Page 60 of Bad Call

“There’s only one rule I have for you tonight. I want you to agree to it before I even tell you what it is.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I want your total trust.” One more sweet kiss to his lips. “I want your blind faith. Do you trust me, Baylor?”

“Yes,” he breathed over my lips.

“Whatever happens, whatever I tell you to do, you can’t say no.”

His eyes widened. Was it from shock? Fear? Excitement?

“You can beg, scream, moan, and cry, but you can’t say no.”

“Yes,” he repeated, leaning in to capture my lips again.

I pulled back, trailing kisses down his jaw, nipping at it before kissing down his neck, sucking dark bruises into his skin. When I passed over his chest, my lips latched onto his nipple, suckling each one in turn, until they were aching, hard points. Light teasing kisses down his stomach and at the juncture of his thighs. I nipped at his skin, making his legs twitch. Bracing my arms on either side of his hips, I raised up and then lowered myself down over his cock, lightly sucking it between my lips and releasing it just as quickly. Another push-up and I sucked his tip into my mouth again on the way down.

Baylor chuckled and reached for my head, most likely intending to hold me down on his cock, but I swatted his hands away, pegging him with a hard look. “Don’t touch me. Keep your hands by your sides.”

I repeated the push-up maneuver several more times, lowering my head enough to give him teasing licks that drove him wild without giving him any satisfaction. His cock was hard and twitching every time my mouth neared. A clear bead of fluid seeped from the tip, and I licked it up. God, he tasted delicious.

Starting at his belly, I traced a path with my finger up his ribs, over his chest, to his mouth. “Suck,” I ordered, dipping my finger between his full lips.

When it was coated with his saliva, I brought my finger to his hole, rubbing it in circles to make it nice and wet. The more pressure I applied, the more he opened for me until my finger finally slipped inside his body. Baylor moaned, clearly loving the feel of the invasion.

“Like that?” He nodded, his eyes closed, head tipped back. I sucked his cock into my mouth again while slipping another finger inside him. “No lube, Baylor. I want you to feel the friction. I want to make you burn. I want to set your ass on fire, so that every time you sit down this week, you curse me.”

“I’m gonna remember the feel of you. Always,” he promised.

He was so perfect. Perfect forme.

My tongue lapped at his sack until he writhed. Sliding my fingers in and out of his body, I worked up to a fast, hard rhythm that had his legs shaking. He tried to bend his knees, to take me deeper, but I held him down.

“Stop trying to call the shots. Remember, I’m in charge, not you. You’re nothing but my bitch. You haveno purpose but to follow my orders, take what I give you, and bring me pleasure.”

“Ungh, yes,” he agreed. He loved that shit. Being reminded that he was nothing but a fuck hole.

It amazed me that Baylor, having no previous experience with men, was so open to exploring with me. He was willing to take whatever pleasure or pain I wanted to inflict on him. It exhilarated me, gave me a rush of power, and at the same time, a streak of tenderness toward him for his trust and his loyalty. I felt like we were building something together. Something special. Something that I hoped was a long way from being finished.

“I think you’re stretched wide enough to take my cock. Might be a tight fit, but I’ll enjoy listening to you cry about it.”

He moaned low in his throat, and I smiled, amused that he was turned on by the thought of hurting for me. I wouldn’t really make him hurt, not terribly anyway. The point was to stress that I didn’t care about his pain and discomfort. That his pleasure didn’t matter. It was part of the mindset I needed to put him in, in order to break him down and build him back up again. It was in those moments when he felt lowest, the most exposed and vulnerable, that he could feel the most pleasure.

“Turn over. I don’t want to look at your face. I want to see your ass. Show me my hole.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, scrambling to turn onto his stomach. He even popped his ass up for me and spread his thighs wide.Perfect.

Gathering all the saliva in my mouth, I spit onto hishole, letting it drip down his crease. Using my thumbs, I pulled his pucker wide open and spit again, letting it slip inside of him. Lining my cock up with his ass, I pushed against his rim until it gave way. Baylor cried out, balling up the sheets in his fists until his knuckles turned white.

I slid all the way inside until I bottomed out before slipping back out again. Every time I entered him, I had to breach him all over again, stretching him each time. And each time he cried out. His rim was red and glossy with spit. He looked amazing. When I pulled out, his hole spasmed around the empty space, as if searching for something to fill it back up again.

“You love getting fucked like this, face down, hiding in shame.” I plunged into his body and pulled back out again, smacking his ass cheek and leaving a red handprint behind. “I bet you wish I would fuck you with something thicker than my cock. Maybe a dildo because I know how much you love the burn of being stretched. You’re nothing but an empty hole for me to stick my cock in. Isn’t that right?”

“Yesssss,” he hissed as I entered him again. “Your empty hole.”

“I’ve played with you long enough. It’s time to take what I want.” I plunged back in again, gripped his hips, and began to fuck him hard. Brutally hard. His whole body was forced forward, the pillows the only thing cushioning him from hitting the headboard. “Goddamn, you’re tight. Feels so good squeezing my cock.”

“Fuck me, Coach. Use me. Come inside me.”