It was morning before I got out of his bed and stood up, my back aching, and Sebastian was nowhere in sight, but he had spent the night beside me. I swallowed hard, then searched for clean clothes to put on. The house was quiet and unguarded, allowing me to steal a t-shirt and a pair of boxers before departing unseen from the room. Since I knew he didn’t trust me, the situation was a little uneasy.

I searched the house meticulously, the only sounds my own footsteps, and found no one; not a guard, not Sebastian. Peeking out the front door, there were no vehicles in sight, and clear footprints in the snow that said the house’s occupants had other things to do. Not I though, I was going to stay right here, out of the snow in the warmth of Sebastian’s fancy house. It definitely had nothing to do with the after-sex limp I had going on. Relaxing on the couch, I pulled the throw on there over my legs and flicked on the tv. If this was all I had to do today, I was good with that.

Around noon, Sebastian entered, the slam of the door echoing the unhappiness etched onto his face; a heavy silence settled over the house. Sitting on the couch, he leaned back and casually undid the top buttons of his dress shirt. “Come here,” his voice called out, a raspy sound that sent chills down my spine, and he grabbed me, moving me to his lap. He dipped his face into my shoulder, and I felt his lips brush the exposed skin there before he leaned back and let out a deep sigh. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded, a silent affirmation, before I opened my mouth and spoke. “I did. I wondered where you were when I woke up.”

“I had to deal with some rats in my warehouse. But I dealt with the issue.” He hummed, and pulled me completely against him, his hand slipping under the t-shirt, and down the boxers. His fingers brushed my hole, and he muttered something, but didn’t remove his fingers. Instead, he rubbed the area; speaking suddenly, he caught me off guard. “You’re still swollen down here. Shame, I wanted to feel your heat around my cock again. It would have been pleasant.”

He wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his, and without a bit of gentleness, he kissed me. His tongue plunging into my mouth and stroking the piercing he gave me. When he pulled back, strings of spit stretched from our lips. “Open your mouth. I want to see my gift.”

His fingers slid into my mouth as I opened it, stroking my tongue with a delicate touch. It took everything in my being not to gag on his fingers right then and there as he played with my tongue. He let out another deep sigh and pressed his fingers a little harder into my tongue. It wasn’t painful, but the pressure was startling. Spit rolled down my chin, and Sebastian chuckled, his eyes darkening. “You would look cute in a little leather, maybe a collar with your name on it.”

His touch was gentle, his manner respectful, so I felt no alarm and didn’t raise concerns. Considering his anger, he could have been inflicting far worse pain or injury to me and my body. When he finally pulled his fingers out of my mouth, they were pruning, and he was a lot less miserable than he had been when he came home. He moved to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and I touched his hand.

“Let me.” I declared this, my fingers swiftly undoing the buttons, their smooth surfaces cool against my fingertips. This was just to keep Sebastian peaceful, and the quiet hum of contentment emanating from him confirmed it was working. Slipping my hands beneath his open shirt, I kneaded his tense shoulders, the heat of his skin warming my palms as he visibly relaxed into the massage.

Working in unison, we got him out of the shirt, and I couldn’t resist touching his warm skin. His eyes closed as he clearly enjoyed my touch, responding with soft noises as I worked out any tense areas. He slipped his hand up the back of the t-shirt again and this time he stood up, taking me along with him in long strides to the bedroom.

“We aren’t having sex. I just want to touch you a little,” he said, his face showing that he was a little frustrated with that idea. His words were one thing, his actions another, but I was wondering if he would keep to his word. He opened the bedroom door and carried me to the bed, setting down on my back. He slipped his hands up the sides of my legs and pulled the boxers down, saying something that wasn’t English.

“Huh? What?” I said, confused by his words.

“I was thanking the heavens for my meal.” He said, as he tossed the boxers to the floor and knelt, lowering his mouth to my cock, and licking my balls. I tried to shove him away from there, but he wasn’t budging, and the warmth of his mouth was feeling good. He moved from my cock to my hole, and he held me down so I couldn’t fight him on this. I hated how good his tongue felt in my hole.

“Stop, it’s dirty---ngh.” I cried, and he didn’t respond to me. He just kept lapping at the hole, and I bucked my hips, trying to still get away. He slipped his hand around my cock, jerking me off while sucking my hole. And when I came, I felt shameful.

“I need you to roll over because I’m not done yet.” He didn’t give me much of a chance to move, essentially. I was flipped over, and he gently raised my ass off the bed. His mouth made contact with my hole once more. He held me captive, his arms a vise around my thighs, making escape impossible. I could feel the strength in his grip. I could lay there, my hands balled in the blankets while his mouth explored my ass, and I was at the mercy of the pleasure he was giving me.

“Hold on! Stop, I’m close to cumming.” My protests and struggles were met with his persistence, culminating in a powerful orgasm that left me breathless. Panting into the blanket, he finally let me go, and I had no energy to move. I felt his fingers against my hole, and he pushed one inside, curling it inside me. If he was trying to torture me, he was doing a good job. His second finger slipped inside, and it was sore, but nothing like last night.

He stopped and pulled his fingers out of slowly. “Roll over on your back. I’m getting some lube.” I heard him walking away, and I rolled over. My legs were shaking, and you could see it. He moved me around, a pillow being placed under my hips, before he continued his internal massage of my hole.

He let me cum one time, before he fingered me close to cumming, and then stopping. I wasn’t stupid; I knew what he was doing to me was edging me.

He pulled his fingers out of me the last time, and my cock was leaking pre-cum, and I was pretty sure my balls were throbbing, though it was hard to tell because the only thing I could feel was the urge to cum.

“You bastard… fuck me. Just fucking do something.” I hissed, my breath racing along with my heart.

“What do you want me to do, Rhory?” He asked, his voice husky and sending shivers down my entire being.

“God, you---bastard…”

“You have such a dirty mouth, Rhory.” Sebastian said and trailed his fingers down my stomach towards my cock. Frustrated, I tried to slap his hand away, and he caught it effortlessly. “You want me to fill you with cock, Rhory? You better ask me for it.”

His erection strained against his dress pants, silently pleading for me to give him the green light with my words. “Fuck me, please,”

He unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pants and dropped it beside me on the bed. Next, his unbuttoned pants glided down his muscular legs. I didn’t know if he was doing this on purpose to make me want him more, but it was working. My head was clouded with pleasure, and I wanted that fucking man.

 His movements felt graceful, until he pushed his cock inside me slowly, stretching me out and filling me. The lube helped him slide in, but that was about it.

 “Look at me,” he commanded. Our eyes locked, and he moved his hips slowly, pulling his cock out before sliding back inside. And the pain and pleasure were still a strange mix, but it started sooner this time than the night before. His hands gripped my hips, fingers tightening, and he sank inside me deeper than before, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as I gasped.

“I’m just giving you what you asked for, Rhory,” he said, his voice husky with desire. With each thrust, he increased his rhythm, and the intensity of each movement growing as he delved deeper. My whimpers built into tortured moans, the initial searing pain fading into a hazy memory as overwhelming pleasure consumed me. 

“Rhory, you seem so aroused. I'm confident I could bring you to climax with no physical contact on your cock,” he said, his lips brushing my shoulder as he switched positions and closed whatever space was between us. A few thrusts later, as deep as he was, had me cumming. A whimper rolled out of my mouth, and I shook against him, unable to beg him to stop.  

Wrapped up in my blinding orgasm, I didn’t realize he had cum too, until the spurts of warmth hit my belly, and I looked down.