Page 62 of Beautiful Disaster

“A spreader?”

“Only if you want to, Precious.” I brush my thumb across his jaw. “I thought it’d be useful during impact play. I can hook your hands to your legs from behind.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Now go on and get naked. We’ll use your new toy later.”

He runs off, and I hit the remote on his toy. He pauses and shudders again, a whine escaping him. I chuckle and cup myself. It’s going to be torturous for me until I can get inside him tonight.

Jinx is face down on my bed, pale ass in the air. His wrists are bound to the spreader, which is strapped to his ankles. He can hardly move at all, so I have to keep checking on him. Being bound like this is a big step for him—a huge step in trust.

“Green, yellow, or red?” I ask him what seems to be the hundredth time.

As expected, he growls at me. “Green.”

“I’m so proud of you. You haven’t complained once since we got home. You obeyed all my orders perfectly. Most importantly, you didn’t touch yourself. Do you need to come, Precious?”

“Yes,” he grits. “So much.”

“If you must know, I’m desperate, too. Whenever you’re being punished, I have to hold out too. You suffer, I suffer. We’re in this together.”

It took all my power not to take him as he cleaned the kitchen, cock swollen and angry red because I kept stimulating him.

“No coming until I’m done,” I tell him.

His cries are muffled by his face in the blankets. He can’t use his hands anyway, but that doesn’t mean he can’t come untouched.

“Don’t worry. If you hold out for me, I’ll suck you down. Would you like that?”

“Yeah… I mean… yessir.”

Standing at the foot of the bed, I run my hands over the soft skin on his ass, his rim clenching and unclenching, gleaming from the lube. It’s open and ready for me. Too bad his cheeks aren’t red anymore.

I climb into the bed and sit on my knees behind him.

“You’re so damn sexy, my pet. I wish you could see how stunning you look like this. I generally don’t do a lot of bondage, but this works well for us.”

We’ll need to work up to using his necklace/collar and his bracelets. Perhaps he’ll let me use a leash on him. That will be a slow process. If he never lets me, then so be it. He’s more important.

Holding my shaft, I nudge the tip against his rim and gently sink into him. My thumbs keep his cheeks spread as I pull out and push back in. This is the first time I get to watch my cock fuck him. Memories of the last time I did this try to intrude, but I lock them away for now.

I’ve been achingly hard for Jinx most of the day, so this shouldn’t take too long, as much as I would like to draw it out.

He feels amazing, wrapped around me. We fit perfectly, like matching puzzle pieces. He squeezes so tight that I have to breathe through it. I dig my fingers into his meaty flesh and close my eyes to think about something else for a moment.

I slowly roll my hips, gently fucking him as my hands roam over his back. It’s smooth other than the scars. So many fucking scars.

I pump faster and a little harder, hard enough to hear slapping skin and the squelching of my lubed cock fucking the most perfect ass. The force pushes out little grunts from him that I relish and adore.

Having Jinx prone, giving his body entirely to me, is a gift that quickly sends shivers through me and tingles down to my nuts. Heat spreads as I inhale our arousal. It’s earthy and feral.

It’s happening quickly now. I’m at that point where I don’t care if I come already. I just need it, letting it happen naturally.

Each time I pound into him, I grunt louder, and so does he. It’s noisy and erotic.

“You’re so perfect, Precious. You feel so good around me.”

Jinx clenches tighter in response, and I nearly come right then. I smack his ass, and he stops. “Not yet…” I rasp.