COUNTDOWN

SEVEN

Vegas's POV

He is looking so cute tied up to my bed like this. I remove the bangs covering his beautiful face and start kissing him. First his forehead, then his eyes and finally his luscious lips. It doesn't take time before the kiss turns greedy filled with huger for each other.

I open his mouth and start exploring his beautiful mouth. The way his tongue moves inside my mouth, the way I feel his breath on my face is getting me hard real quick.

With one hand I caress his face while my other hand is busy unbuttoning his shirt, button by button. I look at his now bare chest, full of whip marks. I frown. Who made this marks on you? I inquire but he stays quite instead of answering. So I get up and remove my belt as I hit him with it. Each hit creating a master piece of its own on his white silky skin, differentiating the marks made by me from those he already has. Each time I hit him, I can see his still hazy eyes growing with hunger and pleasure all the while the foolish smile remains plasted on his face.  

Content with the trail of marks that I have left on his body, and seeing the pretty red color on his body slowly dirtying the bedsheets under, I grow satisfied.

If only this red covers me.

Pressing myself over him, I can hear him hiss as my warm skin touches his colder one. I quickly grab his dick. Still limp? Nevermind.

I start stroking it, small strokes as I kiss him on his Adams apple as it bobbles when he gulps.
"You like it don't you?" I ask but he stays silent.

I bring both of my hands to his neck starting to strangle him, taking his breath away, to make him speak.

"Y-Yes.... I like it Vegas."

"Good.... You should like it. Like everything that I offer you."  

I then touch his petite hole with my index Finger as another soft voice leaves his lips. I want to insert in you so bad. One finger as he shouts then another and another until all three of my fingers are pleasuring and feeling his insides. His face changing every passing second as pleasure washes over him. I remove my fingers as he frowns because of the lack of contact as if something is being taken away from him.

I then place my hard cock against his opening. As soon as the head touches his little hole, He lifts his head in surprise in reaction and his face as if fascinated by the sight of my cock. I apply lube all over my cock and then over his hole as I start thrusting in slowly. His eyes clenched tightly. I slap him hard. 

"Eyes open at all times. Know who is fucking you, you slut." 

He somehow keeps his eyes open as small droplets of water leave his beautiful eyes. His tears waking the beast in me as the speed of each thrust in his body increases. With each hit to his sweet spot, I hear a beautiful cry leaving his mouth as he urges me to stop saying that it hurts, but I know the real meaning behind those words. After all these years, I know the true meaning behind those words. He wants to enjoy more. 

I lift his legs more higher as my cock pounds harder inside him. The quiet room now filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together with some more whimpers. 

"Please.....A-Ah...V-Vegas..." 

"Yes....slut say my name....." 

"A-Ah.....V-Vegas....A-Ah..." He then bites his lips to stop the lewd noises from leaving his mouth. 

"Come on baby.... scream louder.......Look how your body is reacting....." 

I feel my climax approaching as the body beneath me showers me with his cum soon followed by me cumming inside him. I just plop on the bed, Beside him, engulfing him in a tight hug as we both pant loudly. I look at his face, covered with sweat. I slowly take out my cock, the lack of contact of our bodies making me agitated. 

"Let's go for another round." I say not really waiting for a response from his side as I see he is still in the ecstasy. I want him to feel it again and again until he dies from having sex. 

It's around the third round when he falls asleep while I am still inside him, but not having quenched my thirst, I keep thrusting in his now limp body. And it's almost morning when I finally am full and let my body rest beside his, hugging him tightly. I think of untying his hands but then realizing otherwise, I let them stay tied as I let sleep take over me. 

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