Page 106 of These Monstrous Deeds

“Hurt me,” Carter breathes. His lashes are still wet. His cheeks flushed. His cock hard and dripping. His gaze has finally decided what it wants to focus on. Nathan’s cock. “Tear me apart, Nathan. Use me. It’s okay.”

“If you want to stop, you have to tell me. You have to-” Nathan pauses, his mind spinning in desperation as it fights against the urge to shove his cock into the boy in front of him and fuck him senseless. They have to come at this a different way. Just sayingstopwon’t be enough. Not if it’s anything like what happened just now. Nathan’s eyes catch on the red rope wrapped around Carter’s pretty skin. “Red. If you want to stop, you have to say red, okay?”

“Like- like a safe word?”

“Yes.”This is so far from okay, you goddamn idiot. What are you thinking?“Red. Understand?”

“Yes, sir. Red.”

With the boy’s permission washing over him, Nathan presses the tip of his cock against Carter’s spit-slick hole and places both hands on the mattress to frame the boy’s head, leaning his entire body forward as he slowly pushes inside him. Carter whimpers, his hole fighting the intrusion, but Nathan ignores it. Ignores him.

He’s a fucking monster, but Carter wants him that way tonight. It spins Nathan’s whole damn world.

How did he get so lucky?

How the hell is he ever going to let this boy go?

Nathan bottoms out. He doesn’t give Carter the chance to adjust. He doesn’t even give him the chance to catch his breath. Nathan just grabs the knots at Carter’s hips and pulls back before snapping forward hard enough to shove a wrecked sob from the boy beneath him. He does it again. Again. Again. The tight heat around his cock is agonizingly pleasurable, the sounds Carter is making drawing him towards the edge already. It’s going to be tough to last long. Damn near impossible. Consensual rough sex with Carter Beckett just might be the death of him.

Grip tight on the knotted rope, Nathan uses Carter’s own body against him, dragging him back and forth as he fucks into him with abandon. He can tell by the boy’s reactions that Carter feels good, but he isn’t where Nathan wants him to be. Not yet.

Nathan tugs at the ropes as hard as he can, pulling restraints taut, forcing Carter’s body into a slight tilt. He grips the base of Carter’s throat in a possessive hold that will keep the boy somewhere between choking and breathing.

The next time Nathan fucks into him, Carter screams. Actually fuckingscreams. Nathan feels his lips split into a wicked grin in victory. He focuses on that exact position, holding Carter down by his throat, nailing his prostate over and over again until the boy is wailing.

“Come for me,” Nathan growls, fucking him even harder, even faster. Fucking him until he can hear the hitch of Carter’s breath as his cock forces the boy to choke on air. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. Be a good boy for me.”

Carter shudders in the restraints, his eyes fluttering closed. Nathan pounds into him three more times before the boy arches his back and comes. With a breathless laugh that’s just shy of giddy, Nathan continues fucking into him, enjoying the mewling sounds of the boy beneath him.

Nathan eases his grip on Carter’s throat, bringing the hand down to run the tips of his fingers up and down Carter’s spent cock. The boy shivers. Moans. Whines. He shakes his head, bucking his hips. His cheeks are damp. His eyes wide. “Sir.”

“What?” Nathan asks with a false innocence.

“Too – too sensitive,” he gasps. “Too much.”

Nathan leans forward to press his lips against the base of Carter’s throat. He drags them up the elegant curve of his neck until he reaches that sensitive spot right below the boy’s ear. He nips at it. Licks it. Sucks it. His hand wraps around Carter’s cock, squeezing it just shy of too hard as he ruts against the boy’s ass.

Carter sobs, shaking his head desperately. He fights the bindings hard enough to make the rope creek and stretch. “Sir, stop! Oh god. Stop, stop, stop. I can’t!”

“Maybe I’ll make you come again,” Nathan growls. He removes his hand, chuckling at the boy’s sigh of relief. The sound turns into a pained whimper when Nathan presses every available inch of his body against Carter’s, pinning Carter’s cock between them. “Maybe I’ll make you come all fucking night long.”

“No!” Carter shakes his head harder, his sobs choked. His hole squeezes Nathan’s cock rhythmically. It’s the best fucking thing he’s ever felt. “Sir, no!”

“You can beg me to stop all you want,” Nathan growls. “But this tight little hole of yours is begging for more.”

“Sir!”

“Should I give it what it wants? Hmm?”

“Oh god…” Carter gasps, eyes rolling.

One hand on the boy’s throat, the other on his shoulder, Nathan holds him firmly in place as he fucks him senseless.

“Yeah,” Nathan says, more to himself than anything. “You’re going to come again.”

Carter tosses his head back, choking on his own sobs. “I caaaan’t!”

“You can.” Nathan separates their bodies to spit on Carter’s bright red cock. The boy shouts at the stimulation, then sobs when Nathan adds a second glob. His sounds start to choke and fade when Nathan wraps his hand tight around his cock and begins to pump it. “Youwillcome, Carter. Your body belongs to me. Don’t forget that.”

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