Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Do I? There’s something incredibly sexy about it, but even more than that, there’s something sweet and caring about it. “Yes.”
“Then yes.”
“Are you going to eat?”
He gives me his playful grin. “Eventually.”
He continues feeding me, every couple of bites stopping to take one of his own. When I tell him I’m done, he nods, then digs into his food, scooping bites into his mouth, asking me random questions about myself as he does.
When he’s finished, he says, “I’ll clean up the kitchen, then pack the leftovers into Tupperware for you to bring home. I’d like you to go upstairs and freshen up if you need to, then lie on your stomach on the bed and wait for me.”
My pulse kicks up a notch, my hunger for him reigniting. I can’t wait to see what he’ll do to me, to feel it, to lose myself in the pleasure Colton is so good at giving me. “I…thank you, Sir.”
I hope he realizes how much I mean that, that I’m thanking him for everything.
He doesn’t reply with words, instead pulling me down so I’m eye level with him, grabbing my face and sealing our mouths together in a kiss.
*
It feels like Sir is downstairs much longer than he needs to be. I finished in the bathroom what feels like hours ago, though I know it hasn’t been anything close to that. Knowing him, he’s waiting as long as he can, trying to make me suffer with how long he leaves me here needy for him. My toes dig into the mattress as I lie here, close to the edge, wanting to rut onto the bed to get some friction on my cock.
A moment later I hear footsteps on the stairs…one…two…three, moving much slower than he needs to. The second he’s in the room, I tell him, “You’re a sadist.”
“Why do you say that? Is my boy needy?”
My whole body flushes with heat. Hearing him speak to me that way is one of the most potent aphrodisiacs. “Yes, Sir.”
“I thought as much. Can I unlock the closet?” He’s shirtless now, still in his jeans, but now with the button and zipper open—just another way for him to torture me.
“Yes, Colton.”
I turn my head to watch him, see him come out with a brush. My ass instantly clenches, burning at just the thought of what it will feel like when he spanks me with it.
Colton sets it on the bed beside me, then puts a Gatorade on the nightstand. “Such a pretty little bubble butt.” He rubs his hand over my cheeks, making the hair on my legs rise. “I want it red for me when I fuck it.”
“Yes, Sir.” The two words already have a needy edge to them, are charged with the kind of want I’m not sure I ever felt before him.
A second later, the warmth of his palm is gone, before it comes down hard and sharp against my skin, making a slapping sound echo through the room. It vibrates through me, this cascade of pain and pleasure that meet up at the most perfect place, bringing me exactly where I long to be.
“Again,” I beg.
“I’m getting there, dreamer.”
He spanks me, alternating cheeks. Over and over and over, Sir’s hand slaps down on my skin, each time making the burn there spread, skate along my skin, down my thighs and up my back, though he’s not hitting me in either of those places. The pleasure just grows, expands, runs down to my feet and up to my head, triggering endorphins and making me feel like I’m flying. He spreads my cheeks, spits on my hole, rubs his saliva in, then pushes a finger inside me.
“Oh God.” My hands clutch at the pillows, gripping them tightly with the hard thrusts of his finger-fucking.
“You should see yourself—red-assed, finger up your butt, a slutty little mess begging for more, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s so good.”
I don’t know how to explain why it is, and I’m not sure the why of it matters. I just know that doing this transports me somewhere else, opens my mind and sets me free in a way I never am without it. I don’t feel like the awkward man who doesn’t know how to relate here. I’m not the guy with the fucked-up parent and no friends. I’m sexy and sexual, my mind traveling to places I could only ever dream about without this.
Colton continues sliding his finger in and out as he spanks my ass with his other hand. I’m rutting against the bed now, dick hard and aching, ass on fire, but somehow it’s not enough.
“More…can I have more, please?”
“You ask so beautifully,” Colton tells me, the compliment shooting me higher.
When he pulls his finger out, I instantly miss it, but then he’s picking up the brush, and I know that the pain he inflicts with it will be even more intense.