Page 12 of Love by Design (Club Rapture: Risk Aware #1)

MARSHALL

B y the time I was ready to spank him, Silas was a trembling, sweaty mess of a man.

His cock had grown long and thick in my hand, the skin stretched in a way that looked almost painful.

The tip of his cock was nearly purple, precum leaking from the slit like a faucet.

I swiped up some of the wetness with the pad of my thumb and raised it to his mouth as an offering.

He moaned, nipping at me before sucking me in past his teeth.

“Slowly, slowly,” I warned, shifting the angle of my thumb so I could add two fingers into his mouth. Pressing against his tongue, Silas sucked desperately at my fingers, and I cradled the back of his head with my free hand to keep him steady. “Good boy, do you want one more?”

He moaned so low that it vibrated up the length of my arm, so I obliged him with a third finger. My reach spread his jaw wide, and as I stretched toward the back of his throat, his body seized with a gag. I pushed the back of his head forward, curling my fingers into his skull.

He choked, taking my fingers up to the last knuckle.

Spit slid down his chin and his lips were spread so far apart to accommodate my fingers, and I really did wish we’d negotiated some kind of recording rights because I was already going to jerk off about this encounter for the rest of my days.

Being able to call it up and rewatch it was a reward I probably hadn’t done anything to deserve.

“This is how deep I expect you to take my cock, Silas. Do you understand?”

He mumbled a yes, and I withdrew my hand from his mouth, using his cheeks to dry my fingers. I pushed him down, hand splayed out in the middle of his back.

“Spread your arms out,” I said, and he did.

I put enough space between us to get his wrist cuffs attached to the bolts on either side of my footboard, then I fastened his ankles to the spreader bar. The position looked uncomfortable, but not enough to cause him more discomfort than I wanted him to feel.

“How’s that, Silas?” I asked.

“Good. It’s good.”

“What’s two times two?”

He made a noise that sounded like it would have been a laugh if he wasn’t already fraught with arousal. “Four. Why?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my gloves. The kidskin leather was cool to the touch, but it warmed as soon as I slipped my fingers inside, flexing them to help the leather mold and form to the shape of my hands.

“Just making sure you’re still here.”

“Mmmn. I am,” he purred.

I had lube in my pocket alongside a gold-foiled condom, waiting for the right time, which was—unfortunately for me—still rather far off.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red.”

“Good. ”

I gave one last look at the sight of Silas on his knees, legs spread wide and arms spread wider.

His cock hung parallel to the floor, smearing wetness across his stomach with every beat of his heart.

Turning my back, I stood over the top of him, one leg on either side of his hips, then I sank down into a squat.

Sliding one hand beneath his stomach to hold him up, I rubbed slow and smooth circles across the pale swell of his ass.

The spreader bar helped keep him open, his asshole accessible if I wanted it to be, which…

I did and I didn’t.

I needed to keep up my end of our negotiated scene before fucking him, because I could tell from nothing more than the way he moved and moaned against me that once I got inside of him, I’d be completely undone.

Needing to put me out of my own misery, I lifted my hand and brought it back down, a hard and sharp slap of leather against skin.

Silas sucked in a breath, and I repeated the motion in the same place but harder.

Another gasp.

So I went harder.

Still…

Silas moaned like a whore, his body moving like he was trying to fuck the air, so I spanked him again but lower, the leather covering my palm landing hard and true against the delicate fold of skin between his thigh and his ass cheek.

That was the impact that finally earned me something louder than a whimper.

I got him quick and strong, five more times in the same spot, then five more, and Silas was gasping for air between the moans.

Kneading the skin I’d just been spanking, I moved to the other side, starting low and hard without the warmup.

Silas was greedy when it came to keeping noises to himself, forcing out breathy pants and gasps and the quietest moans.

All of it enough to make my own dick throb against my thigh, but not enough to make me feel like I was giving him the kind of spanking he was truly after.

Thinking quickly, I undid his wrists and hauled him up onto the bed. I reattached his wrist cuffs at the headboard, sank my weight down onto the small of his back and resumed spanking him with better leverage and more power.

“Oh, fuck.” Silas’s voice was muffled in the sheets, but he was far more audible than he’d been before.

I went hard on him after that, against the globes of his ass, down the backs of his thighs and up again.

On more than one occasion, he tried to squirm and twist away from me, but the spreader bar between his ankles kept him open how I wanted him.

As surprised as Silas had been to learn I was a dominant, I was more surprised to find out he was a submissive, even more so a masochist. It spoke to the fact there were so many things neither of us knew about each other, and one other thing Silas didn’t know about me was that I had the stamina of a man half my age, and I wasn’t even close to getting tired of striking him.

Twenty minutes in, the thrust of his hips into the sheets lost its consistent cadence, and I was quick to lift his midsection off the bed, taking away the friction he’d been chasing after.

“No,” I warned, putting my body over his, fisting his hair and yanking his head up to give my mouth access to his ear. “You will not come on my sheets, and you will not come without permission.”

“Marshall,” he begged, he whined, he pleaded .

“Do you understand me?”

“I can’t just?—”

I twisted the hand in his hair and bared my teeth against the shell of his ear. Rutting against him, I ground my cock between the cleft of his ass, my slacks against his tender thighs.

“Do you understand?” I repeated.

He swallowed hard. “Yes, Marshall. ”

I shoved his face back down into the sheets, taking the pillows away in favor of sliding them into place beneath his hips. It gave him something to fuck, but it gave me a better angle to spank him, and I’d been very clear with him about my expectation that he not come.

I laid into him forcefully after that. Enough strength behind each movement to make my forearm ache from exertion.

After twenty minutes, I tore off my gloves and gave him my skin, which earned me more of the sounds that made my dick leak.

The lube and the condom burned a hole in my pocket, but it was barely after nine and I didn’t know if I would get a chance to have Silas ever again.

Finally taking a break to catch my breath, I rocked back onto my heels, drawing stars and swirls across the patchwork bruising that had already begun to form on the back of Silas’s legs.

He let out a shaky whimper, arching after my touch in search of more.

I drew my way over his hip and down between his stomach and the pillows.

His cock was rigid and hot to the touch.

“You’re so wet for me,” I told him, dragging my thumb through his slick slit. “Do you ever like to top?”

He shook his head, whispered, “No.”

“That’s good.” I made a tight fist around his straining dick and stroked. “Some men look best on the bottom, I think.”

“Marshall.”

“Hmn?”

“I need to come.”

I laughed, a low rumble in the center of my chest. “The only thing you need to do is what you’re told, Silas. And I definitely haven’t told you to come.”

“Marshall,” he whined, hips thrusting against my hand.

“I’m nowhere near ready to fuck you.”

That was a lie. Maybe the biggest one I’d ever told.

“Let’s get those muscles moving, sweetheart. Don’t want you to get sore.” The endearment slipped out without much forethought, but I liked the taste of it just the same.

Moving around the bed, I unclipped one of his wrists and then sat down with my ass where the pillows should have been, my back flat against the wall.

I attached Silas’s wrist to the bed again and tugged him closer so his face was buried in my lap.

I pulled the pillows out from beneath his hips and told him to hold himself up on his knees.

His hair was soft and damp against my fingers, and I threaded my fingers into his hair to maneuver his face against my bulge.

Silas mouthed my cock through my pants, and I was grateful he couldn’t see the absolute pleasure wash over my face from the heat of his mouth. I was as affected by him as he was by me, if not more, but I needed to maintain the appearance of control. At least for the night.

After enjoying the feel of his face, I fought open my pants with my free hand, revealing my cock to him for the first time, up close and personal. My shaft slapped against his cheek, and Silas’s lashes fluttered. He was so fucking sweaty, already so wrecked.

“You’re huge,” he groaned.

“Sssh.” I brushed the tip across his lips, and he opened wide for me. “Do you remember where I told you I wanted my cock to go?”

He nodded eagerly, swallowing my length until his nose was pressed against my stomach. He gagged once he had me fully in his mouth, the convulsion of his throat muscles against my crown not doing anything to hold me back from my own end.

“Lift your legs up if you want to stop, Silas. Do you understand?” I asked.

He made an affirmative sound that sent a shiver straight into my balls.

“Show me. ”

He lifted his legs, the spreader bar still holding him open, then he collapsed them back down to the bed.

“Good boy,” I told him again. “You don’t have to do anything but suck, alright?”

In response to that, he sucked hard .

I folded myself over the top of him so I could reach his ass and then I started up another fresh round of spanking.

By the time my arm got tired again, I was a mess, sitting in a pool of Silas’s spit, my mattress probably soaked to the core from how much his dick was leaking into the sheets.

His ass was a gorgeous shade of purple, the same vibrant hue his dick had been earlier in the night, and I couldn’t hold off any longer.

Grabbing Silas’s hair, I pulled him up off my lap.

He choked on all the air, spit strings smearing across his chin and his cheeks, tears racing from the corners of his eyes. His arms were still spread wide on either side of me, cuffs bound to the bed. He was like a butterfly, spread and pinned, awaiting dissection.

Instead of undoing his restraints, I stood in place and walked around to the bottom of my bed.

Sinking onto my knees behind him, I finally pulled the condom and lube out of my pocket.

At the sound of the foil tearing open, Silas sobbed, entire body swaying like a wave had crashed over the top of him.

I poured a fair amount of lube onto both of my hands, ready to walk him so close to the edge he’d finally be scared to step off.

I speared two slick fingers into his asshole and grabbed his cock with the other hand.

Silas cried, gasping for God, calling out for me.

His balls were so tight, tucked against his body, and with every stroke up his shaft, my knuckles brushed him and he let out another curse.

Another prayer.

“Marsh—” He couldn’t even get my entire name out.

I let go of his cock and put a third finger into his ass .

It was then that he started to weep openly, but he didn’t lift his legs around me, didn’t mutter the word that would make it all stop.

My patience was thin as it had ever been, and I finally needed to give in before both of us lost our minds.

I withdrew my fingers and made quick work of replacing them with my cock.

It only took one smooth pump of my hips to seat myself fully inside of him, and Silas’s back arched as I sank all the way home.

I grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back toward me, more than happy to increase the curve of his spine so I could get even deeper into his body.

I took his waist into my other hand, and then I started to move.

There was no warm-up, no warning, no more questions.

I fucked Silas so hard, I knew I’d give myself bruises on the fronts of my thighs. Over and over and over, and he was crying and screaming and begging to come, and I wanted to get deeper, deeper, deeper before I let him finish.

“We’re so close now,” I promised. I wanted to dig him down into my bed, but I was still dressed and couldn’t get my leg up over his body to do it.

“I—”

“I know, sweetheart,” I promised, pulling him until his arms were straight, the angle assuredly enough to cause him the kind of hurt we both knew he liked during sex.

I let go of his hip with my other hand, shifted deeper and to the side as much as I could manage, then I spanked the side of his ass, the outside of his thigh.

Again.

Again.

Again.

My vision went dark and frayed around the edges and I relented on Silas’s hair, throwing him face-first down into the sheets .

“Come, Silas,” I demanded, and he let out a sharp, painful wail and went tense beneath me then, entirely boneless.

His body trembled and spasmed, and I leveraged myself on top of him to drive down into him. It only took two more thrusts for me to give into my own pleasure, and then I fell over the edge, Silas’s name a whispered promise in the space between us.