Page 60 of Surrender

He doesn’t want me to.

“Take off my sweats,” I order him. My cock is already getting hard beneath the fabric, and I’m more than ready for him to coax it the rest of the way into an erection with his luscious mouth and those full lips wrapped around it.

Fox pulls on the elastic of the sweats to release my cock. As soon as it’s free, he bends down and licks the crown. His mouth is already widening to take my cock in.

I grip his hair to prevent him from doing any more than that. “What did I tell you to do, boy?”

Fox pulls back, and I tighten my grasp on his hair. Judging from his reaction, that’s exactly what he wanted me to do.

“Umm… get your cock out and suck it?” Fox says, uncertainly. I don’t know if he actually forgot or he’s just playing dumb to provoke me, but either way, I tug sharply on his hair.

“No. I told you to remove my sweats. Do it right.”

Fox lets out a soft huff and nods. I wait a few seconds before I release him—and instead of following orders, Fox just bends down. Before he can get his mouth around my cock, I yank his hair back, harder than before.

“Is your hole starting to feel better already, Fox?” I ask darkly, staring at his beautiful face. “You need me to make it hurt again? Is that why you’re acting out instead of being a good boy?”

Fox tenses at those words. “Don’t… Not right now, please.”

I start to soften, but that’s not what he wants either. “Sit up and let me see your hole, Fox,” I command. “Let me see your ass and how much damage I managed to do before you tempted me into fucking it.”

He eagerly turns around, straddling my waist and raising up his ass. He even spreads his bruised cheeks to show off his hole for me, while his cock and balls dangle enticingly.

“I barely even felt it, Daddy,” Fox says, and I’m glad to hear the amusement in his voice.

“Hmm… Well, this time I can spank you hard enough to make you scream, and there’s no one here to stop me. No one here to rescue you. But you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want anyone to stop me,” I say.

“Yes,” Fox whispers. “Please, Daddy. Wreck me.”

I groan, because the sound of it… No one’s ever really meant it when they said it. They wanted a spanking, or a caning, but they always had such low limits. Even Luke—fucking Luke—hadn’t really wanted me to go hard on him. He’d wanted it primarily for the aftermath, I think, for the aftercare and the sex I never gave him.

“Get on your back,” I say hoarsely. “I want to play with you before I choke you and hurt you and fuck you until you beg for more.”

Fox eagerly rolls off me and gets on his back, grabbing his legs and spreading wide for me immediately. “My cock hasn’t been abused in a while,” Fox suggests.

What an insatiable little masochist.

“Hmm… Isn’t it torture not to do it to you?” I smirk at him as I switch positions, shedding my sweats completely and discarding them next to the bed. “I think I have a better idea.” I get between his legs, and I take just the tip of his cock into my mouth. I suck hard, tasting him—a little bitter, a little salty, and perfectly Fox. I let my teeth scrape the head of his cock, eliciting a moan from him.

For a few minutes, I take my time, abusing his cock with my teeth, squeezing him painfully tight with my hand—then I let him go.

“Keep your legs spread and push your ass up,” I tell him, licking my lips.

There’s something else I want to taste.

Fox groans and lifts himself up as much as he can. “You can bite harder,” he mumbles. “Please, Daddy.”

“I know I can bite harder,” I say. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to do to you, can’t I, Fox? Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

“You can… you can do whatever the fuck you want to do to me, Daddy,” Fox repeats breathlessly. “But I would really enjoy it if it included teeth.”

I laugh. “Soon. But first…” I grip his cock, stroking it slowly for a moment before I shift so I’m looking directly at his hole. It’s all bruised around it, the pucker just beckoning for me to force my tongue in—so I do.

Fox howls and arches his back. “F-fuck. Daddy, please, please—” One of his hands goes down to his cock, and I slap it away.

“None of that,” I growl. “I’m playing with you however I want, remember? You’re my boy, my pet, my fucktoy. Aren’t you?” I don’t give him a chance to respond before my tongue is inside of him again, and I grasp his cock, squeezing it and digging my blunt fingernails into his shaft.

He writhes underneath me, but his hands stay on the bed, clutching the sheets, as I suck on the sensitive skin around his hole. Fox makes these beautiful sounds as I force pleasure and pain on him alike.

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