Page 61 of Play Room Actor

Was this a punishment?

My entire body ached for his cock.

When he untied my wrists, my breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Lay on your back,” he commanded. “I want to see your face when you come.”

“Here?” I asked, glancing at the sofa backrest.

“Right here,” he confirmed, his voice dark and threatening.

The sofa backrest was at least twenty inches thick, wide enough for me to lie on. Kilian steadied me as I found my balance, and as soon as I was in position, holding on tightly with both hands, he lifted my legs and drove into me mercilessly.

I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. With his very first thrust, Kilian hit a spot that completely obliterated my sanity.

“Well, hello there!” He grinned, rolling his hips forward again to tease me.

My back arched, and I gasped. I wanted to run my hands through my hair or stroke my cock, but I was too focused on keeping myself steady. Each thrust made my eyelids flutter, and I couldn’t hold Kilian’s gaze for long.

By now, his pants were partway down, and the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the blue-and-purple-lit playroom, overpowering the faint music playing in the background.

“You’re already dripping,” Kilian said through gritted teeth, tapping a finger against my slick tip. “And judging by the look on your face, you’ve forgotten who you are—or what demons have been haunting you.”

“Kil … I can’t take it anymore.” My voice was caught between pleading and moaning. “Please!”

“Look at your cock—so full, throbbing—and I haven’t even touched it.”

Kilian’s grip on my thighs tightened as he picked up the pace. “You want to come, don’t you, grumpy bear?”

“Yes …”

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. The raw intensity with which Kilian was fucking me shattered everything in my mind. The past months had been consumed by compulsions and pressure that nearly drove me mad. Yet in just thirty minutes, Kilian managed to tear down every wall I’d built to maintain the composure I’d worked so hard to project. With each stroke of his cock over that one spot, he freed me from my restraints, stripping away my mask layer by layer until I was nothing but a raw nerve.

I clung to what little strength I had left. Kilian then gave me permission, his voice firm and commanding.

“Let go. Come for me. I want to see the real you.”

My muscles tensed, and my whole body trembled as the orgasm overtook me. Spurts of cum shot from me in waves, landing in thick droplets across my torso. Somewhere in the distance, I heard the desperate sounds I was making as I turned my head to the side, surrendering to the warm, overwhelming sensation of release.

Kilian paused briefly, but as soon as I met his gaze again, he resumed where he’d left off. He fucked me even harder than before, using my body for his pleasure until he reached his climax. Pulling out quickly, he tore off the condom and spilled himself across my stomach.

As he stood above me with his shirt open, he was utterly breathtaking, his chest heaving with labored breaths. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Fuck! You’re incredible!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

The warmth radiating from him erased any lingering doubts, and all I could do was smile back at him.

Kilian grabbed a tissue from the side table and carefully wiped the cum off my stomach. I just lay there, staring at him as I tried to catch my breath, unable to believe what had just happened.

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Dominic

The monster inside me had awakened, and with the orgasm and the ejaculation, my resolve was shattered into a thousand pieces. There was no way to put it back together. It was irreparably broken. Now, it was no longer the hope of a swift recovery that drove me, but the craving for the next orgasm.