Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“No, stop,” I rasp, but my hips are already rolling for him, already trying to get his digits inside. A shiver overcomes me when he rubs his hot, masked face over my nape, and I spread my legs farther. A new sensation awakens inside me, a sensitivity deep within, and while I’m not sure what it is, I know there’s just one way to soothe it.
“I’m done playing,” he says and picks me up.
I yelp, breath caught in my throat. All he does to lift me is wrap his powerful arms around my waist. I’m no tiny thing, yet in his grip I’m like a baby bird about to be crushed, a feeling amplified by him remaining fully dressed while I’m only wearing socks.
He carries me to the kitchen area. “Hands on the table. Bend over,” Nico commands, melting whatever resolve I still had to play the role of a scared boy who doesn’t want to get railed.
“I—please, don’t hurt me,” I moan, though even the act of making such requests is arousing to me as I rest my palms on the tabletop. The air tickling my flesh as he moves behind me is almost too much, so I focus on the patterns of the wood under me, wondering what it’ll be like to have him inside. I’ve been imagining myself in this position for so long, but what if I don’t like it? Will calling him by his name work as a safe word? Would he respect it?
He takes his sweet time, closing the window, taking off his jacket.
“Be a good boy, serve my dick well, and you might be alive tomorrow.” When he leans over me, pressing his crotch to my bare ass, I feel he’s kept his T-shirt and pants on. “Or I’ll just keep you here, chained to my bed so I can come and use this hole any time I feel horny.” He slides his hand back between my ass cheeks, and fuck, he’s kept the gloves on, and they feel so amazingly smooth and thick, and I—
“Oh God, don’t. Don’t do this to me.” I’m lying through my teeth, but my body doesn’t, and I find myself pushing back so fast the tip of his finger enters my hole. I’m seeing colors at the backs of my lids and reach back, attempting to push him away.
“Hands on the table!” he roars and slaps my ass so hard I’m sure there will be a handprint on my skin as red as his gloves.
I know him. He’s Nico. He made paper chains with me, and the paint we decorated them with is still on the plastic sheet folded in the corner of the table. But my body’s reaction to him raising his voice is so visceral I instantly put my palms back on the smooth surface.
I’m leaning down like he told me to, and he puts a tube of lube on the table in range for me to see, as if he wanted to inflict yet more mental and emotional torment.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, then pushes them apart with his boot without waiting for my reaction. I’m trembling, but my dick is dripping pre-cum to the floor. “What a beautiful ass,” he sighs and slips a finger to my hole, this time slick with lube.
The glove makes it thicker as he glides it from my taint to my anus, and back again. Its texture is making me crazy. Smooth and solid, yet still pliable, due to it not being perfectly aligned with his fingers, it adds yet another layer of sensation to my already sensitive flesh.
“What are you doing?” I mumble, lowering my face to the table and inhaling its oily scent.
“Enjoying my captive. Enjoying being your first.” And just when he says that, he slides his finger in all the way to the knuckle, spreading my tender flesh as he holds his knee between my legs to stop them from pressing back together. Not that it would help me.
A low moan rises from deep in my chest, and I grab the sides of the table as one of my feet lifts from the floor. Such a strange sensation, so unfamiliar, yet knowing he’s the one touching me, and what he intends to do next, has me writhing already. It’s not even painful, and I tighten my muscles around his digit before pulling my hips forward, as if I was leading him closer.
The movements of the finger inside me make me press my cheek to the table. I’m in a world of my own where a dangerous killer is forcing me to submit, and there’s no other option for me but to give in.
“That’s it, open nice and wide for me. I do have a big cock. You need to be able to take it,” Nico rasps and presses his crotch to the side of my ass. He’s so hard in his jeans, and I know all too well how much stamina he has when I suck him. Will he last just as long when he pushes into my ass, or will he be too excited?