Page 20 of Dark Possession

Jesse felt shaken and disoriented. He took a deep breath as he rested his eyes. His knees were starting to get sore and he contemplated getting up. Toran said nothing, but Jesse knew he was looking at him. He felt so self-conscious. His hair was a mess. His dress was wrinkled. He was pretty sure his lipstick was smeared all over his face and there was cum drying on his chin. But Toran’s fingers rubbed gentle circles on his scalp and it felt wonderful and he didn’t want him to stop, so he didn’t move until Toran’s hand finally dropped away.

He stood shakily, smoothing his dress down, wiping at his face and rubbing his fingers through his hair. Toran chuckled darkly at him. No sooner as he had made it to his feet than he was pulled off balance by a quick hand snaking around his waist. Toran pulled him down into his lap, effectively putting a halt to his efforts to compose himself. Jesse’s heart was pounding in his chest, but it nearly stopped when Toran cupped his cheek in one hand. His hand practically engulfed Jesse’s face as he turned it to his own and sealed their lips together. The kiss was extremely gentle, almost tender. Jesse relaxed and sighed into Toran’s mouth, feeling relieved and reassured.

Without warning, the giant man suddenly rose from his chair, taking Jesse with him. He did it so easily, like the boy in his lap weighed nothing to him. Toran had his arms firmly beneath his back and bottom. To steady himself, Jesse tried to wrap his arms around his neck but before he could do so, he was tossed unceremoniously onto the bed. He let out a frightened yelp as his backside hit the mattress, his skirt flew up and his legs splayed out inelegantly.

Frantically, Jesse grabbed his skirt and pulled it back down to cover his crotch. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and he knew Toran had just gotten an eyeful. He fixed Toran with an indignant glare, but the other man seemed to hardly notice.

His eyes were hotly roaming over the boy’s sprawled form with a predatory smirk. That was when Toran managed to stop Jesse’s heart with just two small words; “Your turn.”

Chapter 9

It was the way those blue eyes looked at him. He could read everything in them, all the time. When the boy was frightened or hungry or happy or angry. Right now he was partly shocked and partly aroused. He had been aroused the entire time Toran’s cock had been in his mouth. That, more than anything, had aroused Toran. He had been on the end of begrudging blowjobs before and there was nothing erotic about disgust-pursed lips and a wrinkled nose. Jesse had taken his cock between his pouty red lips and sucked on it like it was full of cream and he was starving. It had been messy and sloppy and he’d spent most of the time accidentally gagging himself, but by the gods, what he lacked in experience he certainly made up for in enthusiasm.

There was a fire in his little bird and he didn’t even know it was there. He knew nothing of pleasure.

That made Toran want to take him apart. He wanted to watch Jesse squirm under his hands, wanted to see him driven mad, wanted him senseless and begging and powerless to his touch. He wanted to unravel him piece by piece. He wanted to watch that frightened reluctance give way to shocked desire then deep, carnal pleasure.

But he had to take things slowly. Jesse was only reluctantly willing. That little flame in his loins was fragile and new and tender. One wrong move could put it out for good.

A bit of fear had entered Jesse’s eyes as Toran hesitated. The boy shook his head, “You don’t have to. I don’t need anything.”

“I would like to pleasure my wife. Is that alright?”

Jesse’s pretty mouth opened and shut in surprise. Only the faintest remnant of his lipstick remained- all swallowed or transferred to Toran’s cock. He didn’t need it. The natural coral pink of his swollen lips was even more enticing than the red paint. He loved the way those wide-lashed blue eyes looked up at him, the way his thin dress molded to his waist and legs and hips while still revealing the bulge of his cock between his thighs. How could any creature be so perfect?

“What are you going to do?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows in a slightly more defensive position. His knees were squeezed so tightly shut Toran wondered if he would need a crowbar to get them back open.

Toran measured his words, “I’m going to touch you with my hands and mouth, just like you did me. That’s not so...repugnant, is it?” He was going to do a bit more to Jesse than Jesse had done to him, but the boy didn’t need to know about that...yet.

“No,” Jesse admitted. A hint of cautious arousal was back in his eyes. Obviously, the boy didn’t find the thought of his touch repugnant at all. Toran could work with that.

“Why don’t you take off your dress? You wouldn’t want to get it dirty,” he said reasonably.

It sounded reasonable. It seemed reasonable. It was also the very last thing Jesse wanted to do.

He nodded anyway and unbuttoned the front of his dress. His shifted back and forth to wriggle the skirt over his hips and then in one steady move, he slid it over his head. Toran’s hand was taking it before he had a chance to do anything with it. He didn’t snatch it, but he did take it and quickly remove it from Jesse’s reach. The air felt cold against his bare skin. He was sitting on the covers so they were of no help.

Just like the last time he’d been naked, Toran’s eyes scrutinized every square inch of bare skin. He looked at the cut across Jesse’s upper arm and the fading bruises on his ribs and knees.

“You are healing well. It's good you are so young and healthy.”

He had a way of making Jesse feel like horseflesh when he talked like this. Jesse nodded and rubbed his arms like he was cold, covering the real reason he’d crossed them over his chest, “Um, yeah. I feel a lot better too.”

“And your anus?”

Jesse nearly choked. “No, ah, it's still pretty...um, pretty sore back there.”

“I will have a look at it.”

“It's fine. Healing just fine, just more slowly than the rest. There’s really no reason for you to-”

“Turn over.”

“Ah-”

“On your belly.”

He complied stiffly and lay his palms on the pillow near his face, turning his head in frigid apprehension. Before he was ready, Toran gripped him by the hips and pulled his entire body down and sideways. The large man shifted himself, kneeling between Jesse’s legs, making his knees bend and spread, exposing his ass to him completely. He was going to protest, but then Toran’s hands closed over his backside and spread him open even further. His thumbs stroked the tender, crinkled muscle of Jesse’s asshole.