fall out of rhythm, and my breathing grows labored. “I can’t, Thorne,” I whine, hoping to god he can hear me. “I c-can’t…”
“Come.” His command has my mouth opening on a shout, my cock spurting into the Fleshlight. And as I release, he pulls the beads out of me one after the other, prolonging my orgasm, making me shake so hard that my teeth rattle.
My head falls to the edge of the tub, my cock slipping from the Fleshlight, the last bead dropping out of my trembling hole.
“God, you are perfect,” he murmurs as I fall into the water, my chest heaving. He takes the Fleshlight from the edge of the tub and lowers his boxers, pulling out his cock.
I watch with hazy eyes as he places that filled Fleshlight and fucks his own dick with it. It’s obscene and filthy, and I fucking love it.
When he comes, I realize his own release is mingling with mine, and I find my cock is hard once again. Jesus. This man.
He pulls it from him and tosses it into the sink before slipping behind me in the tub, pulling me between his legs.
“Feel better?” he asks, his hands encircling my waist.
I nod, leaning my head onto his chest. “I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m glad you did some research.”
His lips hit the side of my neck, and he sucks on it gently. “Always for you. Did it help you forget?”
“Hmm? Oh yes. I’ve forgotten everything. What’s my name again?”
He chuckles and wraps his hand around my hardening cock, stroking it lazily. “I think this is a good plan for the next four days. You don’t need to know your name for any of it. I’ll make sure you remember it before we leave.”
“Okay,” I say and let my eyes slide shut, just experiencing his touch, letting him take care of me.
And dear god, he does.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
THORNE
I haven’t seenCarlo since we were standing in the middle of an apple orchard while he was arranging for a backhoe with enough power to tear up a concrete stamp.
Now, sitting in his office, I feel like I’m about to be sentenced to death by firing squad. We’ve been sitting here a good minute and a half, and he hasn’t said a word.
“So…”
