Page 36 of Love By Design

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.

CHAPTER 13

SILAS

Marshall’s tongue licked a hot line up the side of my neck.

My cheek pressed into the sheets. My hips still arched from the pillows he’d shoved between me and the bed. My body had never been so thoroughly used.

Every touch was electric, half an inch too far over the line of pain to be pleasurable anymore, my skin reduced to nothing more than nerves and need. His strong hand kneaded my ass cheek, and I whimpered for him.

“I could so easily become obsessed with you,” he whispered, easing out of me, but even for all his gentleness, it felt like being split in two.

I bit as much of the bedding as I could get into my mouth, hoping it would stifle the sound of my unhappiness.

“I know. I know.” Marshall petted his hands down the small of my back. “Rest now.”

So, I did.