Page 26 of Piece Us Together
A sob bubbles in my chest, sudden and fierce. His cock chokes it off but he still backs away, aware of what the sound was meantto be. I blink at him as he hushes me, his thumbs swiping my cheeks free of tears. “Color?”
“Green,” I rasp, my throat already a little sore. “Green, sir. Please. Please, let me do more. I can take more.”
He grins. “Show me, then.”
I take that as permission, diving back in and helping myself this time. He allows me to slide my lips right on down his shaft until he’s back where he was before, then a little further, then a little further, until he’s muttering a soft, “Christ,” and his balls are against my chin, and my head is fuzzy with the knowledge that my air has been replaced by my sir’s cock.
“Give me your hand,” he growls. The moment I do, he places it on his hip. “Tap if you need a break.”
I have just enough time to consider what he has planned before he’s pulling back, then thrusting in deep. I choke, not having been ready for it. Spit sputters from my lips and drips down my chin. I tighten my hand on him, looking up through blurry eyes to show him I’m good. He moans and repeats the movement. I manage better this time. Even better the time after that.
Hunter is mostly only tactile at first. Any sounds he makes are soft sighs and harsh breaths, drowned out by the way he skims his fingertips along my face and yanks my hair and wipes away tears and strokes the curve of my upper lip where it touches his cock. But then his hand settles on my throat and he growls, “I can feel my cockrightthere,” and it’s nothing but filth after that. It’s alltake it so goodandlittle cockslutandso messy, darling.It’scould use this throat for hoursandbe a perfect cockwarmerandyou like that idea, don’t you?
He stops himself just as I start to feel the pulse of that vein against my tongue. It takes everything in me not to whine or chase him as he pulls his cock all the way out, leaving a string of spit in its wake.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, his fingertips tracing over my brow and down my tear-slick cheek. I shiver at the touch. There’s a reverence to it. A possessiveness. “Such a good boy. Took my cock so well. That’s what you’ve needed, hm? Needed me to show you your place? Give you what you need?”
I suck in a watery breath, not sure if I want to sob or laugh. I can only nod. Hard, fast, vehemently.
“Yeah. Such a strong, brave boy, asking for what you need. Taking that risk. Chasing it, even when you were probably terrified.” I sob that time, but he’s not even looking at me anymore, his hand cupped to my cheek as his eyes bore into something over my head.Someone. “Isn’t he so good for us, Maison?”
“He’s perfect,” Maison rasps from wherever he is behind me. “You have no idea, Hunter. He’s so fucking perfect.”
The words light me up inside, filling me with relief and joy, pride and adrenaline. Fresh tears spill down my cheeks, some pooling against Hunter’s fingers.
“Mm. You’re right. I don’t have an idea, not yet, but I’m starting to.” Hunter tilts his head at me. “You wanted me to come just now, didn’t you? Be honest. It’s not a trick.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“You were so fucking good, but I still have more for you. Are you going to keep being my good boy, Nolan? You want to earn my cum?”
My body hums. “Yes. Please, sir, yes.”
He grins. It’s slow-growing and wicked, promising all sorts of dirty things. My cock starts to leak against my thigh, hard and desperate already.
“Bend over the end of the bed.”
I fight the urge to scramble to obey, remembering my old teachings. I know a lot of what I’ve been trained won’t stick with a healthy dynamic, but being graceful in my movements is oneI could see Hunter approving of, and I really want to come off as perfect as possible for him. That doesn’t mean I don’t hurry because I’m pretty fucking desperate to see what this man has in store for me.
The moment I’m bent over the end, I can feel Hunter’s presence settle behind me. Goosebumps prickle along my skin as I hold myself perfectly still and wait for an order or a touch. Except…nothing happens. The room remains silent apart from my own labored breathing, my body untouched and on display for him.Them, actually. Maison is looking too. Once that realization registers, I swear I can feel the physical weight of their gazes.
A singular touch lands between my shoulder blades—nothing more than a fingertip, if I had to guess. I shiver, but otherwise keep my reactions in check. Even when that finger goesdown, down, downmy spine to the top of my ass, then slips teasingly through my cheeks. Maybe not so much when that finger presses against my hole. I’m out of practice just enough to let a sharp gasp out at the touch.
Hunter doesn’t yell at me.
It makes me nervous, but I try to remember he’s going to be different from the men I’m used to. He’s not a master desperate for excuses to punish me. He doesn’t have impossible standards and cruel rules. If he wants me to be quiet, he’ll tell me.Until then, noises must be okay, right?He said he won’t ever set me up to fail. Which is definitely going to be something I have to get used to.
“I’m going to hurt you,” he says conversationally, his finger retracing its original route back up my spine. I shiver at the touch. Or maybe the words. Probably both. “And you’re going to take it like a good boy, aren’t you?”
Oh god.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” His single finger turns into both hands at my shoulders before dragging nails down hard enough to make me hiss. When he reaches my ass, he takes a handful of each cheek and spreads them wide. I have just enough time to blush at the idea of him staring at my hole before he’s releasing my cheeks, letting them jiggle a little before—smack.
I jolt against the bed, my fingers tangling in the sheets. It was barely a spank, just a hand landing on each cheek, but…damn.
He repeats his actions—squeeze, release, smack—three more times before smoothing his palms over the abused skin. “Color?”