Bulletproof

Chapter 14

You bit down on your bottom lip as you examined every inch of his toned chest, moving your eyes down to his chiseled abs. They were toe curling. He had a silver necklace that hung from his neck, and you reached out to play with it absentmindedly.

Your hands glided up to his neck and then to his hair. You tugged lightly on his locks, and Bruce gasped. He closed his eyes in response to your strokes. When he opened his eyes, it was almost as if the actual ocean ebbed inside his blue orbs.

He hesitantly snaked his hands around your sides and let his forehead lean into your chest.

You leaned forward to try to kiss him, but it was more of a peck on the lips due to your nerves.

When did I become such a sub?

Bruce chuckled. It was a low, deep chuckle that aroused your senses. Just by the velvety tone of his voice, you could practically hear him voicing your desires. Bruce stepped forward, initiating the start of what you would think to be a hot makeout session.

He kissed you hard and you felt his tongue thrust against yours. You, however, weren't going down without a fight. You shoved your tongue into his mouth, vying for dominance in the kiss. After a few heated seconds, Bruce emerged victorious. He stopped kissing you to claim his prize.

You could feel the rough calluses on his hands as he caressed you. His fingers slowly inched thier way from your ass all the way to your thigh. Grabbing your thigh, he raises your leg up, causing your crotches to rub together slightly. You could feel the prominent bulge in his boxers as you rubbed yourself against him, desperate for more friction.

He lifted your other leg up and slowly started walking towards the bed. You, however, wanted more friction. You wanted to grind on him and on his hardness so hard that you would cum before he even decided to conquer your ass. You straddled his body and rocked back and forth, reveling in the familiar sensations racing through your body.

He laid the both of you on your bed and pressed himself tightly against you, leaving no space between the two of you. You whimpered as he trailed kisses down from your earlobe to your neck. There was a brief pause as he stopped at your shoulder.

Bruce licked his way back up your neck and nibbled softly on your earlobe, making your heart race. You felt his big hands slid up your shirt as his warm palms explored every inch of your stomach and chest.

Your breathing became labored as he continued to tease, using his free hand to run his fingers along your waistline. Your cock twitched at the anticipation.

"E-Enough. Fuck me Bruce," you murmured.

"Did you just tell me what to do?" Bruce stopped what he was doing.

"Y-yes?" You murmur.

What is he going to do about it?

"You talked back. Now you have to be punished." Bruce hopped off the bed and buckled his pants. He started to dress once again.

"W-wait what?" You sit up quickly, immediately regretting it.

Your vision swirls as you watch him leave.

"Your punishment will last until you can prove that you can be a good boy," Bruce walked out of the room slowly.

"Holler if you need me."

"What-the-fuck!" You raged, but that only caused Baquir to chuckle.

"Oh, how I've missed that sexy attitude of yours," Baquir purred.

That voice - even after all this time that voice still made your heart race. You had so many questions, so many things you felt like you needed to say. Instead you settled on a topic that was irrelevant.