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CHAPTER 5

SAGE

The torture is unreal. I didn’t think being at Rocco’s mercy would be so overwhelming. I’ve been on the brink twice since we started his game, and it seems like he has no intention of letting me fall over the edge. Not yet.

That fucking kiss. God, I’ve never been kissed like that. His mouth fucking owned me, making me his with a swipe of his tongue. The soft glove felt like heaven, teasing my balls and my hole, asking for entry. My legs are still splayed wide from his fingering, and I keep them that way, hoping he’ll fill me again.

I get what I ask for. A blunt object—not his dick unfortunately—presses against my hole. A plug. It’s not too big, not as big as Rocco’s cock, that’s for sure. But I want it in me. When I feel the pressure of him pushing it against my entrance, I bear down so he can slide it in.

Yes! The pleasure from that one simple act has me bowing off the bed again, especially when the toy lands right on my prostate. Rocco teases the toy, pressing against it so it continues to hit that secret spot inside me.

“That … oh ….” I swallow roughly, my mouth dry from all the panting and moaning I’ve been doing. “… so good … gonna … come.” Just before I’m pushed over the cliff, Rocco stops playing with me. I release another groan of frustration, though what he’s doing feels phenomenal.

Rocco gives me a few minutes to get myself under control until my orgasm recedes. I’m not sure if he’s waiting for me, but I nod my head to let him know I’m good. Almost right away, he goes back to teasing the plug and I pull against the binds, wanting to be free so I can touch him. Fuck, why did I agree to letting him tie me up? I’m trussed up like a Christmas ham, completely at his mercy.

Just when I think the pleasure can’t get any better, wetness engulfs my cockhead. “Shit, fuck!” I shout, thrusting up. My cock slides several inches down his throat, bumping his tonsils. I have no idea if he gags or not, since I can’t hear anything, but judging by the way his throat spasms around my dick, I think he did. God, that’s fucking hot.

The music playing in my ears, the blindfold over my eyes, the sensation around my dick and the plug being pressed into my prostate has me feeling so overwhelmed I can barely control the words tumbling from my mouth.

Rocco sucks and licks at me, using one hand to tease the plug and the other to tug my balls. The warm suction of his mouth feels better than any blow job I’ve ever had in my life. Maybe it’s because I can’t see him, maybe because I can’t hear him or touch him, but all sensations are heightened.

“Too close,” I warn, since he says I can’t come yet. It would be so easy to just unload down his throat and claim it was an accident, but I want to be good for him. A warm glow settled in my chest when he said I was good for him after my spanking. I want to keep being that good. I want more of that praise.

As expected, Rocco removes his mouth from my dick and stops fucking me with the plug. I sob anew, tears seeping from under my blindfold. I’ve never felt like this. Never wanted to come so bad in my life, I’d give my next breath.

His tongue laps at my tears and I moan, loving how the wetness feels over my heated flesh. It felt better on my dick, but I’ll accept this too. “Rocco, please,” I beg in what I think is a raspy whisper, but I can’t hear.

He plants kisses from my cheeks over to my mouth and kisses me senseless again, this time wrapping his hand around my dick. God, why is he torturing me? Why won’t he just let me come?

I’m so close to safe wording it’s ridiculous. But I want to be good.

When he lets go of my dick and stops fucking my mouth with his tongue, he removes the earbuds from my ears. “You’re doing so good, baby boy.” A warm glow settles in my chest and I smile, glad I’m making him happy. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please, daddy.”

He rubs the soft pad of his thumb over my mouth and hums. “I’m going to fuck your face until I come, then I’m going to own this ass for the rest of the night. How many little deaths do you think you can take?”

I groan, not sure how to answer him because I don’t fucking know. My brain is too fuzzy for me to think clearly, for me to even consider coming more than once when he’s denying me this first release.

He answers whatever prayers are running through my head when he says, “It’s okay if you come while you’re sucking my dick. Because I plan to have your cock shooting off more than once tonight. It’s best to get that first out of the way.”

Even before he stops talking, I’m nodding. I want a release so bad.

Rocco’s fingers slip under the mask and pulls it from my eyes. The room is dim, but I still blink at the sudden light. I look up at Rocco, at his blown pupils and lust filled gaze. “There they are. Those eyes. I want to see them when I nut on your face.”

My cock twitches in anticipation.

Rocco slides off the bed and strips off his pants. I watch in rapt fascination as he inches them down. His dick pops out and my mouth waters. It’s a work of fucking art. Thick, long and uncut, a thick vein running up the underside.

He takes himself in hand, stroking slowly. “Can you handle it boy?”

My mind is screaming fuck yes , but my head shakes as if I need to be realistic. “You’re big.”

Climbing on the bed, Rocco straddles my chest, sliding close to me. I rattle the cuffs he has on my wrists, and he looks at them with a sexy grin. A bead of precome leaks from him as he takes in the redness of my wrists. He runs an index finger over the area. “You’ll be able to take me. You’ll be a good boy and let me use you as my cock sleeve, breeding your hole as many times as I want.” He stops touching me and meets my eyes. “Right?”

Licking my lips, I nod. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” he purrs. “Now open wide.” He palms his cock again, stroking it as he looks at my lips. “I want to feel your plump mouth around my dick.”

I crank my mouth open wide, sticking my tongue out so he can run his length across its surface. When the bead of precome hits my tongue, I close my lips around his cockhead and groan. He tastes so fucking good, tart and salty and masculine. Fucking perfect.

Rocco hums, carding his fingers through my hair. My scalp pricks as he pulls at the strands. I moan when he pushes further into my mouth, fucking my face in a slow rhythm. I bob on his cock, taking in as much as I can, though it’s not nearly enough.

I flick my eyes up at him, wanting to see his expression while he’s fucking my mouth. His head is thrown back, his chest heaving. Fuck, he’s magnificent.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, holding my head tighter as he snaps his hips faster. “Your fucking mouth. You’re going to make me come, boy. Keep sucking me like that.” I redouble my efforts, swirling my tongue around his head and dragging it up the underside every time he pushes into my mouth.

His groans and grunts turn me on, my dick twitching and leaking precome against my stomach. Pleasure pools low in my belly, every push of his cock into my mouth making me want to come out of my skin. His warm weight on my tongue has my eyes rolling in the back of my head, though I try to keep my eyes on him.

“Look at me, sweet boy.”

As soon as I meet his dark gaze, my cock erupts, shooting my seed up my belly. The hot liquid rolls down my stomach, but I barely acknowledge it as I have one of the best, hands free orgasms of my life.

Rocco keeps fucking my face while my release rolls through me, using my body like the cock sleeve he said he would.

“Such a responsive boy,” he croons as he thrusts into my mouth with more speed and urgency. “Coming because you’re sucking daddy’s cock. So fucking hot, baby boy.” He tips my head up higher until I’m looking at him again. I can barely focus as I meet his eyes. “Look at you. Fucked out and I haven’t even given you my dick yet.” He pauses with a groan, fisting my hair to the point of pain. “I’m gonna paint this pretty face, then feed you my come. I want you to drink it all.”

No sooner than I nod, he snatches his dick from between my lips and jerks himself off. With a loud groan and a muttered curse, his warm release lands on my face, some landing in my open mouth. I swallow quickly, then lick my lips to clean up the release that landed there.

I open eyes I didn’t know were closed and look up at him, watching how his sex-laced eyes bounce over every inch of my face. With firm fingers, he scoops up some of his come and pushes it into my mouth. I happily suck on his fingers, lapping at them to get it all. Over and over, he pushes his seed into my mouth and I swallow it down gratefully.

When I’ve swallowed it all, Rocco climbs off my chest and slams his mouth down on mine. My cock chubs up, then fully hardens as he delves into my mouth. This kiss is slower, softer, but no less arousing because of it. If anything, it takes me higher than his first kiss did.

Breaking the kiss, Rocco looks down at my body and smiles when he sees the mess that I am. With the flat of his hand, he rubs my come into my skin as he hums. “I’m going to mark you like this before the night is over.” His eyes flick up to mine, glowing with intensity. “You’ll belong to me.”

“Yes, daddy,” I whisper, pulling against my binds.

“Not yet, baby boy. Let daddy play with you a little more, then I’ll let you touch me.”

Rocco drifts down my body, kissing and licking where he rubbed my spunk into my skin. I moan as I watch him, trying to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head again.

When he gets to my dick, I think he’s going to suck me off again and my cock is fully on board with that. Instead, he lifts my hips until he’s face to face with my hole. He teases the plug that’s inside me, making me jump and moan.

With a deft hand, he tugs it free and I groan in frustration, not liking how empty I feel now.

“Sssh,” Rocco says, kissing the inside of my thighs. “I know you want this slutty hole filled. Soon. I promise.”

Then, meeting my eyes, he closes his mouth around my pucker.