Page 71 of Creatures Like Us

“Well, maybeIwant you to say no.”

The outside me would never say this, but down here, in the basement, everything feels dreamlike, and my true self eludes me. I can’t tell if I really want these depraved things that are spilling out of my mouth, or if it’s something I say just to make Noah react, just to see that flicker of fear in his eyes. But even if he fears it, his cock remains hard in my hand, and mine does too.

“You pick,” he says, licking his lips.

I don’t have to think for long. “Oatmeal. I hate oatmeal.”

Noah smiles. “Okay, Goldilocks.”

I smile with him, but my smile is sadistic and wicked, knowing what he’s trying to do but not allowing him to gain the upper hand. Not this time.

“Repeat the word to me.”

“Oatmeal.”

“Good. Maybe we won’t ever need it though. Maybe you won’t ever get enough.”

Noah licks his lips. “I don’t think I will. It feels too good when you?…?when you control me. It makes me feel like you want me.”

“Well, that’s because Idowant you,” I say, just to see his cheeks flush that pretty pink color. “Don’t you like controlling me too?”

“I do, but this is better.”

“I’m glad we agree.” Letting go of our cocks, I reach over to the bottle of lube, and I pour a generous amount into my palm. “This time, I think I’ll fuck you without stretching you out with my fingers first. How do you feel about that?”

Noah parts his legs. “Okay.”

I keep a steady grip on his throat as I coat myself with lube and smear a bit around his rim. “Good. Say ‘please.’”

“Please.”

“Say ‘please fuck me.’”

“Please fuck me, Ash,” he whimpers, lifting his legs into the air.

I fit my cockhead to his barely prepped hole and push my hips forward. There’s a lot of resistance. Feels like it won’t work.

“Relax.” I bear down on his throat, and that pressure is like magic: I feel his hole opening up to me, yielding to the intrusion, welcoming me in one smooth slide.

Noah lets out a shaky moan, and I see the pain in his half-lidded eyes, as well as the pleasure.

“Relax,” I say again. “It’ll feel better soon.” I lift his right leg and kneel on the bed to find a better position to fuck into him. “You ready for me to start moving?”

Noah nods, or he would, if his neck weren’t trapped under my palm. “Please.”

I pull out almost entirely, and he lets out a gasped whimper, body trembling. The tendons of his throat tense like bowstrings under my palm, and the muscles of his leg spasm as I fuck back into him.

“A week ago, you were a virgin,” I grunt, voice strained. “Imagine that.”

“What am I now?”

“You’re made for this. Made to take my cock. Made to please me.”

Noah nods, tears springing to his eyes. “Nothing else.”

“This is all you need to care about. Just be a pretty little cock sleeve for me.”

Noah moans, and a strange expression flits across his face. Relief? Maybe. Maybe it’s freeing for him to hear this, even though it’s degrading.