Page 66 of Love By Design

With a groan that I felt all the way down to my bones, Marshall stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist to balance myself, relishing in his strength as he carried me out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. He sank down onto the bed with one knee, then ever so gently laid me onto my back.

He never broke the kiss.

I unwound my legs from his waist so I could make more room for him between my thighs, but he tapped me on the knee and grunted into my mouth. I put my legs back around him and my arms too, for good measure, shivering when he reached between our bodies and shoved down the waistband of my sweatpants. There was more fussing, and then Marshall’s strong hand circled around both of our cocks.

He tore his mouth away from mine, kissing his way up my jaw and to my ear, down the side of my neck where he grazed his teeth across the thin and sensitive skin behind my ear.

“Come with me,” he whispered, rutting against me while we both fucked through his tight fist. “I’m going to keep you up all night, Silas. Come now so you can last for it.”

It was a promise and a threat, and Marshall kissed me again, spearing his tongue so deep into my mouth. I had no option but to yield for him in every possible way. His hand was rough and tight, and he came first, the entire weight of his body bearing down on mine as hot bursts of cum coated the length of my dick. He adjusted his grip enough to smear his cum all over my shaft, and when he wrapped his fist back around my cock and sank his teeth into my lower lip, it was over for me. I came hard, unexpectedly so, shouting and arching off the bed. The only thing holding me down was his weight on top of me, my limbs still twined around his. Marshall slowed everything, his body, his hand, his kiss, then he rocked back onto his heels and stared down at the mess we’d both made of ourselves.

“You unman me,” he murmured.

His stare was heavy as he looked me over from the top of my head down to my thighs, nostrils flaring when he grabbed my sweatpants and tugged them down. I lifted a leg, and he stripped me of my pants and underwear, tossing it all over his shoulder without so much as a second glance. My shirt was sticky with cum, and he grabbed the hem next, tugging it up and over my head before adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. He was still fully dressed, his cock soft and plump against his thigh.

“Forced orgasms?” he asked softly, curling his fingers around my shaft. His hands were so much bigger than mine, fingertips meeting in the middle where mine barely reached around the thickest part of me.

“Right now or another time?”

“Yes.”

The breath left my lungs, and I sank down into the sheets.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Denial?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded.

“Nipples?”

“Yes.”

“Is there any part of you that’s off-limits?” he asked, stroking with almost no pressure in his grip at all.

“No.”

His hand reached the tip of my dick, and he slid his thumb through my slit, pressing the corner of his nail against my piss hole. “Not even here?”

“I…I’ve never.”

“Is it off-limits?” he asked again, lifting his thumb away and returning his attention to my shaft. It was a simple move, but then nothing with Marshall was simple. He didn’t have the consent he was always chasing, so he would refrain until he did.

“No,” I told him. “I would try it.”

“I would start small, Silas.” He applied pressure to the head of my dick, pulling down to spread my slit open, expose me. “I would only stretch you until you forgot how to speak.”

Shivering, I fisted the sheets and groaned when my hips lifted off the bed, clearly entranced at the promise of his threat.

“Blindfolds?” he asked next.

I nodded.

“What else?”

My cheeks burned, and I told him, “I like being told what to do.”

I didn’t have strong feelings one way or another about humiliation, but I did find in most instances it made me hard.