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“Good,” Anders purrs, dragging his mouth back over mine. He coaxes me back into a kiss, —less rough this time, all heavy tongue and bruising lips. “Then be good and hurry to the bedroom. I want you naked on your knees by the time I get there.”

I moan again. “Yes, Sir.”

His breath hitches and his fingers twitch in my hair. “Oh, I like that. I think that’s what you should call me from now on when you want me to take you apart and make you scream.”

“Yes, Sir,” I rasp again.

Anders makes a low, feral sound in his throat, grinds his hard cock into mine one more time, then releases his hold on me.

“Better hurry if you want your present.” There’s a playful threat underneath the suggestion that part of me wants to test, just to see what will happen if I’m not good for him.

But the promise of whatever he already has planned for me is enticing enough.

I’ll find out what happens to bad boys another night.

I slip past him and run down the hallway, his laughter echoing after me.

As soon as I cross the threshold into the bedroom, I scramble to undress, kicking off my shoes and tugging my tie loose at the same time.

I keep my ears pricked for the sound of Anders’s footsteps, my heart pounding with adrenaline and lust as I tear my shirt open and fling it aside.

By the time I hear him coming down the hallway, I’m down to just my briefs.

I quickly shed them and toss them into the pile along with everything else.

The door creaks open behind me as I hit the floor, wincing when my knees connect with the hardwood.

My hard cock bounces with the drop, and every inch of my skin burns for Anders’s touch.

He moves around behind me without giving me any more of a hint about what he has in store.

I shiver with anticipation, my nipples hardening and my balls tightening.

I hear a dresser drawer open and then close a few seconds later, then the rattle of something metallic.

I don’t bother trying to guess what he has in store for me. Not knowing is half the fun.

His footsteps draw closer, and then I feel the heat of his body behind me, towering over me in this position.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing something silky along the back of my neck. My skin prickles and I nod.

“Always,” I answer without hesitation.

He hums happily and presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck. I shiver and let out a soft gasp. Anders straightens up behind me and dangles a scrap of black silk in front of my face.

“Enough to blindfold you again?”

I huff out a laugh and nod. “Yes, Sir.”

Anders gives a satisfied little purr and then puts the blindfold over my eyes, blacking out the world around me.

Something metallic rattles again as he deftly ties the fabric behind my head.

I let out a happy sigh, my shoulders sinking a little and my knees giving a small twinge of pain.

There’s such a beautiful, perfect peace in letting go, giving myself over to Anders and knowing he’ll give me what I need.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and I lean into his touch.

The helplessness of being without my sight amplifies the feeling of his hands on me, the abrasive drag of the denim of his jeans against my bare back, the sound of his heavy, even breathing filling the room.

My skin heats as he slides his hands down to my chest, brushing his fingertips lightly over my pecs, back and forth in a slow pattern, getting closer and closer to my sensitive, peaked nipples with every pass.

I squirm and Anders laughs. His breath ghosts over my earlobe, and then he catches it sharply between his teeth. I gasp and my hips twitch.

“I can’t get enough of you, Luca,” he says in a low voice, sweet and commanding at the same time.

He finds one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger and pinches it roughly.

I hiss through my teeth, my cock jerking violently at the hot rush that surges through me, precum drooling from my slit.

The jangle and clank of whatever he’s holding gets a little louder, and then the unmistakable feeling of a thin metal chain dances over my skin.

It’s warm from being in his hand, but I shiver again anyway.

Anders squeezes my nipple a little harder and a throbbing ache ricochets through me, straight to my cock.

“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for. More pain, more touch, more Anders .

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, I moan and convulse, and before the pain of the bite has a chance to fade, something sharp pinches around my already throbbing nipple.

“Oh fuck,” I shout, jackknifing my hips forward involuntarily, humping the air with dizzying desperation.

My nipple burns, pulsing with every beat of my heart, the sensation coursing straight down to my cock and constricting around my balls.

Anders drags his hot, wet tongue over the spot on my shoulder that he bit, but I can hardly even feel it in comparison.

I gasp for breath and he pinches my other nipple the same way he did with the first. He tugs it and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, every squeeze amplifying the blazing ache in the other one.

He clamps it, and I thrash and thrust again.

“Anders, Sir, baby… fuck …” I whine.

“Mmm.” He tenderly kisses the back of my neck again.

“I knew my pretty pain slut would love his present.” He runs his fingers gently between my pecs, the pain radiating from my nipples making even the slightest touch feel infinitely more intense, every nerve sparking and sizzling, from the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes.

That metallic rattle sounds again and both the clamps tug sharply. My cock jerks violently and another wet rush of precum pulses out to dribble down my shaft.

“This floor is too hard on your knees, and I don’t think it’s the good kind of pain,” Anders says wryly. I rasp out a hoarse laugh. I was barely aware of the ache in my knees. “Why don’t you climb up on the bed and get on your hands and knees for me.”

He tugs the chain between the nipple clamps one more time and I wail with need.

It’s hard to remember exactly how far away from the bed I was when I knelt down, and with the pitch darkness cast by the blindfold I can’t begin to guess.

I fall forward onto my hands and knees, and crawl slowly, extending one hand out in front every inch or so to feel for the bed.

Anders moans, and I try to imagine what I must look like to him right now, crawling around helpless and blindfolded, my cock painfully hard, swinging between my thighs, bruises and bite marks both old and new marring my skin.

It’s humiliating and so fucking hot I can hardly keep from wrapping a hand around my erection.

My outstretched hand connects with the familiar shape of the bed frame. I clamber up onto the bed and get onto my hands and knees like Anders told me to.

The rustle of his clothes as he undresses feels like it goes on forever.

My nipples continue to pulse and throb with every rapid beat of my heart, and so does my cock.

Every inch of my body feels oversensitive and ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

My hole twitches and flutters, achingly empty, and I twist my fingers around the bedsheets to remind myself to stay still and wait.

The whirr of his zipper makes me vibrate impatiently.

We got tested a few days ago; is tonight the night Anders takes me bare?

Is he going to fill me up with his load and leave it dripping out of my wrecked hole?

“Look at you,” he growls appreciatively. I’m so oversensitive I jump at the light touch of his hand between my shoulder blades. “I have one more present for you. Are you ready for it?”

I whimper, and I think I nod, but I can’t be sure. All I can do is tremble and pant.

The snick of Anders opening a bottle of lube makes my hole twitch again and my nipples pulse. I wait for the cold drizzle of it down my crease, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I hear a squelch and then his slicked hand wraps around my cock.

I moan and jolt forward into his fist, my eyes rolling behind my blindfold and my cock swelling with an orgasm I’m already teetering right on the edge of.

“I can’t…” I gasp.

“It’s okay,” Anders soothes, stroking me faster, the filthy, wet sound of his hand moving over my shaft filling the room. My balls bounce and ache with every jerk, and precum pours from me to join in with the slippery lube coating his palm and fingers. “Come for me.”

He uses his other hand to jerk the chain between the nipple clamps again and blinding pleasure rushes through me, exploding from my core without any warning and racking my body with violent, blissful waves.

Anders wraps his hand around the head of my cock while it pulses and throbs, creating a hot, sticky mess in his palm that clings to my foreskin and the head of my cock as I thrust and pant and moan his name over and over.

My needy hole clenches over and over as my orgasm rocks me, desperate to be filled.

I give up trying to hold myself up on wobbly arms, and collapse forward to bury my face in a pillow, my hips up in the air, still jerking with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

It slowly dawns on my pleasure-drunk brain that Anders didn’t give me another present, but before I can form the words to ask about it, he slips something around my still hard cock.

The tight, rubbery object stretches around my shaft, and I wonder if it’s a condom for a second, until he fits it snugly around the base of my cock, trapping the blood filling my erection and keeping me hard.

The realization that it’s a cock ring sends a pulse of pleasure through me that’s painfully intense so soon after an orgasm.

My head is spinning and all of my muscles feel weak in the best way. I can’t think or move, but I don’t need to. All I need to do is let Anders have me, and coincidentally, that’s all I want to do.

Another filthy, wet sound fills the air before Anders’s body blankets mine, his hot breath ghosting over my ear. His cock nudges at the back of my thigh, dripping wet and sticky now.

“I’m going to fuck you with your own cum, and I’m going to fill you up with mine.”

“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Yes. Yes. Please, Sir.”

I start to push myself upright, but he puts his hand between my shoulders and forces me back down.

He lines his cock up with my hole and teases my rim with the head, smearing my own cum and his leaking precum over my twitching entrance.

My hole is just as sensitive as my cock after coming once already, tingling and fluttering impatiently.

I’m not even sure I can feel the ache in my nipples anymore, at least not directly.

My entire body feels like one throbbing, pulsing, desperate erogenous zone.

I’m almost positive that if Anders breathes on me hard enough, I could come all over again.

“I love you,” he murmurs, then he grips my hips and shoves inside of me in one quick thrust.

I moan, biting down on the pillow and clenching around him, stars bursting in my eyes behind the darkness of the blindfold.

Anders’s chuckle turns into a groan as he bottoms out, his cock jerking and swelling inside of me, pressing up against my prostate.

“Fuck, you’re so hot and tight. I could live inside of you.” He digs his fingers harder into my hips, pulls back slowly, and then fills me again with a hard, jarring thrust. The jolt ricochets through my nipples and my cock, and I wail.

Time ceases to exist; there’s nothing outside of this moment.

I only exist for Anders to fuck me and play with me and take what he needs from me.

His moans and the steady slap of his skin against mine fill the room, but everything feels like a dream in the darkness.

Pain and pleasure are inextricable, every throb and twinge in my hole or my nipples is the same as his cock pounding over my prostate, and the jarringly soft kisses he brushes over my shoulders in between thrusts.

“I’m so close. You make me feel so good,” he pants, picking up speed, fucking me faster and deeper. The bed creaks under us and the headboard bangs against the wall.

I gasp his name and bite the pillow because that’s all I can do. It’s all I need to do to please Sir.

“Luca!” He shouts my name, his cock swelling inside of me, stretching my rim just a little more.

He slams as deep as he can and then I can feel his cock start to twitch and throb, pulsing against my inner muscles.

The heat of his orgasm spilling inside of me, filling me up, marking me sends me spiraling into oblivion for a second time.

My balls draw so tight that I gasp in pain and pleasure, and my cock starts to throb untouched, dribbling out more cum that paints my skin in warm, sticky streaks as waves of pleasure crash over me.

“So good for me. So perfect. I love you so much,” Anders murmurs praise, kissing every inch of skin he can reach as we both ride out the last aftershocks of our orgasms.

I collapse underneath him and his cock slips out of me.

I wince and hiss, and he whispers more soothing words that I can barely hear over the rush of my pulse in my ears.

I drift in and out of consciousness, and when I blink again, the blindfold, clamps, and cock ring are all gone, and I’m cuddled close to Anders with his arms around me.

“When we can move again, we should take a shower,” he says, carding his fingers gently through my hair.

I laugh weakly and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. “Not sure I’m ever going to be able to move again after that.”

He chuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” I yawn and close my eyes, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Anders’s chest.

“I used to take boner pills when I had to… you know.”

My breath hitches. We haven’t talked about any of this since his father died. I figured he wanted to leave the past in the past, and I understood why. I tighten my arms around him and press my lips against the thumping pulse in his throat.

“Not with me though?” I tease lightly.

“Not with you,” he confirms. “You were different even that first night. I don't know why, but you were.”

“So were you, little viper. I never asked anyone for what I wanted before you. No one had ever hurt me the way I craved and no one else has ever fucked me.” The confession is tight in my throat, but it’s a relief as soon as I speak the words.

He pulls me even closer and kisses the top of my head.

“I love you,” he says again.

“I love you too, and I’m going to make sure you know it every day for the rest of your life.”

“The rest of my life? Sounds like a pretty long time. Are you sure?” His tone is teasing, but I can hear the underlying uncertainty faint in the question.

“I’m positive, little viper. I went through all the trouble of kidnapping you, after all.”

He barks out a laugh and nuzzles his nose into my hair. “I suppose you did.”