Page 14 of Christmas Mafia Prince
He’s doing this because he likes me. Wants to keep me.
“I am sorry,” I choke out, hardly recognizing my voice through the rasp. I’m so desperate for him to understand that.
“I know, baby. Deep down, you want to be good. I can see that,” he promises, delivering another stroke that numbs my skin despite simultaneously burning like hellfire. I arch my back, trying to escape the next hit, but he keeps me in place with his free hand, delivering blow after blow, until I’m squirming like a cat in heat, my cock so hard it’s almost poking out from my underwear.
I don’t know how I can be both in pain and horny, but here I am.
I’m on fire. And while I know there’s only one way to extinguish the flames, I don’t dare voice my plea when Damen hisses and shakes his hand, as if the spanking has hurt him as much as it has me. I don’t question him when he reaches forward and offers his palm to me. I nuzzle it before rolling my tongue across it. I’m an animal acting on base instincts.
“That’s it. You’re forgiven,” Damen tells me in a voice so sweet tears gather under my eyelids.
My ass is so tender and aching, my thighs still tremble and I can’t catch my breath, but his words soothe all the pain. I’m forgiven. It’s done. We can forget I did the shitty thing I did. We can kiss, and hold hands, and say all those nice words.
I stifle a sob against his hand, unable to comprehend what’s going on with me. I want a hug from the man who’s just turned my ass raw.
“Th-thank you,” I choke out.
He exhales, then places his hand on my stomach before trailing it lower, toward my aching cock. “Just to be clear though, I don’t want an unwilling partner, so if you’d rather sleep on the sofa throughout the holida—”
“No!” I beg and look up at him in the mirror. I do register that he’s giving me a way out. Signalling he won’t force me into sex. But when I see he’s also a little flushed, that he looks like the devil’s more handsome brother, all I want is to climb his dick. My hole throbs when I think about two weeks with no access to more than a gentle kiss in public. “I want… I want…” I’m too out of it to communicate my thoughts clearly.
“You want what?” he asks, deceptively calm despite the flush on his cheeks. Oh, I love how in control he is. It’s so damn hot!
I take a deep breath. “I want… you. I want to fuck through the holidays.” I hope that’s not too crude for him, but I don’t have the brain capacity to express that I want to cuddle up to him at night, take showers with him, and kiss his beautiful hands, andlick his neck, and leave hickeys that will make his mother angry, and swallow his cum, and smell his hair…
I’m a lost cause.
Damen nods, staring at my burning ass, and while he is touching it very gently, the agitated flesh stings regardless. “Good. In that case, I will fuck you in our marital bed. You just have to exercise some patience.”
“Um… okay?” I mumble, unsure what to do with my arousal, so I press my cock against his hand, begging for release. “And what about now?” I’m not even ashamed anymore that I’m a squirming little animal.
“Now-now?” he asks, as if he has no idea what I’m on about. It’s borderline cruel for him to play with me like that, but when he taps the back of his finger against my hole, I can’t hold in a moan.
Yes, that is exactly where I want him.
Now.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper and hide my face in my hand. “I like to fuck, okay? And just being half-naked in front of you got me so horny I can hardly think.”
“Well, then we’re in a conundrum, since I want to take my time with that pretty ass. Unless—” His gaze darts to the elegant golden box, which he picks up and places on my tailbone. I should be annoyed that he’s using me as a table, but right now I don’t care as long as he keeps touching me. “I was thinking about buying this anyway,” he tells me before picking up a medium-sized glass dildo out of the package. Blood shoots to my cock, and I find myself close to losing balance when he pulls his fingertip along the beads making up the toy.
My focus is torn between the compliment to my ass and the black glass. I don’t care if Adriano hears us. Worse stuff has probably happened back here.
“It… it looks good,” I say, already thinking ofhimplaying with it inside me. I don’t know why I’m stuttering so much, because I’m rarely this affected by anything. Between the skin of my ass feeling so tender after a spanking and the gorgeous man behind me admiring my hole with a dildo in hand, excuse me for beinga littleoverwhelmed.
“I bet it feels good too,” Damen says and meets my gaze when he tastes the dark surface of the toy. It looks like an alien appendage, and somehow that’s even more arousing than watching him play with a realistic dildo would have been.
He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a neon green pouch. Never looking away, he rips it with his teeth, and then squeezes the contents into my crack. It’s cold, slimy, and I can’t fucking wait to have it rubbedinside me.
I arch my shoulders with a groan of excitement. It really does feel like my transgression is forgotten and we can start with a clean slate where only excitement matters.
“Only one way to find out.” I bite my lip and squeeze my cock through my damp jockstrap.
“You asked for it,” Damen tells me with a smile and slides the whole length of the dildo over my crack. Each rounded bit feels like a kiss, and I fall face-first into the backrest.
I rock my feet in excitement and lick my dry lips. “You got yourself a needy husband,” I tease, squeezing my throbbing cock. At this pace I might not even need to pull it out. With enough friction, I’m gonna flood my underwear.
I’m about to say something else, but the first bead enters me, cold, and alien, and so verysolidit has me curling my toes. “Exactly. I’ll just need to manage those needs somehow,” Damen says, guiding the tip of the dildo back and forth. “There’s only so much energy I have after all,” he adds and pushes the toy in a bit farther.
