I smirk as I let the door close behind me. “You know me better than that. Nothing is ever that simple.” I reach forward and unbutton his jeans. “Pull these down to your knees, then put your hands on the wall.”
“Are you going to arrest me, officer?” he taunts, his dark eyes flickering with wickedness.
“That’s detective to you, son. Now, assume the position before you make this ten times worse.”
With his eyes on mine, he shoves his jeans down his thighs. It fucking gets me hard every time he goes commando. Knowing he’s free-balling whenever we go out is maddening. His cock juts out at me. He presses his palms to the wall and looks over his shoulder with that haughty smirk he’s perfected.
It’s like he loves to push and disobey just so I’ll set him straight.
We’re a match made in hell.
Playfully, I smack his ass cheek. “Don’t look at me. Eyes forward or this will get much worse for you.”
“Oooh, I’m scared,” he sasses. Fucking brat.
Ignoring his taunting, I grip his hips, making him step farther away from the wall, then guide his hands down so he’s nearly bent in half. “These,” I murmur as I reach between his spread thighs and gently massage his balls, “should be scared.” With those words, I pop his nut sack.
He howls, clenching his ass. “Motherfucker!”
“Keep mouthing off,” I warn.
His grumbles are kept under his breath. Good boy. Leaving him for the moment, I walk over to the wall and consider my choices. He loves a good old fashioned ass whipping. The more it stings and burns, the better for my masochistic boy. I select a long crop with leather fringe at the end. Paddles are fun, but I’m looking for something more precise. Smirking, I make my way back over to him and toss the crop on the bed before stripping down, then pick it up once more.
“I won’t go easy on you,” I tell him, gently caressing his ass cheek.
“You never do.”
“I’m going to whip the fuck out of you, and then you’re going to ride my dick like a good boy. You’re going to lube your ass up while I watch, climb on, and show me how good you can fuck. And if I think you’re slacking off, I’m going to smack your pretty dick and watch you cry.”
“I won’t fucking cry,” he growls.
“I’ll make you cry.” A sinister grin spreads across my face. “And then you’ll come because you love the pain, boy. You love it so fucking much. That even when you’re crying and your dick is in so much pain, you’ll spurt all over my chest because that’s what good boys do.”
“Fuck off,” he rumbles.
God, he really knows the buttons to push to get my dick hard and the urge to punish him overwhelming.
Whap!
The crop slices through the air, between his thighs, slapping his nut sac, making him scream. I fucking love his screams. Digging my fingers in his hip to hold him still, I strike him again, this time on the back of his thigh. He squirms and curses, but he never takes his hands from the wall. To reward him, I rub my finger between his cheeks, teasing his hole, then smack his ass with the crop.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
I watch with delight as red stripes crisscross his pale flesh. So fucking beautiful. When my dick is seeping with the need to be inside him, I toss the crop to the floor and step back.
“You know what I want,” I growl as I lie back on the bed.
He trembles as he removes the rest of his clothing. His dick is hard and bobbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He picks up the Hush complimentary pouch of lube and tears it open with his teeth. My gaze sears into him as I watch him pour it all over his fingers and then reach behind himself to get it ready.
“Show me, boy,” I order.
His eyes flicker with heat before he turns around. I watch with satisfaction as he fingerfucks his asshole. When he adds a second finger, I groan.
“Good,” I croon. “Now come sit on my cock where you belong.”
He pulls his fingers out, then straddles me on the bed. I stroke his cock as he grips my dick to ease himself down over my length.
“Fuck me good,” I instruct. “I want to see your dick bouncing.”
Just like when he’s on stage, he rocks his hips and dances to songs that only play inside his head. So fucking hot and mine. I still can’t believe it. My eyes take in his perfect form and the way his lower abs flex each time he moves his body over mine.
“Faster,” I command, desperate to see him lose control.
With his naughty gaze on mine, he slows it to a teasing crawl.
“Bad boy,” I snarl.