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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dominic

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” Mikah mutters over and over, making me smile.

“But you look so beautiful,” I comment, meaning it entirely.

“I hate you,” he seethes, body trembling.

I lean over him, ducking my head to press my lips to the corner of his mouth. I’d kiss his actual lips, but he’s baring his teeth at me, and I think he may try to bite.

“There’s a fine line between love and hate,” I whisper to him, somewhat reflecting his same sentiments in the car earlier—about love and war.

If we’re going to skirt around the emotional talk, I can do it all day. Let’s see who breaks first.

Do I love Mikah? Not confident enough to tell him, but I’m getting there. It’s this weird, natural feeling that I get when I’m with him. Like a comfort. Like it was just meant to be. I think he has similar feelings, only it’s different for him—obviously.

He’ s wound tight. He worries about everything. The thoughts may be easier when we’re together, but he’s ripping everything apart when he’s alone. It may be something I’ll never be able to fix, but as long as the good thoughts beat the bad ones, I’ll consider it a win.

But do I want him to cave first and admit his feelings for me… or do I want to shock him and admit mine? Either option would have a great outcome but pushing him to his limit and watching him explode will be more fun.

Sort of like what I’m doing right now.

“Fuck you,” he growls, panting.

I lift up, sitting on my knees and scooting back so I can get a better look.

He can act like he hates me all he wants, but if he did, if he hated what I’m doing to him, he wouldn’t be listening so well and not moving.

His hands are gripped beneath the headboard, holding on for dear life, and his body is still in the place it was when he first laid down. I told him not to move, to hold on, and he has. He wants me to let him come—he needs it. I’ve been teasing him for nearly thirty minutes now, but a part of him must love this. He could easily get up and walk away. Jerk himself off. Probably even come if he closed his eyes and thought about it hard enough.

His dick is so stiff it feels like steel, the tip bright red and angry, needing to be sucked a little more. I can’t see his tight little hole, but I bet it’s clenching for my fingers, wanting to be filled some more.

I run my thumb along my bottom lip as I take him in.

My dick is hard too.

I want to come too.

Seeing him like this, begging and desperate, is driving me fucking mad. But I have the advantage because I already got to come today. He sucked my dick in the car.

This is his punishment for acting like a brat all day. I told him I would do it, and either he didn’t believe me or, the better option, he wanted this.

He definitely wanted this.

Mikah’s a glutton for being dominated by me, giving up control to me, and letting me take over. His brain shuts off, and it allows him to do nothing but feel . It’s a rush on my end too. I love this.

We got back to my house after the mall, and we talked about what was brought up at lunch—the jealousy thing. He swears he trusts me and said we didn’t need to keep going on about it. I didn’t want to start an argument, so I dropped it. But I’m not convinced. I’ll keep it in the back of my mind and reassure him as often as he needs it. One day, he will be confident in this.

“I don’t know what I want to do to you next,” I say as I look him over. “There are so many options.”

Play with his nipples. Tease his dick. Fuck him with my fingers—fuck him with my dick. Make him choke on mine. Tell him to touch himself. Spread his legs and fuck his own ass with his fingers…

That sounds like a good one. We haven’t done that yet.

“Don’t move,” I say before hopping off the bed and leaving the room. I stop in the doorway and look back at him. “And do not touch that dick. It’s mine .”

He growls again, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I hurry downstairs to the dining room, grab a chair to bring upstairs, and set it at the end of the bed. I should keep one in my room for situations like this.

“What the fuck is that for?” he asks.

“Sitting, obviously.”

“Why?” he spits out.

I sit down, spreading my legs and leaning back.

“Because I’m going to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers. I’m going to watch you stroke your prostate and drive yourself crazy. I’m going to watch you bring yourself to the brink of exploding, and then pull away, because you’re still not allowed to come yet.”

His eyes are wild, wide, nearly bulging out of his head.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask when he doesn’t move. “Lube is right there.” I point to the spot on the bed where the bottle is.

“I’m not—I can’t—”

“You’ll be able to stop, don’t worry. ”

“No—”

“Yes, you will. Because I’m here and you’re going to listen to me.” I lean forward. “Now pick up that lube, spread it all over your fingers, and fuck your ass before you make me angry.”

He’s panting heavier than he was before, deep breaths that come out in huffs. Mikah lets go of the headboard, leaning over to snatch the bottle of lube. With trembling fingers, he pours some into his hand, pulls his legs up and circles two fingers over his hole.

“Get comfortable,” I direct. “Start with one.”

He sits up more, leaning against the headboard a little, pulling his knees up higher and bending forward. It’s not the easiest position for him because of his build. I’ve seen plenty of thin guys do this without issue, but with Mikah’s muscles and thick body, he doesn’t quite bend the way the smaller guys do. This is so much sexier. Because he’s working for it.

He’s struggling to do this, but he’s doing it because he wants to please me. It’s always so much hotter when he has to put effort in.

Mikah slips a finger inside his ass, groaning a relieved sound. His dick twitches a few times, his balls drawn up so tight I can hardly see them—that’s how hard he is.

“Now go slow. Tease that little button inside you.”

He doesn’t fuck himself, but I see his hand moving, his finger stroking from the inside.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, his head falling back against the headboard. His face tenses up. “I c-can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t. I’m… going to pass out. This is… a lot.”

“Do we need to stop?” I ask. “Red?”

“I just need a second to breathe.”

I get up, going over to him with the bottle of water I left on the dresser earlier.

“If you pass out, do you still want me to make you come?” I ask with a smirk.

He glares.

“Open,” I tell him, and pour some water into his mouth when he does. Some dribbles out, so I lean down to lick it up, then bring my mouth to his. “You’re being such a good boy.”

He whimpers when I stand straight, putting the water on the nightstand.

“I really want to come,” he complains. His finger is still in his ass, dick still stiff.

“Hm… maybe you should have thought about that when you were being a brat?”

“I won’t do it anymore,” he says, shaking his head.

I laugh. “Liar,” I hiss with humor.

“No, I swear. I’ll try harder not to.”

“You’re just manipulating me because you want to come. You’re a brat, through and through. There is no changing that, and even if there was, I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Just tell me what to do. Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me fucking come.”

I sit back down in the chair. “Beg.”

“I just did. ”

“Wasn’t good enough. Beg harder .”

Mikah lets out a string of curses before slamming his head against the headboard and gritting his teeth. He takes heavy breaths through his nose, and when his eyes open, he looks a little more calm. He licks his lips, his eyes meeting mine.

His tone is low, seductive. “Please let me come, Dominic. I need to come so fucking badly. It hurts.” I raise a brow, wanting more. “Please. I swear I will be a good boy even when we’re not having sex.”

Oh? Now that’s sexy.

“Tell me more about how much of a good boy you’ll be.”

“The best,” he adds quickly. “I’ll be so good for you. The best boy ever. I’ll do anything you want.”

His hips thrust up, causing his dick to bounce. It makes my mouth water. I’ve never been so into sucking someone’s dick as I am his. It’s weird for me, but unlike him, I don’t overthink everything. I just go with it.

“Keep going,” I urge, my dick straining behind my jeans.

“Please, Dominic. I need you to fix this for me. I need you to help me. Please, do this for me. Please, please, please.”

Fuck, that’s so hot. Hearing him desperate and needy.

I get up, getting naked and kneeling on the bed in front of him.

“Tell me how much of a needy little bottom you are for my cock.” I grab the lube and lather it all over my dick.

“I am! I need your fat cock. I need it to feel good. Nothing else helps this… any of this. ”

I grab his wrist and pull his hand away, then slide two fingers into him, working him fast to stretch him. He moans like an animal in heat.

“Just make this pain go away,” he cries. “Give me your cock, Dominic. Make me come, please.”

“I’m going to, baby. Just give me a minute to get you ready.”

“No, do it now. Now .”

I pause, looking at his face. The man is tortured. He’s going to hate himself for this later and that makes me love it more. I smirk at him, pull my fingers out, and line my dick up. Carefully, I slide into him, closing my eyes to listen to the way his moan drags out, long and low as my length slides all the way in. He clenches around me, and I grind my hips against him.

“You feel so goddamn good.” I run my hands up his thighs. “Tell me this is mine.”

“It’s yours!”

“Only mine.”

“Only yours. No one else, just you. Your hole, your cock. All of it. All of me. Yours, yours, yours.”

I chuckle, pushing even deeper. He whimpers again, hands digging into the mattress, gripping the sheets. Rocking my hips ever so slowly, I reach forward to grab his dick. His hips fly from the mattress when I squeeze him.

“Relax, baby. Relax and breathe. I’m going to let you come now.”

“Thank you,” he breathes out. “Oh fuck, thank you. ”

His body visibly relaxes, mouth opening as I drag my hand from the base to the tip lightly. I squeeze the head, twisting my hand, and he groans.

I’m already so fucking close, too. Just watching him like this, desperate, pleading, needing me… It’s so hot.

“I’m going to fill this ass with my cum.”

“Yes, please,” he breathes out.

“You do that to me, baby. You make me feel so good.”

“Yes…”

I keep stroking him, tightening my grip with each upstroke, but still going slow.

“Oh my god, yes, please,” he says with a smile. His stomach muscles tense, ass clenching my dick as I slowly fuck him. It’s a torturous tease, but it’s bringing me to the edge, just where I want to be so we can come at the same time.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. “I can’t hold back anymore.” I thrust a little harder, faster. “Come with me, baby. Come with me now.”

I stroke him along with my thrusts. His hole clamps my dick so hard I can hardly move, but it sends me over the edge. I force my eyes open as I ride through my orgasm, wanting to watch his dick shoot all over. He paints his stomach, his chest, and some lands in his open mouth. He doesn’t realize, so caught up in the throes of relief and pleasure over finally being able to release. I stroke him through his orgasm, which lasts much longer than mine. He’s still so hard when he’s done, when he’s lying there trying to just catch his breath .

I’m so not done with him…

I lean down to lick up the mess he made, gathering it in my mouth, then bringing it to his. I kiss him, pushing his cum into his mouth with my tongue. It drips out between us, making a delicious mess. He groans, his hands frantically grasping at my hair, tugging me closer.

My dick was going soft, but I’m getting hard again. I’m still in his ass and I thrust forward, wanting him to know what he does to me.

I grab his head, moving it to the side so I can lick up the mess we made, getting all of his cum that dripped down his chin and to his neck. I suck his nipple into my mouth. He writhes beneath me, muttering how everything feels so good, thanking me for letting him come.

I know this was a lot for him. Hell, it was a lot for me too. Edging like that takes a lot out of someone, and it hasn’t quite hit him yet, but it will soon. So I ease off, because part of my job is taking care of him. It’s not just making him feel good and forgetting the shit going on in his head. I have to be there afterwards, too. I need to make sure he’s okay mentally. So even though I could go another round, and judging by his erection digging into my stomach, he could too—we need to take a break.

A whimper comes out of him when I slip free of his ass. I roll onto my back and pull him to me, our sticky, sweaty bodies melding to the other. His breathing slows for a brief moment before it increases again. There it is. The wave of emotion that rolls in after the pleasure has subsided. I knew it would come.

I hold him tighter to me, running my hand through his hair.

“You did so good,” I whisper to him. “So perfect. Such a good boy.” I kiss his head, his cheeks, his lips as he works through the aftermath of dealing with intense sex. I hold him the entire time, making sure he knows how much I enjoyed it too. How much I appreciate and care about him. Hell, I almost tell him I love him.