Dark Attraction

Chapter 5 - intensity

"God, please," I said. "Please, I want you so bad, need you."

I thought the 'need you' was a good touch, but he chuckled. "God, huh? I kinda like that. Usually I'd tell you to call me Sir, but God's got a nice ring to it."

Before I knew what was happening, he was moving and so was I. He manhandled me onto my front like I weighed nothing, he pushed my legs apart and I felt his knees against my thighs, pinning them in place, spread wide.

"Fuck, look at you. I just want to..." he trailed off and I turned my head, trying to tuck my chin into my shoulder so I could catch a glimpse of him. I couldn't see much. He reached over me for lube and I felt the cold liquid dripping onto my ass. I shivered.

"Just want to what?" I mumbled into my shoulder. Anything to distract myself from the cold and the delicious feeling of him teasing me open with his fingers.

"Bite your ass, or in the inside of your thigh" he said. He traced a nail up my inner thigh, scratching me.

I had no idea how serious he was being. That damn monotone, and his teasing nature. But fuck it, I love biting.

"You can," I said, moaning as he stretched me open. "I like biting."

"I decided not to," he said, off-handedly. "You're for playing with."

I didn't really understand that statement, but he got a little quicker with his prep and then he was snapping a condom on and pressing into me.

"Oh fucking fuck," I said.

His cock pushed inside and I almost came on the spot. Something told me that he wouldn't like it if I did that so I tried to think about something unrelated, something unsexy like the weather report and whether or not I could get a surf in tomorrow. What did I even have on tomorrow? Did I have classes? What day was it?

Then I felt Gage's hand in my hair, pulling my head back and I was back in the moment.

"Fuck you're tight," he growled. Actually growled. Like a lion.

"Please," I said, desperately. My heart was racing and my cock was throbbing. I couldn't hold back much longer.

His face was suddenly next to mine, his chest pressing against my arms where they were bound behind me. "You're learning to beg, very good. If I let you come now, how long will it be until you're ready to come again, do you think?"

I shook my head slightly, moaning as my hair pulled against his hand. With his cock inside me and my arms were bound and he was asking recuperation and recovery questions.

How was I supposed to answer that? Quick, he's waiting. Think, Brandon.

"Not long," I gasped. "Half an hour."

"Not bad," he said. Then he shoved harder into me. "Go on then, come, make me feel it."

Oh fucking finally.

I came so hard I stopped breathing, I think. I could feel myself clenching hard around him as he continued to thrust, and my whole body tensed with it. The release was huge, I could feel the discharge all over the bed under my stomach. He kept fucking me, groaning, throwing himself back some and slapping my ass with his hand.

I felt him tense and come, he jolted and then came to a stop, both of us panting. I was sweating hard, trying to catch my breath and seeing stars if I opened my eyes. I kept them closed.

He pulled himself out and I felt a wet cloth or something cleaning my ass up. I squirmed, but I'd gone all melty and blissed out. I should help with that, I thought, vaguely. Only he hadn't untied me, so there wasn't a whole lot I could do.