Page 27 of Chasing After You (Twisted Desires #3)

Dorian

I was hoping that he wouldn’t regret giving himself to me once he woke up. After all, all I did had been done out of love.

I hummed an old song as I went about my business.

Josh had been hard to lift, especially as dead weight, but I’d done it.

It would’ve been easier for me if I’d had him move on his own before I roofied him, but he really needed the aftercare.

Asking him to get up and put himself on the spanking bench right after the scene ended would’ve been in bad taste.

Somehow, after much struggle and possibly a pulled muscle, I had managed to get Josh stomach down on the spanking bench, his wrists and ankles secured to it with the attached padded cuffs.

Next, I set up my supplies on a small rolling table, and sat myself on a stool next to him. The buzz of my tattoo gun made something inside of me unclench. It took only a few minutes to etch my initial into the skin just below his ear.

He’d finally been marked as mine.

It was beyond perfect.

After I cleaned the tattoo and put away my supplies, it was time again for some play. I slid a simple black cock ring onto his dick, taking advantage of its soft and sleepy state.

I dragged the stool from where I’d been sitting up by his head for the tattoo to just behind him, getting a fantastic view of his puffy hole.

It hadn’t been in my plans to rim him, but my mouth watered at the thought of eating out his gorgeous little hole.

I spread his muscular cheeks, jiggling them in my hands. Then I went in for a taste.

His hole involuntarily twitched on my tongue, making me groan with desire. Fuck, his ass was delicious. It was sweet and musky, and just one little lick had me diving in to devour it.

I sucked on the pink, wrinkled rim, lapping up his natural flavor. I squeezed his cheeks in my hands as I bullied my tongue into his hole. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my cock twitched with need as I ate and ate and ate .

Josh, unconscious from the drugged water I’d had him drink, started to let out quiet puffs of air whenever my tongue stroked especially sensitive spots along his inner walls.

I continued fucking my tongue into him until my tongue cramped up from overuse.

Drizzling lube down his crack, then slicking up my index and middle fingers, I began opening him up again.

His hole was incredibly responsive, even in his sedated state.

It clenched around my fingers, almost as if to entice them deeper.

Adding more lube, I worked my ring finger in next to the others. He was still relatively loosened up from my cock, so it didn’t take too long for him to stretch the way I wanted.

After a few minutes, I even managed to get a fourth finger in. Josh whimpered at the intrusion, but didn’t wake.

I hadn’t planned on fucking him while he was asleep, but my dick was just aching for the hot, wet glide of his hole.

And so, I mounted him with my chest flush against his warm, muscular back, and pushed my hips forward.

My cock entered him slowly, each row of my piercings being swallowed up one at a time.

“Oh, fuck , yes,” I moaned, my eyes crossing at the blissful pressure his ass provided me. “Take it, big brother.”

Josh’s breathing quickened as I fucked relentlessly into him, using him solely for my own pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re just my fleshlight now,” I grunted against his neck, biting down into his skin as my hips kept pumping. “Oh, oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m—”

I moaned loudly, pushing my cock the deepest it could reach in his channel, and shot my load.

I stayed in him for a few minutes longer, savoring the aftershocks and the welcoming warmth of his hole. As I pulled out, globs of cum followed, dripping out from inside him. Luckily, I’d already prepared something that would help fuck my cum right back into him—again and again.

I pushed forward the machine, lining up the head of the large, bumpy dildo at the end of the pole into his opening.

Flicking the switch on, I watched in sadistic delight as the ten-inch fake cock disappeared into him, knowing that those bumps would press on all the best spots, just like my piercings had.

I adjusted one of the control knobs on the machine, making the thrusts vary in speed and power.

Before leaving the room to shower, I knelt down in front of him and sloppily licked his lips, greedily tasting my own cum from when he’d blown me.

* * *

I knew Josh would panic if he woke up without me beside him, so I tried to stay as close as possible to him while he was out. Depending on how his body had reacted to the drug, he could stay unconscious for anywhere between six and twelve hours.

I was anticipating somewhere between six and nine hours, just based on his body composition.

After a long shower, I returned to the playroom, checked that he was still asleep, and poured a generous amount of lube onto the dildo that was still fucking into him.

I then slept for two hours on the freshly cleaned dungeon bed, setting an alarm on my phone. When it sounded, I groggily got up, checked on him again, added more lube, and jacked off onto his toned back.

I went back to sleep for another three hours, waking up to the sound of soft moaning. He was definitely not awake, but neither was he entirely unconscious. I poured the rest of the lube onto his swollen rim, emptying the bottle.

And then, I waited.

His lips parted slightly as he stirred. I watched the very beginning of movement as his body awakened—the flutter of lashes against flushed cheeks, the twitch of one of his fingers.

I leaned forward from the chair where I’d been sitting against one of the walls, elbows on my knees, heart tripping in my chest. I wasn’t scared. Not really. Just… aware.

Aware that if he woke up and realized what I’d done, he might not look at me the same way that he had last night. And I’d worked so hard for that.

But also, maybe he wouldn’t be mad. Maybe he’d feel how warm and safe he still was. Maybe he’d understand that I only ever did things that were best for him.

His brow twitched.

“Josh…” I whispered, soft as a thread unspooling. “It’s okay. You’re safe. Open your eyes, angel.”

A low hum answered me. His eyes cracked open, unfocused and hazy.

He looked at me. Not sharply—no suspicion, no anger—just dazed, like waking up in a strange place you don’t quite recognize.

“There you are,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “Hey, you with me?”

He blinked slowly. “…Dori? W-what… hngh —” A ragged moan forced its way out of his chest as the dildo fucked into him.

“It’s okay, just give in to the pleasure. I’m just making you feel good, that’s all,” I coaxed.

He struggled weakly against his restraints, a look of confusion on his face. His body was flushed, droplets of sweat appearing sporadically across the expanse of his skin.

“I d-don’t—”

I turned the small knob on the machine, upping the speed to the highest level, and activated the vibration.

“What… what’s— ah —happening? F-feels so… so—”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Josh mewled brokenly as the toy punched into him, his body trembling. He was too distracted to answer me, apparently. I grabbed a leather paddle from the wall and approached him. I rubbed his cheeks with my hands first, appreciating the bouncing motion from the machine fucking him.

Raising the paddle, I struck, landing a heavy blow to his ass.

“Ah, fuck! ” Josh yelped at the sting.

I gave him another hit before leaning down close to his ear and saying, “I asked you a question.”

Tears cascaded down his face, confusion, worry, and arousal all swirling around in his gaze. “Dori, p-please,” he cried, struggling harder against the restraints of the bench.

I pet his head gently. “Don’t be scared, angel. Don’t you want to come?”

A high-pitched whine emanated from him. “I’m—scared, please…”

“I’m going to take off your cock ring now, okay?” I reached down, gripping his soaked, throbbing length in my hand. He bucked into the hold, sobbing. As carefully as I could, I removed the ring, and gave his shaft a few strong pumps.

He convulsed against the bench, letting out a long, pained moan as close to eight hours’ worth of cum gushed out of his cock.

“There,” I crooned. “ Good boy . Let it all out for me. That’s it, angel.”

His orgasm seemed never-ending, wrenching rope after rope from him until his balls were completely drained. He collapsed against the bench, breathing heavily and erratically, muscles twitching.

“Perfect,” I exhaled.

“Dori…” he whispered, his voice wrecked.

“I’m right here, angel.”

“H-hurts,” he mumbled.

“Hurts? What hurts?”

“Everywhere…”

“Oh, angel. It’s okay, I’ll make it all better. Let’s get those cuffs off of you and get you in a nice hot bath. Is there anything you’re craving for breakfast? I’ll get whatever you want. Today will be all about taking care of you.”

He hiccuped, turning his head slightly to look at me with exhaustion etched into his skin. “Donuts,” he whispered.

I smiled. I knew this had been a good idea. I wasn’t sure he’d even realized what I’d done to him yet. “Okay, donuts it is.” I unlocked each of the four cuffs, rubbing the skin to promote blood flow. “I want to get you to the bathroom, angel. Do you think you can try to get up and lean against me?”

“Dunno,” he said. “Help me.”

He struggled to stand, but was eventually able to get upright enough that I could half-walk, half-drag him into the bathroom. I helped lower him into the tub, running warm water from the faucet, before digging into the cabinets beneath my sink and hitting the jackpot—a large bag of Epsom salts.

I poured a few cups into the water, all the while taking stock of the state of his body.

“Is the temperature okay?” I asked quietly.

He nodded, but averted his eyes. “Down… d-down there… feels sore…”

“I’m sorry, angel. Spread your knees apart so I can see.”

He hesitated, but ultimately spread his legs. “Is it bad?” Josh asked in a timid, mousey voice.

“Hmm, it could be worse. I’ll put some medicine on it once you’re out of the bath.”

He nodded and sank deeper into the water. “I’m so tired,” he mumbled.

“Let me wash you, then I’ll get you into bed.”

He peeked at me warily through his lashes. “I can wash myself.”

“I know,” I answered. “But I want to wash you.”

I soaped up a cotton washcloth with a chamomile-scented body wash and began to drag it over his skin.

“I’m confused,” he whispered.

“About what?”

“What just happened… I don’t understand…”

I nodded, sliding the cloth down his abdomen. “I just did a little training on your body. That’s all.”

“But I fell asleep on the bed, so why was I over there? And why does my whole body feel so sore? And why do I feel all out of it and thirsty?”

I clicked my tongue. “I just gave you something to sleep. That way, I could train you for longer than if you were awake.”

He frowned, eyes downcast. “You… gave me something?”

“Rohypnol.”

“Ro—what?”

“Roofies.”

Josh cringed, his mouth wobbling. “T-the date…” he lowered his voice, “r-rape drug…?”

“Oh, angel. Don’t think of it that way. I would never do something like that to you.”

“But—but you did …” he said softly. “Why—no… Can you just help me to my room, please? I need some time alone.”

Fuck.

“Of course, sweetheart.”