Page 61 of The Beast Who Bought Me
He’s got the kind of body made to be used like this, tight in all the right places. And the sounds he makes—fuck.
“I didn’t say stop,” I tell him when he hesitates.
He tries again. More spit, more suction, more of that amateur enthusiasm that makes my balls throb. He’s a mess, and I’m getting lost in the wet slide of him, the heat of him.
I want to fuck him.
I focus on eating him out instead. Fingertips digging into the muscle of his ass, spreading him open for me. He’s so fucking tight back there, that little knot clenching and unclenching around my tongue like it’s begging for something thicker. I drive a finger into him, work him open while I feast on him, licking and sucking and fucking him with my tongue, my fingers. He’s writhing against me, hot as a furnace inside, slick with my spit, that tight muscle strangling whatever I put in there. He cries out, a choked, helpless sound that vibrates right down my shaft to my balls.
And pretty soon, I get what I was hoping for when he pulls away, panting into my hip.
“Please.” He’s flushed and sweaty, voice ragged as he lifts his head to look down at me. “Dami, I want you—inside me. I need it. Please.”
A second passes. Then two.
He’s trembling—whether from exhaustion or anticipation, I can’t tell. When I look down at him, his face is damp, the gold darkening to bronze in the strands stuck to his forehead. I spread a hand over his head and push him back down. “Finish what you started.”
He obeys. Caligula Clemenza doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but he still wants to do it right. Wants to begoodat it. He’s learning to crave what he should fear.
He’s also learning that submission can be a kind of power. And I’m the damn fool teaching him.
I pull out of his throat and flip him around right side up, pinning him to the bed under me. He’s limp, pliant, submissive. “Say it again.”
His lashes flutter. “What?”
“Say it again,” I growl. “What did you beg me for?”
He swallows. Licks his lips. “I want you to fuck me.” A beat. His voice drops. “Please, Dami.”
I chuckle. “Told you you’d be begging for my cock one day.”
And there it is. That look. Like I slapped him right across the face, like he’s fuckingsurprisedat my viciousness. His pink flush of exertion deepens to something closer to shame, and his eyes cut away from mine. The mood shifts fast, glass shattering underpressure. And seeing him flinch away from my cruelty feels like swallowing all those glass shards.
I sit back on my heels and watch him. The rise and fall of his chest. The tremor in his fingers. He’s still hard and leaking, that cute toy between his legs crying out for attention. The golden eyes are hazy, his face flushed. His mouth is swollen, lips puffy and red from working my cock. He looks fucking destroyed, and I haven’t even started with him. But there’s no way I’ll give him what he begged for. Not tonight.
Not after what I just said to him.
Anyway, I paid ten million dollars for that virgin ass. As long as I don’t fuck it, I’ve still got me a virgin. But he needs something from me. And Christ, I want to give him something…
I can’t fuck him.
I push two fingers into his mouth and press down on his tongue until he starts to suck. He blinks at me, dazed, but does what I want, sucking them in deep, licking between them. I pull my hand back, and his mouth tries to follow. He’s so eager. Soeasy.
He watches my hand drop, a little crease between his brows when I bypass his dick. “Spread your legs,” I tell him.
They fall open.Wideopen. I watch his face as I circle his hole, then push both fingers into him at once, the way slick from all the spit I’ve worked into him. Those honey eyes go wide, a low moan escaping him.
“Does that hurt, golden boy?” I ask.
“No, no, no.” His voice is thin. He shakes his head, and his hands clutch at the sheets. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.” His cockrolls across his belly, leaving a silver trail that shows me exactly how much he likes what I’m doing to him.
I work him slowly. Teasing. Coaxing. I keep my fingers deep inside him, twisting them, curling them, until he’s rocking against my hand. Until he’s grinding on them, desperate for more.
It’s a beautiful fucking sight. “Look at you,” I murmur. “That virgin ass, taking it so well.”
“Please. I’ll beg if you want me to, I swear to God?—”
“Be quiet,” I tell him. “You take what I give you. And you’re grateful for it. Aren’t you?”
