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“I didn’t say that.” I lightly chuckled. “I’m definitely going to punish you, but you don’t need to apologize for coming. I like it when you come, even if you’re going against the rules. Maybe especially when you’re going against the rules.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Sam whispered, eyes wide.

“You should take off the rest of your clothes,” I instructed.

Sam nodded as he stood up from the couch, quickly pulling off his shirt and jacket, before kicking his boots off, too. He looked over at me, waiting for the next set of instructions, his chest gently rising and falling with bated breath.

“What next, sir?” Sam asked, his tone hopeful.

“Now? You should wait,” I replied, already turning away from him. “Sit or stand. It’s up to you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sam said, and I heard a bit of shuffling behind me as he settled back down on the couch. I headed into the bedroom, with nothing in particular planned. The only thing I knew was that I was going to make Sam wait for at least an hour before I went back to him, wanting his anticipation to nearly eat him alive.

I pulled a book off the shelf as I plopped down on the bed, thumbing through its pages, barely following the story as pure excitement shot right through me. My cock was getting harder with every passing second, images of what I was going to do to Sam dancing around my head. I adjusted myself for comfort as I brought my focus back to the book, trying my best to follow along with the adventures happening in a faraway land, a surly pirate and a headstrong princess fighting their way through some undead horde—

This is killing me.

I slammed the book closed before placing it back on the shelf. It hadn’t been an hour yet, barely half an hour, really, but I couldn’t take it anymore. If I didn’t get my hands on Sam within the next few minutes, I was going to lose my mind. I proceeded to take off my clothes, hastily stripping down to nothing. After that, I rolled a condom down my cock before grabbing a bottle of lube for good measure.

I headed back into the living room.

“Sir—”

“Turn around.” It was all I said to Sam as I approached the couch, my hands already going toward his waist. He did as he was told, turning around for me on the couch, his palms pressing against its back, his knees positioned against its edge.

“Sir, what are you going to do to me—Fuck! Damon!” Sam gasped for air, as I slid my cock inside him. I’d decided to lube up the condom when he was turned around, discreetly setting the bottle on the table in front of the couch. I’d also decided that I truly couldn’t wait anymore, my body craving his body, my shaft needing to be inside him.

I wrapped my arm around his waist as I pushed into him again, my pace becoming steady. Soon, I was fucking him with abandon, my hips moving against him at an unrelenting speed. Sam was moaning beneath me, his noises unabashed and so fucking sexy it was getting harder and harder to hold back.

But I knew that I had to find a way or else I’d ruin the game before we’d barely even gotten started.

A few more pumps into him and I was pulling right out. Sam seemed bewildered by it, turning around to face me as he felt me shifting away from him.

“What? Is something wrong—”

“Nothing’s wrong.” I calmly shook my head. “You should wait right here. I’ll be back.”

“Oh, my God…” Sam’s words came out low. “This is my punishment, isn’t it?”

I grinned at him, not saying a word, as I left the room all over again. For a second time, I pulled the same book off the shelf, following the same cast of characters for as long as I could stand it. Honestly, the most interesting thing about the story was how there was no way I’d ever be able to pass this book on the bookshelf again without remembering what I was doing with Sam right now.

It'd unintentionally become a little part of our game, one that I didn’t think I’d ever forget.

Eventually, I made my way back out to the living room. Sam was still waiting in the same position, his fingers pressed into the back of the couch, his perfect ass on display for no one else but me. I calmly walked up behind him, quietly re-applying lube to my condom-covered cock…

And then, I was inside him again.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Sam moaned as I pounded him, my cock slamming against his hole. “Damon! Damon!”

“You’re never going to learn your lesson, are you? No matter how much I punish you?” I teased as I slammed my shaft inside him again, making sure I went as deep as I could with every thrust. “Still calling me the wrong name…”

“I’m… I’m trying, sir,” he whimpered as I picked up my pace, wanting to fuck him so fast and so hard it had a dizzying effect. “It’s hard to remember when you’re—Fuck!”

I’d pressed my hands against Sam’s, my palms on top of his for balance as I pushed into him even harder than before. I could tell that he was getting close, his body trembling under mine, his cock dripping precome all over the couch cushions.

“Sir… I can’t… I can’t…”

“Don’t worry. I won’t give you the choice,” I said, as I pulled out of him again. I took a deep breath as I steadied myself, my cock throbbing, desperate for release. I was ready to explode inside him, but I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction, not just yet.