Page 103 of The Silencer

I grin at his fierceness as he pours more lube onto his hand, skimming his fingers down my taint. My breath catches as he grabs my leg and places it over his shoulder, exposing me to him.

His eyes meet mine as he skims one finger down my crack, swirling around my hole.

My virgin hole.

I’ve never been fucked there before.

“I will be fucking you tonight. I’ll sit on your big dick, but I’ll be the one in charge, Mr. Costello. Not you. Not this time.”

He pushes against my hole gently, and I feel it open for him. He continues to work his finger into me, and I find myself enjoying the look of concentration on his face more than the actual sensation of being penetrated.

“Do you like it?” he asks, and I lift my head slightly, widening my legs.

“I don’t dislike it.”

He smiles down at me and then frowns once more, trying to maintain the act of being stern. His finger slips all the way in, knuckle deep and my rim flexes against him.

“Hm. Interesting,” I say, and he laughs lowly.

“Well, yeah, let me find your prostate and then we’ll see what you think.”

Suddenly, I feel him push against a part of me and my nostrils flare. So this is what it feels like, I think as I bite down on my lip. Hard.

“Yes, that’s it,” Tatum says and then pushes on it again.

My head snaps off the pillow, my arms pulling on my restraints. Suddenly, I’m not feeling in control, suddenly it’s slipping through my fingers.

I gasp as he continues to toy with me.

“Yes. Yes. Do you like it?”

I swallow roughly, my mind spinning. Do I like it? I think so, but do I like feeling this out of control? No. But then again, it’s Tatum. He has a way of making everything flip sideways.

“Maybe you’ll like this then,” he adds before leaning down and sucking my cock into his mouth. I bite back a groan, my hips arching up into his mouth, letting my willpower slowly be pushed aside.

I can give him this, I acquiesce. I can let him feel powerful for a moment.

My fingers flex into fists as his mouth slicks up and down my cock, his finger pressing against my prostate with agonizing precision. I find myself grunting with each downward suck and each soft press of him against me until I’m whispering his name.

Tatum pops off my cock suddenly, his eyes meeting mine.

“Yes? Are you ready to beg?” he asks, his lips swollen, his chin wet with spit. I can see his cock hard and pressed out from his body. He’s enjoying this just as much as me. This may be my punishment, but both of us are savoring it.

Tatum’s finger gently leaves me and he grabs on to the small dildo with a flared base. He wets it with his mouth first, giving me a show, and then slicks it with lube before pushing it slowly inside of me. I let out a slow exhale at the intrusion before he turns it on.

“Fuck,” I bite out, lifting my back off the bed, the vibration making me start to sweat.

“You like that?” he asks, and I grunt.

I don’t know what I like anymore. I don’t know anything. Just that he’s here.

He’s here and he’s touching me. Finally.

Tatum suddenly lunges for me, his mouth meeting mine in a frantic filthy kiss.

“Oh god, you’re so hot. So hot like this. I’m supposed to be mad, but all I am is horny.”

I grunt my approval. “Good. Now sit on my dick. Put us both out of our misery.”