Miles sat on top of my chest, keeping me pinned against the bed. I tried to judge what he was thinking. My hands were still restrained by the tape, but my only movements were adjusting to get a bit more comfortable beneath Miles.
He put a hand against my cheek, and he leaned down close to my ear.
“If I cut the tape off, will you run away? Answer honestly, Davie.” His breath was hot against my ear. It took everything to hold myself together. A moan was begging to be freed from my tightly closed lips, but I held it in for now.
“I won’t run, I want this.”
“You say that now.” He put a hand on my forehead, and he trailed it down to my chin, pinching it tightly to make me look up into his dark, dreamy eyes. A smile licked across his lips as if he was daring me to disobey him. As if he was daring me to run out before things escalated further. As if he didn’t believe that I was this much of a submissive masochist, that I wouldn’t just give myself to him so pathetically without as much of a hitch, or a catch written into our unspoken agreement.
“I-I swear.” My voice twitched. It wasn’t a nervous twitch; rather, it was a twitch of excitement mixed with the sweetest fear that I’d ever felt. His hand gripped my chin tighter, and he leaned in, planting a kiss on my lips. I kissed him back, and he immediately slapped me.
“I’m kissing you. You lay there and take it.”
“Y-yes Miles.” He then leaned in again with a satisfied smirk, and he kissed me on the lips again. I stayed still like he had said, and he pushed his tongue between my lips, roughly inserting it into my mouth. My eyes rolled back as he used my mouth, and then he withdrew his tongue.
“I didn’t feel any teeth, good job.” He pat my cheek, and I blushed from the praise. A dark look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled once more.
“Does my little slut like being praised? Stand up and I’ll give you some more.” He cut the tape off from around my wrists, and he cut the tape binding my ankles together.
I crawled off of the bed, standing by the bedside for a moment. Miles watched, staying on the bed where I was laying beforehand.
“Okay, now strip like a good boy,” Miles said. He looked up at my eyes, then at my chest, and then at my crotch. Shivers went up and down my spine, and my hands shook as I slid my pants down. Then, I lifted my shirt up, revealing my chest.
“You’re so obedient. Suck my finger.” Miles came closer, crawling across the bed. He reached out, and he inserted his finger into my mouth as I stood before him, only wearing my underwear. He smiled as he felt me begin to suck on his finger, and he used his other hand to pull my underwear down. “Don’t hide anything from me.” My cock grew hard, resting against my thigh.
“Good, you’re shaved.” Miles grinned, removing his finger from my mouth. He took off his shirt, and he reached out. He put both arms beneath my arms, reaching around my waist, and he pulled me back onto the bed, putting me on his lap.
He placed one of his hands on my left ass cheek, and he squeezed hard. Then, he pinched one of my nipples. I moaned as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, and he made me arch my back, softly punching it before returning his hand to my ass.
Miles sucked on my other nipple, eliciting moans from me immediately. I couldn’t contain myself. He was driving me insane. My entire body belonged to him, and now it truly felt like that. I didn’t have any desire to resist him. He could touch me anywhere he wanted at any time, and I’d simply dissolve into a shivering masochistic mess that was desperate for his touch.
Then, the position changed as he spun me around and pinned me against the bed. I looked up at him in surprise as he held my arms against the bed, and he softly bit one of my nipples, holding it between his teeth for a moment. I reflexively kicked beneath him, and he continued holding me down regardless.
My body ached in pain and pleasure as the intense feeling continued, and then I gasped as he moved his teeth away. He bit into my neck softly, leaving marks along my nape, and he covered my mouth with one of his hands, shoving the other into my hole after lubing it up. I yelped in pain, but his hand quenched any sound I could make. My eyes rolled back into my head as he began thrusting his fingers up inside of me. It was so much better than fucking myself with a dildo. So much better. It was making my cock hurt. My cock felt like it was going to burst.
Then, I felt a larger pressure build up outside of my loosened up anus. His hand tightened around my mouth, silencing me completely as he thrusted deep into my ass with a single thrust. Then, he let go of my mouth, leaning away from me as he slammed his hips against mine, impaling me on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as I laid beneath him like a ragdoll. He ravished my body, fucking me wildly and making my cock bounce against my thighs as he fucked me. My entire body wanted this, but it did hurt. His hands pushed my chest down against the bed as the force of his thrusts made me jolt up and down.
Tears of pain and pleasure rolled down my cheeks, and my hands clenched the bedsheets with a death grip. I surrendered to his thrusts, relaxing my ass to let him fuck me even deeper. He slapped me as I laid there beneath him, my eyes shut. The slap jolted me back into my body, pain and pleasure radiating from it.
“Tell me that you’ll be my slut. You’ll do what I want. I’ll take care of you in turn. You’ll be given kindness if you’re a good slut.” His cock paused, and he stopped thrusting, leaving me starving for more. He was teasing me, and it worked immediately.
“Y-yes Miles. I’ll be your slut.”
“Sluts get cummed inside of.” Miles picked up the pace once more, and he grinned down at me as the intensity only climbed higher and higher. A splitting soreness was spreading through my ass, but the pleasure from the sex, and being hurt during sex overwhelmed any sensation of pain that I could possibly feel.
I’d obey him no matter what. I would be there for him whenever he needed me. I was more than a slut. I was his. Forever and always.
“Sluts get cummed in…” I repeated, my skin hot to the touch from arousal. He put his hand on my chin, forcing me to tilt my head back, and he winced as he began to cum.
This was much better than the first time. His come shot into my ass, and it made me feel so warm. While I was being used by him, it made me feel so nice. It made me feel like I finally had a purpose. My purpose was to be his. His toy. His slut. Maybe his lover.
Miles collapsed on top of me, still holding my chin softly. He smiled down at me, a dark lust still present in his eyes. It was temporarily gone. I smiled back at him, and he smirked.
“Good slut. Davie. Good boy.” I blushed, and he tussled my hair with a hand. He gripped it one more time, reminding me that I was his. “You’re going to sleep in my bed with me tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, Miles.”
“You’re such a good boy.” I looked at him, blushing even harder. Then, he let go of my hair. He stood up, naked, and he cracked his neck, ruffling his own hair. He glanced at me.
“Keep being good while I shower.” I nodded, and he walked off to the restroom. I smiled, my heart swelling with pride as he didn’t even consider the possibility of me trying to leave. Why would I leave? I had Miles. My one and only.
