Become a tyrant fiancé

28. His Lesson

Trigger Warning: Contain Mature Content
Please read at your own risk!

Vegas pulls away, replaces his lips with a ball gag, and covers his eyes with a blindfold.

Perfect!

Vegas stares and admires his work of art, Pete is like the most ethereal art that only he has the right to... ruin.

"Now, let us begin," Vegas said with a wild grin

Vegas' rough hand caresses Pete's butt cheek teasingly making Pete squirm beneath that touch.

"If you can answer my question, I will stop with just a hit" Vegas state

He leans toward Pete and whispers beside his ear "But if you can't I will keep spanking you"

"Why did you run away hmm?" Vegas cold tone sends a shiver down Pete

He then lands a harsh slap making Pete yelp from the burning sensation

"I ask you something, angel," Vegas said with a grin, he knew Pete couldn't answer because he made sure he can't

The next slap lands at the same place, doubling the pain, Pete yelps as he tries to struggle out of those cuffs, he tries to mumble out a word but to no avail

"Apart from running away," Vegas begins slowly "You even have another man as your company"

"How can you explain that, hmm?" Vegas

He land a slap on every question he ask, by now the latter who got punished is a crying mess, a red hand print visible on the butt, tears wet the blindfold, and saliva dripping from the gags.

Vegas stares, a burning fire in his eyes almost burns Pete whole. His cock tighten begging for release.

He lands once harsh slap before knitting on Pete's butt, the pain is almost unbearable as Pete whimper.

Vegas takes the blindfold and the gag off, he throws them to the side. Pete is exhausted from being spanked, he lies flat on the bed trying to catch breathes but then a familiar hand pulls his hip up and something hard enters his tight hole

"AHH!" Pete screams at the top of his lung

Vegas thrusts in one go until he buries deep inside Pete, he stays there for a while before he starts to move at a slow pace.

He looks down toward Pete, "Damn angel, you look so sinful right now"

"F-fuck y-you asshole" Pete send him a death glare as he spit out a curse

Vegas grins as he thrusts hard inside him, every thrust is deep and slow to make sure that Pete can feel every inch of him.

"Mmmn, ahh" Pete moans lewdly which is like a piece of erotic music to Vegas' ears

Vegas yanks Pete's hair as he kisses him roughly, his pace fastens, and his hand roams Pete's body as he plays with his nipple.

Pulling away from the kiss, his teeth sink deep at the nape of Pete's neck leaving a red bite mark there possessively

"Ah- ahh nghh!" Pete whimper at the sudden pain

Vegas releases his hold making Pete fall back, Pete tries to get away but the tyrant grip around his hip makes him stay.

Pete grabs hold of the cuffs like his life depends on it while Vegas one hand hold the back of his neck as his other hand wrap around Pete's waist, he leans down to leave Pete's delicate back with his marks.