Page 104 of The Silencer

He moans, kissing me fiercely, reaching for the lube, his lips never leaving mine. I know he’s working himself open as he straddles my hips, his cock brushing against mine, leaking onto my stomach.

“But you have to beg first. Please beg.”

I fist my hands and let him have this, just this once.

“Please, my little light. Please.”

And then he’s sitting back, his lips leaving mine for just a moment as he reaches back and places me at his entrance.

“Oh, fuck yes. I win. Yes, yes. Ready?” he asks, and I’m nearly mindless with lust.

I manage a small nod as he sinks down on me, taking the entirety of me in one downward thrust.

I groan as his lips slam into mine once more, our tongues warring as he starts to ride me, short pumps up and down my cock, making my entire body tremble. The sensation of something vibrating against my prostate and the tight vise-like grip his ass has on my cock is making my balls draw up.

When I can’t take his small, frantic movements, needing more, I bend my knees and pound into him, making him cry out. He comes off my mouth with a groan, arching back, his cock slapping his stomach as I fuck into him. He holds on to me, clawing at my chest as I take what I want. What I need. I may be tied up, but I’m in control now.

I’m taking it. I’m taking him.

Tatum is murmuring incoherently under his breath, my name intermingled on his tongue like a prayer. His hair is wild, his cheeks red, his cock dribbling profusely.

“More. More. More!” he nearly screams and then starts to shake. I watch as he reaches down and grabs on to his dick, stroking it furiously before he explodes, his cock erupting across my chest. His hole tightens around me and my vision whites out as my release pulses into him, painting his insides with the very essence of me.

I bite my lip so hard it bleeds, and Tatum continues to fuck onto me until I’m oversensitive and hissing. It’s then that he finally comes to a stop, his entire body shaking, the only sound in the room the vibrating dildo in my ass and our heavy breathing.

“Oh my god,” he gasps as he reaches back with a trembling hand and turns off the dildo, pulling it out of my hole and tossing it aside.

“Uncuff me,” I grunt, wanting to hold him and then wanting to fuck him again.

Worship him.

He fumbles for the key and leans forward. I nip at the skin of his chest until my hands are finally free to touch him. I grab his back and roll him beneath me, my legs straddling his now.

“Are you still mad?” I ask, my nose running up his cheek. He smells like me. Like us.

“No. Honestly, I can’t even think right now…”

I lean down and kiss him softly before falling to his side and pulling him into my chest.

“Good. Next time we discuss this like men.”

“Hm. Maybe. I’m only twenty-one, Anthony. Barely a man.”

I huff out a laugh at that. He is young, but still. He’s mine. Age is only a number.

“I know you’re still upset, but I did what I thought was best. It wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. If there was any other way, I would have made it happen.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says softly and nuzzles back into me.

“And Tatum. When you wake up, and when you’re rested, this hole…it’s mine.”

I wake him up with a finger in his hole, stretching him open for me, feeling the leftover cum and lube from earlier. Tatum presses against my body, his back still to my chest, his legs parted slightly to give me better access.

I’m going to fuck him awake. And then fuck him again later on today.

Going to fuck him every chance I get.

“Anthony,” he groans, his voice still raspy with sleep.