Page 28 of Blackmail

“As long as you don’t try to tie me up, we’ll be fine.”

No restraints then. Fine. I file the information away, even though I don’t need to.

“Good.” I lube up my fingers and immediately slide two inside. He seemed to like that last time, and I’m too excited to wait.

For my effort, I get a long hiss, followed by a drawn-out “Oh fuck yes.”

I get even harder when his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Working my fingers farther in, I spread them out before curling them toward me, seeking out his spot.

Once I find it, I brush it gently, and then not so gently, until he’s writhing and begging. “More, Sebastian. Please.”

How can I say no to that? I add a third finger, working him until neither of us can stand it anymore. And when I drive inside him, I’m thankful he said he likes it rough, because I’m too hungry for him to hold back.

Using my hands to bend his legs up, I find the angle that makes him cry out again and again. I plunge into him recklessly. Over and over, hard and fast, as if it’s a race and there’s a medal at the finish line.

If I thought I could, I’d drag it out forever. But he’s been so good to me, so patient, aside from the squirming. I want to reward him.

And I want to come inside him.

“Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck me. Fuckmefuckme. Harder. Harder.”

By the time my orgasm is approaching, he’s making noises like an animal. He’s pulling his hair and clutching at the sheets. Moaning my name like he’s in pain and I’m the one with the antidote.

“God, I need more,” he begs. “Hurt me. Hurt me.”

So I slap the sides of his hips. I dig my fingers into his legs. “Touch yourself. Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”

He brings his hands up, stroking with his fingers.

With what must be a maniacal grin, I pull one of his legs over my shoulder and sink my teeth into his calf.

“Holy fuck. Oh, God. That hurts…so fucking good.”

“I didn’t say pat your nipples like a baby bunny at the petting zoo. I said pinch them. Pull them. Rub them fucking raw.”

He complies with a gasp. He tweaks the light brown nubs, digging in with his blunt fingernails until they’re bright red.

“Sebastian, can I touch my dick now? I need to. I’m so close.”

I don’t answer, leaning over him instead to take his nipple between my teeth. His hips buck beneath me, and he whines—such a pretty sound.

“Sebastian, please.”

But I’m not done yet. I promised to make him feel me for a week. So I push inside him all the way, and then I stop.

“No! No way. What are you doing? I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. Dammit, you asshole, you keep fucking me right now, or I’ll?—”

He falls silent, eyes blazing. Chest heaving. His hole grasps and squeezes me deliciously.

“Or you’ll what, Simon?”

I get no answer. Nothing but an expression that promises murder and the tight clenching of his channel around me in a way that I could almost swear is meant as revenge.

I coat my hand with more lube, especially my thumb. Then I pull out slightly and slide my thumb along my shaft. Slowly, carefully, spreading him wider.

“Oh fuck!” His upper body bows upward off the bed.