Seven+Four (Angels of Wrath Book 6)

I leave the room cursing under my breath. My dick remains soft inside my pants. Tonight, I came to the club with one thought inside my head: release. I quickly found a person interested in my sadistic scene, and I went at it as usual. I tied the person up, gagged them, and started to deliver some pain. It usually turns me hard as a rock—the muffled cries, the shivering body, the teary eyes begging for more while red marks appear on their skin.

Tonight I just couldn’t enjoy it. Not even a little. Because the person bent in front of me wasn’t Sari. It was a fraud, a pathetic impostor. Now I know what the real deal feels like, against me, crying my name, with his soft, smooth skin waking all sorts of dark intentions.

All the meaningless, faceless encounters I had in the past became a senseless blur. I got off, they got off, but I wasn’t really present in the moment. Sari’s sweet face was the one I always saw as I chose them and gave them pain, and when I felt really pent up, railed them. They were all pitiful imitations.

But tonight I couldn’t go along with the pretense anymore. I know how fragile the slender line of his neck is, how delicate the curves of his hips feel, the exact red shade his skin turns when I touch him, the softness of his long hair between my fingers, the plumpness of his ass in my hands.

My cock twitches, and I feel a tingle under my restless fingers imagining Sari restrained and screaming under my hands.

“Argh!” I let out an angry growl as I walk barefoot to the main room again.

As soon as the manager sees me, he hurries my way. Fuck!

“Mr. M.,” he addresses me in a whisper. “Your pet⁠—”

“Not my fucking pet.” I signal the bartender, and he nods, already knowing my usual.

“The…person who was with you in room three came to us to complain.” He looks down at the tablet in his hand. “He claims you released him a few minutes after starting your session and stopped without an explanation.”

“And?” I left my gun in the trunk of the Land Rover. Two minutes to reach the underground garage. Two more to get back and paint the floor with this fucker’s brain matter. I finally get a boner tonight from the mental image.

“Well, this is not the way we do things at Madame Claudette’s,” he affirms with a haughty tone. He’s a fucking ass.

“I didn’t fucking break any rules. One of BDSM’s consent rules states that either of the partners can stop a scene at any point.” I grab the glass of bourbon and take a couple of sips before adding, “I’m sure he’ll find another dom very easily—owner or whatever the fuck you call it.” He came to me all flirty and shit, clearly had a lot of experience, knew exactly what he wanted and what his limits were.

“Even so, upsetting a client like this is not very smart.” And upsetting me is?

I fucking hate this weasel. All he does is lick asses and order the staff around.

“Listen very carefully,” I snarl, getting nose to nose with him. “I own half of this fucking club plus 1 percent, which means I have the power to fire whoever the fuck I want. Right now, I think you’re unnecessary to the profitability of this establishment.”

The realization and then the deep fear filling his eyes already makes me want to keep him just to fuck with him.

“You have thirty seconds to change my mind. Starting now.” I move back to grab my bourbon.

He’s panting, all red in the face, eyes frantically flickering. “You-your guest, he-he arrived fifteen minutes ago or so. I wasn’t notified in advance, but I-I let him in anyway, since you are⁠—”

“What guest?” I ask in a bored tone.

“Bear-Stone,” he replies quickly.

“Raphael?” He is a member, not a guest.

“N-no.” He looks down at his tablet. “A Sariel Bear-Stone.”

“What?” I slowly growl out. An eerie feeling crawls down my body as every muscle in me tenses. I abruptly grab the manager’s stiff shirt and snap, “Where the fuck is he?”

The manager shivers with terror as the bartender answers for him, “He went toward the rooms, alone.”

“Which room?” I snarl at the manager. There’s no cameras inside the rooms, but there are three in the corridor. I swear to God if someone touched him, I’ll cut off all their fingers and make them eat each one.

The manager checks his damn tablet again, lifting it in the air on the left as I’m still gripping the front of his shirt. Finally he gasps a seven.

I know who usually books that room. The fucker Madame Claudette almost kicked out after he went down too heavily on his partner. He was here before. I saw him. Motherfucking shit!

I shove the manager away and rush toward the corridor. Sari’s body belongs to me. He might be sauntering around with it, but it’s mine. And I’ll turn that body into one that can’t feel anything unless he’s with me.

I finally reach room seven, and keeping my foot flat, I give a hard kick just above the wooden door knob. As the door bangs open, I storm inside, and what I find turns my blood cold.

Sari is on his knees and elbows on a bed, body trembling, wrists tied up, wearing only a lace bra and matching thong. His left ass cheek is red, and his lower lip is split, a bruise forming on his chin. His braid is half loose, and the mix of pleasure, fear, and sorrow in his teary eyes is instantly replaced with shock as soon as his gaze focuses on me. It guts me.

“What the fuck?” I hear an annoyed voice.

My gaze fixes on the dead man holding a wooden paddle, his arm outstretched over his head, ready to strike again what’s mine. I can clearly see the hard bulge tenting his silk underwear as he glares at me. It thwarts the chill inside, making my insides boil with rage and very malicious needs.

“Get the fuck out! We are getting to the good part here.”

The edges of my vision turn red. Blood red. Sanguine. He signed his death certificate the moment he touched my Baby Blue.

First, I sock him in the left cheek, dislocating his jaw, and employ an elbow block as he attempts to hit me with the wooden paddle. I yank it out of his hand and shoot it straight at his throat, bruising his vocal cords and stopping the screaming. I crack three of his ribs with a knee hit and block his pathetic left hook by grabbing his swinging wrist. Then I place his left hand flat on the table and swing the paddle down on it over and over, relishing the sharp sounds of bones breaking.

I raise my elbow and get him right in the nose, fracturing it. The blood that starts dripping down his chin doesn’t stop me. I drop the paddle and use my fist to beat his face. I no longer see the cockroach in front of me, only my vengeance. Thinking of him making Sari cry, giving him pain, giving him pleasure, stealing moments from me, more first times that should have been mine. All mine.

My homicidal behavior is fucking justified. My bloody knuckles wrap around the cockroach’s neck, and I slide him up the wall.

“Let him go.” I grit my teeth at the familiar, trembling voice.

“Uri, put him down before you kill him.” Sari tries again, his words less shaky.

I tighten my fingers around the cockroach’s throat instead, enjoying every single gasp and wheeze as his face starts turning red.

I shift my eyes toward Sari. They fall on his busted lip. “No one makes you bleed but me. Only. Me,” I growl menacingly.

His little Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Uri, there’re eyes on us. Please, let go.”

In my peripheral vision, I see the manager with one of the guards stopping on the room’s threshold, shock and horror painted on his face at the sight of the bloody mess I turned the cockroach into.

Fucking fuck! I hate to be interrupted when I’m about to off someone. It deeply vexes me, like ants crawling under my skin. But I can’t get caught killing; I already lived in a cell and don’t want to experience that ever again. Nor do I want to leave Sari unprotected.

So I lean down to the cockroach’s ear and whisper, “This is not a goodbye, but a see you later.” I reluctantly pull my right arm back and release him from my grip. I don’t watch his body drop to the floor, but I turn toward Sari, and after pulling half of the sheet off the bed, I shield his body from the other men’s eyes.

“Throw this fucking piece of shit out!” I tell the guard. He looks at the manager, who sends a look Sari’s way, noticing the bruise and blood on his mouth.

“Do what he says,” the manager orders, giving me a nod as the burly guard lifts the unconscious man over his shoulder and leaves. “What do you want me to do with him?” he asks me. Does he finally understand his place?

“Throw him on the street.” I’ll deal with him later. I’m sure Rami will find other people he hurt in his past. Not that it matters. I’ve already got the green light to get rid of him.

“I’m immensely sorry about what happened.” The manager is addressing Sari, looking all obsequious and apologetic. “Whatever you need, please⁠—”

I cut him off. “I’ll take care of him. OUT!” I snap.

He jumps back; wide-eyed and looking like a bobblehead doll, he nods as he hurriedly exits the room. It takes him three tries to close the door—since I broke the lock when I busted it open— but somehow, he manages in the end.

I take a step closer to the bed. Sari scrambles back, away from me; the rope still restraining him pulls at his wrists, halting his movements and stealing a hiss out of his lips.

He always looked at me with warmth in his aquamarine gaze. There’s no trace of it now, only sorrow and anger—so much anger. Still, his doesn’t match the depth of my fury. There’s a clear message in those pools that says, don’t come near me.

“The fuck I won’t,” I mutter, taking hold of his arms to quickly untie him. He turns stiff but lets me do it without a word. The instinct to protect him overpowers any other desire. The sight of the chaffed skin around his wrists makes me want to find that fucking shithead and twist his neck until his head is detached from the rest of his body. The stark red lines of the number four brand—the one the scientists burned on his inner wrist—is in the exact same place as mine. Our subject numbers. Seven and Four.

I move to the sink to dampen a towel, then I look for the ointment provided in every room and find it in the bowl on the table. I sit on the bed and start delicately rubbing his flesh with the towel, moving aside the black bracelet from his wrist. I’ll keep my phone close at all times from now on, Sari’s racing heartbeat would have triggered the app on my cell and I would’ve stopped that fucker earlier.

He gasps and instantly pulls his hand away, but my hold is strong and I don’t let go as I keep cleaning the wounds. There’s blood on his delicate skin, like Sari fought against the rope to get free.

“I’m an idiot,” he whispers brokenly after a while.

“Compared to you, most of the world is stupid. You need to be more specific, Baby Blue,“ I say between my gritted teeth as I finish applying the ointment.

“Stop, just stop!” He bats my hands away. “Why do you keep doing this? Playing with me?”

“Playing?” I echo.

“Stringing me along, when what you really want is someone else!” he clips.

“There’s only fucking you in my world, Sari. Nobody else.”

He looks down for a moment. “I saw you!” He swallows hard and then fixes his pained eyes on me. “I saw you with that guy.” His gaze turns watery again, and fuck, there’s too much space between us.

“He was just a tool; I used him and discarded him.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He stands up, keeping the sheet around his body. “What if I use tools as well, Uri? What then?”

I growl long and deep. “I’ll end them, just like I’m going to do with that fucker who thought he could put his hands on you.”

“Talk about a double standard.” I don’t understand the betrayal pouring from his voice. “And I asked that fucker to touch me.”

I grunt. “Did you ask him to use a paddle as well? Or to split your lip and bruise your face?” I snarl; my rage tries to overwhelm me again.

“Obviously not!” he cries out. “I always choose the wrong guy, don’t I?”

“Because I am the one for you.”

“Right!” he exclaims sarcastically. “If that’s true, why are you fucking other people then? Why won’t you use that whip on me? Why don’t you want me to touch you?” he screams, blurry eyes wide and wet, cheeks red. He’s so fucking beautiful. The sight of him so broken and desperate turns my dick to stone.

When I don’t answer, he shakes his head. “Get out.” I can barely hear his soft whisper.

“Look at me,” I order him, and fuck he does instantly, turning the fire inside me into a blazing inferno. I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off slowly, showing my chest and biceps to him for the first time since I was seventeen.

His eyes move all over my torso, looking at the ink covering it. It’s all Sari. Memories I share with him, places, names, and dates. Baby Blue Eyes envelop one pec, moving up the shoulder and down the bicep. The day, month, and year I first saw him is tattooed among the flowers on my heart in red, bold numbers. On the other side, there’s a microscope, a slice of apple pie, some titles of his favorite books, a pomegranate, the green bicycle he rode when we were kids, a quote from his favorite song.

I have more on my legs and back, more things that remind me of him. Always him.

His arm reaches out. His trembling finger almost makes contact with the tattoo of his teary eyes on my belly. But don’t. He wraps it around his body while his confused gaze keeps studying me with shock and appreciation. My cock is throbbing inside my pants, begging for some relief.

“They are all about…”

“…you,” I finish for him.

He blinks a few times, looking even more confused, then suddenly frowns. “What are those small lines tattooed all around your bicep?”

“One for every research project you completed,” I let him know. There are twenty-three in total.

His hand shoots up to cover his mouth. “Why?” I think I hear him ask.

“I got a tattoo each time I almost took you. The flashes of possessiveness overwhelmed me to the point of possessing you.” I give him a look filled with raw desire, so as not to have any more misunderstandings. “Ironically, the pain reminded me why I couldn’t do it.” Instead of hurting him, I hurt myself.

His arms tighten around his waist. “I don’t understand,” he says in a small voice, mouth trembling.

“I’m a sadist, Sari.” I pause to let the word sink into his brain. “I enjoy hurting people.”

“I know.”

I nod. “I’m not only talking about donors. I get hard thinking about a writhing body in the throes of pain and pleasure, confused pleading, high-pitched cries, reddened skin and jiggling flesh. And you, Baby Blue, are the main character every single time. The way I want you is rough and forceful. I want to dominate you and punish you, see your body shiver, jolt, scream under my hands.”

As I talk, I see Sari’s body quivering. There’s no fear in his half-lidded eyes. He’s struggling to catch his breath as his face blooms with a deep flush. His big eyes remain on mine, they never waiver. I don’t let them.

The sheet falls on the floor, revealing his lean body covered only in sexy lingerie as his cold hands flatten on my bare chest. The unexpected touch ignites an ache inside me, the all-consuming, craving kind.

“So why didn’t you?”noveldrama

“Isn’t that obvious? I don’t want to hurt you.” My fingers land on his soft ass, gently cupping each cheek. They fit so fucking perfectly in my hands.

“You-you just said you’re a sadist and that the idea of hurting me turns you on.”

“Yeah, and you told me how you suffered unthinkable physical and mental pain every day we were imprisoned. How it almost…pushed you to take your own life. I would rather eviscerate myself with my own hands than do something that will make you leave me…forever.”

“Oh my God.” His forehead falls on my chest. His warmth breaths brush my heated skin. “You are the sweetest idiot. That was before.”

“Before what?” I grab his hips as he looks up at me again—I can span his waist with my hands.

“Before I discovered how—” He stops, inhaling a large gulp of air. “I have an emptiness so dark inside me, it needs to be filled.”

“With?” Does he actually need to kill like the rest of us?

“Pain.” A tremulous smile appears on his lips.

“Pain,” I echo, squeezing his flesh with my hands, hard. Fucking. Hell. This can’t be.

He moans like a fucking bitch in heat, his eyes hazing over. But it is.

“When we were saved, I didn’t want to feel anything. I was a scared empty shell, irremediably cracked and on the verge of breaking.”

I nod, remembering his void stare, while his small hands rub over my chest.

“Our family and you helped me overcome that. But something was just not right. Something was missing. And as I grew up, I started to understand what. They say things get better with time, but that’s not necessarily true. After experiencing that much pain, everything can’t ever become perfectly alright, because every time I looked back to it, I felt the same hurt and hopelessness all over again. The ugliness inside me, the one that the scientists fed, making it grow, was still there, and the only way to cope with it was to keep feeding it, but on my terms. And being pinned down, roughed up, punished, and forced to take it…arouses me.”

Fuck! I know he’s telling the truth. I can feel his lace-clad dick straining against my leg.

“All these years, and you didn’t tell me what you really needed,” I hiss angrily. “I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“You never looked at me that way. I was your special little brother, to protect and keep safe. Weak.”

“You are not my fucking brother. I told you the first time I saw you in that blue field what you are…mine. And do you know why, Sari?”

He shakes his head hesitantly.

“You don’t take the need for violence and blood away from me—nobody does. But you create another urge, a stronger one, that overshadows it.”

Sari’s turquoise pools brim with tears as he lets out a surprised chuckle. Then he pulls my head down and his lips meet mine.

He tastes like blissful surrender and passionate audacity. Sucking my tongue and nipping at my mouth before yielding all the control to me. His eagerness for me is everything I’ve ever imagined. Also pliable, submissive, and a total slut for me—rubbing his dick against my leg as I get a good grip on his ass. He hisses when I tighten my hand on his left cheek, which reminds me of his abused skin and that damn fucker who had the audacity to hurt him.

I can taste his blood on my tongue, coppery and so damn sweet—bitter as well since I wasn’t the one to break his skin. But I will next time. I’ll bite and go deep, leaving a permanent mark there. Everywhere.

Eventually, I pull away and watch as his eyes slowly open. He looks drunk and hazy. I stroke his puffy lips with my thumb, slick from our mixed saliva.

“What should I do with you now, Baby Blue?” I rumble, giving his right ass cheek a hard squeeze.

“Fill me up with it,” he murmurs, so fucking sexily.

“With what? Pain or pleasure?” I ask, giving the split on his lip a long, slow lick.

He gasps. “Both.”

I grab his hair and pull his head back, tightening my fingers just to give him a little sting. His eyes roll inside his head. He’s so damn sensitive, how did I not see this before?

“You want me to hurt you, Sari? To abuse all your holes? The pain will be so fucking sweet, you’ll never be able to live without it. Without me.” He shudders, and I decide to give him more. “I will fucking destroy you. And won’t stop there. I’ll keep railing you after you pass out. You’ll wake up with me still pumping inside your loose, wet hole, pinned down, covered in my marks, trembling with another orgasm.”

His legs give out, but I don’t let him fall. Never will. I keep his body against mine as I move us to the bed. I sit on the mattress and shift him until he’s belly down astride on my lap. I search over the table close by until I find what I’m looking for. I take it out of the package and leave it on the mattress for now.

“You know I need to punish you, Baby Blue,” I tell him, letting my fingers trail up his perfectly shaped thighs, forming circles on the sensitive skin of his rear. “I know what you want. What you need. I know now. But you can stop me anytime.”

My words make him clench those round cheeks over and over, and I part them to give his little pucker a first look. Fucking hell, I’m going to fuck this ass so hard, it will never be the same ever again.

My hand lifts and then comes down hard, making his ass cheek jiggle, the right one—the left is still bright red. A burning sensation spreads across my palm while my handprint appears on his skin, covering the whole cheek. The perfect size. Sari emits an indefinable sound filled with twisted desire and uncontrollable lust.

“Just a smack, and I have you dripping on my leg. You’re so fucking responsive,” I rumble, dropping my hand down on his flesh again. I’m spanking my Sari, and he’s fucking begging for it. The wicked smirk on my face turns devilish.

“You won’t ever keep anything else from me. I want to know every tainted, impure thought passing through your mind.” I squeeze the heated flesh.

“Yes!” he cries out, pushing his sexy ass more firmly against my hand. “It burns…I love it. Your hand…more.”

“Turn your face toward the mirror on the wall.” He does so without waiting for an explanation, too eager for more. Our reflection is right there for him to see and I want him to see.

I don’t soothe him or give him words of encouragement. What I give him is another hard smack, followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth crack, all on the same area. His lips are parted, letting slip small whimpering sounds; his eyes are watering, locks falling down like dark waterfalls, hands fisting the sheets.

“Count for me. If you make it to six, I’ll reward you.” I’ve never felt the need to reward one of those faceless fucks. I inflicted pain, and then if I felt like it, I chased ecstasy using one of their holes. A means to an end, nothing more. But with Sari, I want to take my time and relish every single fucking hot-blooded moment.

Another smack. Every inch of his skin is exposed to my touch. Mine to do with whatever the fuck I please.

The silence tells me he’s already drunk on pain. I slap his thigh. “Why aren’t you counting?”

“O-one,” he stutters. Our reflection in the mirror is making my cock weep. My heavily tattooed torso is such a contrast to his alabaster lines. He’s a fascinating blend of delicate and masculine. His long, androgynous body draped over my strong legs, covered only in those flimsy scraps of lace. There’s something about the piece of translucent fabric that sends a burning hot chisel straight to my heavy balls.

I know he has more at home in his drawer. I’ve seen them. Thigh highs, garters, babydolls, and bras of thin fabrics so erotic, I couldn’t help but imagine topping a slutty Sari while holding his ass cheeks open as he begs for dick. I grab the edge of the thong and pull on it, making the thin strip of fabric between his cheeks rub against his sensitive pucker.

“Mmm. It hurts so good,” he moans, trying to move his hips. His eyes look cloudy, his back tense with anticipation, as if he’s utterly focused on my hands and the bliss they are giving him.

“Keep going,” I demand, just before another crack resounds in the room.

“Two. Ahhhh! Three-ee, four, f-five.”

“My marks on you get you all riled up, eh, Sari?” I tease him.

I grab the butt plug I left on the bed and twist the head, turning the vibration on. I trail it down his nape, his shoulders jerk at the sensation.

“Six,” he continues, moaning as I move the small vibrator further down the long, perfect curve of his spine, tracing the edge of his slutty thong. He’s visibly shaking on my lap, and when I spank him again, he jumps and cries.

I pour a generous amount of lube on the plug, and after moving the thin strip of fabric aside, I push it against his entrance. “Here is your reward,” I whisper darkly.

He pants as I keep rubbing the vibrating plug against his hole. I can see he’s already on the verge of coming, writhing and squirming, trying to push the anal toy inside.

“Please.” Fuck, he begs so damn perfectly.

I grab his left ass cheek to better witness the moment his hole spreads open and gobbles the plug right up. Damn, what a sight.

He lets out another scream, and then another when I land my hand right on his hole pushing the toy further in.

“How does it feel?” My voice sounds hoarse. I’m so damn horny.

“W-weird,” he cries out.

I chuckle darkly, wrapping a hand around his nape to hold him still. “Are you sure? The moaning mouth on your face and the greedy, hungry one down here are both telling the same story.”

I lick my palm and press it against Sari’s hole. I flex it and relax it, creating a suction around it like a vacuum that moves the vibrating toy inside him. He pumps his hips as I up the tempo. A growl leaves my throat, and I tighten my grip around his neck.

“Feel your belly coiling? Everything in your body tightening?” There is tension in my voice. I want to fuck him badly. “You like being dominated by me, like the pain I give you. Do you know why? It’s because you belong to me.” I smack his hole.

He yelps a “yes,” rubbing his dick on my lap while his hole is clenching hard around the toy inside him. I slip two fingers in, groaning at the feel of his warm insides squeezing me so tightly. I touch the vibrator, dragging it up and down as my fingers start fucking inside him. His back bows while more wetness leaks on my pants.

“More,” he pleads, opening his legs a little wider.

“That’s right, spread those thighs and show me that tight hole. Fuck, yes,” I drawl. “And don’t forget to count.” I pull out my fingers and smack, smack, smack.

“Uri!” He screams my name so beautifully. Three fingers slide in without any resistance. He’s fucking ready.

“If you keep pressing there, I’ll…” Sari can’t finish his sentence as his body starts convulsing.

“Look how hard you’re coming, just from getting your hole finger fucked.” I’m watching his reflection as I continue hitting his prostate, pushing the toy against it. His soft, lovely features are contorted in pleasure, jaw dropped and lips parted on a silent scream, brow furrowed, nails clawing the sheet. My hand looks good around his fragile throat.

“I’m sorry,” he utters in a raspy voice once his body calms down.

“Just tell me nobody else has made you come like this.” My tone is possessive and slightly threatening.

“Nobody. I’ve never let… Ahhhh!” He screams as I pull my fingers and the plug out. His hole looks wet and fucked out. Absolutely mine.

“Next time, I’ll leave the plug in while I rail you.” Sari must like the thought, judging by his loud gasp. “But for our first time I just want you to feel me. I’m the first one, am I not?” I made my voice dark and threatening. Because if I am not⁠—

“Yes!” His eyes find mine in the mirror. Such an open, eager gaze.

My hand moves over the marks left by the paddle. I wish I could erase them, carve the red skin right off. “Nobody else fucking touches you from now on. Am I clear?”

I pull him up, holding onto his neck, and twist him until he’s sitting on top of me, legs spread over both of my thighs. His back to my front. His hands land on my knees like he’s afraid to fall. I’ll never let it happen. Never let him go.

A deep groan comes out of me at the sight of him all spread out for me in the large mirror. I can see his hard nipples through the translucent fabric of his bra—metal clamps would look so pretty pinching those succulent buds. So many things I want to do to him, and all the time in the world to do them.

My nose nuzzles his hair, taking in his sugary apple and honey scent. It’s intoxicating. I push his hips slightly forward to undo my pants and release my aching dick, the Jacob’s ladder extending from the bottom to the top. I still remember the awestruck look on Sari’s face the first time he saw it in my car. Filled with filthy thoughts and need.

“You look so fucking pretty with my handprints all over your body.” I bite him hard on the neck, enjoying his sudden moan. Then I push a finger inside his mouth as I force his face toward the mirror.

He’s sucking on my digit like a starving animal. Damn, that’s hot. I need to fuck this ass.

“I want you to keep looking as I take you. I want those bedroom eyes on my dick sliding inside you.”

His nails dig into my skin, and a thick, juicy stream drips from the head of his hard cock. I rip the side of his thong, the torn lace collapses on one thigh. I grab him under both his thighs and lift his body up, lining my dick with his entrance.

“Spread those cheeks for me.” And shit, he does. His hands move back, and as soon as I get a look at his pucker, I spit twice, savoring the sight of my saliva rolling down on his crack. I smirk. It gives me a sense of ownership, of control over him.

“Now your twitching hole is going to get my raw dick and swallow it whole. Your insides will take the entire shape of me.” I murmur almost ominously near his ear, enjoying the shudder overcoming his body. I’m clean, I get tested regularly and never fucked without protection. I’d never put Sari in danger.

I groan as I press in slowly, little by little impaling Sari on my bare cock. The fat head slips in, and the slurping sound mixed with the sudden pressure makes me rumble, “I’m going to blow my first load as soon as I bottom out; do you know why?” Christ, he’s so fucking tight, he’s strangling my dick, milking it so damn good. “Your virgin hole will get its first taste of my seed and never forget. Never fucking want another cock ever.”

“It burns.” He moans and whimpers with a rapturous smile on his lips.

“Just a couple more inches, Baby Blue.” I sound like I’m in pain as well. And I am, waiting impatiently to reach his core to unload my balls.

“I’m so full.”

“You have a nine-inch, pierced dick currently spearing your insides,” I say in a rough, forceful voice.

His gaze—there is so much in his eyes, an intoxicating blend of desire and want, fixed on us. It makes me lose it. I thrust upward, completely impaling him with every inch I have. His head falls back as he cries out.

Even though it’s his first time, his hole is a cock-loving slut clamping down on me. I growl as I close my teeth over his shoulder and bite down hard.

“Uri.” My name whispered so brokenly as I finally get balls deep inside him forces the cum out. I hold him down as I grind my spurting dick deep inside. A loud grunt is ripped from my chest. Fucking finally take my cream!

I’ve been pulling him in all this time, and now that we are carnally connected, he finally feels like a part of me.

“Swirl those hips. Get used to the feel of a hard cock inside you. Fuck, like that.” I pull on his nipple and pinch the stiff bud digging my nails in through the lace. Small ropes of jizz keep shooting from my slit, soaking him from the inside. I keep groaning as he works my dick like a pro.

He feels so fucking slippery inside, all stuffed with my cum. I can’t stop grunting. With his misty eyes laser-focused on where our bodies are connected, he hooks his arms behind my head, stretching his torso and taking my still hard cock deeper. He was fucking born to take cock, to take me.

“From now on, I’ll fill you first and then pump my dick through it until I cream you again.”

“Whatever you want. Just…I need you!” His words force a roar out of my mouth. Those desperate tears rolling down his pale cheeks, they get me so fucking hard. I want to see him cry every time I fuck him.

I ease out of him slowly, still stiff and eager, before slamming back in hard. I want to make sure he feels me every time he breathes for the rest of our lives. He pulls on my dreads as the rhythm of my thrusts speeds up. I’m fucking into him, my hips lifting him high, bouncing him on my cock, my gaze hot on his ass as it rebounds and shakes. What a beauty. His hole is so tight and inviting. The slide of my piercing stroking inside his clenching channel is the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.

I’m going to do this every day, no exception.

His fucked-up erotic noises turn something on inside me—a dark hunger. It urges me to smack his ass, both cheeks hard and fast not caring about anything but hearing his strangled gasps and high-pitched whimpers and feeling the way he arches his back and tightens up around my cock.

“You should have told me you were into this shit sooner, Sari.” I pull his hair back and suck voraciously on his neck. He draws in a short breath, his red dick jolting with every drive of my hips, leaking profusely over his flat belly.

My balls are boiling once again. He’s so fucking wet and hot inside, my cock is melting. I like the flush across the back of his neck and the way his body feels both firm and soft, the tremble in his voice as he begs me to hurt him more. Those plump, reddened cheeks jiggling as I pound him…damn!

“Look at this, all stretched, taking my dick.” I spit on my shaft and watch it, all slick and shiny, disappear inside him again. Fuck. What a view. I grab his waist with both hands and go to town on his ass.

All Sari can do is take it as I piston in and out of him, each stroke deeper than the last, almost as if I’m trying to reach his stomach.

“God, yes,” he slurs.

How beautifully he breaks under me.

“Every fucking day. Every day, this hole is going to be used and filled,” I promise him, and he answers with a lusty moan.

I grab his dick and start beating it off. He tenses on top of me. His insides clench, and he shudders violently against me as his cum covers my hand and his chest.

“Yes, that’s it. Enjoy your first time coming on my big cock.”

I turn his face to the side and swallow his slutty moans with my lips and tongue. I lift my fingers covered in his cum and slick our lips before kissing him again. His intimate taste fills my mouth as I share it with him, and damn it’s luscious.

Soon he turns limp in my arms, eyes closed, mouth open, still clamping down on me every time I drive leisurely inside.

“Open those beautiful turquoise eyes,” I tell him, grunting when he does. There’s so much languidness and blissful contentment in there.

I slide my hand over his torso, brushing a point over his bellybutton. “The head of my cock is reaching right here.” I press down to intensify the sensation, earning a broken whimper in response. He laces his fingers with mine, pushing them more firmly over his belly where my dick is slowly pumping. I’m watching us, hypnotized, feeling even more tethered to him now.

He turns his small, straight nose into my neck while rotating his hips on my dick. “Want to feel you deeper,” he whispers against my skin.

I need him under me. Now.

Slowly, I pull him off me and unceremoniously toss him on the bed. His surprised squeak makes me smile as I move on top of him, and without any warning, I push myself deep, all the way inside him again.

I lift his arms over his head and keep his wrists down with one hand—careful not to touch the wounds there. My other hand moves to his bra; I yank at the strap, tearing it, and pull it down until I have his nipple on display. The sight of his star-shaped birthmark makes me smile. My fingers brush over it before pinching and twisting the nipple as I grind my cock in him, pinning him down from the inside.

He wraps his legs around me, aquamarine eyes lost in mine, moans reaching the ceiling. That’s when I start to thrust, hard.

“Your darkness was made to match mine.” I spit on his nipple, and then pull on the stiff, slick nub. “My cock was made for this hole. I know you’re fucking addicted to it already. The wet sound your slutty hole makes speaks for itself,” I grunt as I pound him into the mattress.

I can feel every inch of his body, his blazing insides, the trembling of his thighs around me, the ribs that show slightly whenever he breathes, his small nipples stroking my chest—so pale in color. It’s like he’s enveloping me whole with his erotic moans, warm body, and that sexy-as-fuck movement of his waist. He’s making me want him so badly. I want my scent to absorb and soak deep inside him, to his core and mark him for all eternity.

He’s pressing back into me, heels digging into my ass, and with the angle I’m nailing him at, I’m putting pressure right on his prostate.

“You look so beautiful when you’re getting fucked. Don’t you dare tell anyone your asshole is this fucking tight, not if you want them to live.” The thought of confining him somewhere in order to possess him crosses my mind—like it has multiple times before. I don’t care about our family. Our bros will understand my obsession since they have all found someone.

His mouth suddenly closes over mine, his hungry tongue pushing its way in. I respond so fiercely, I take his breath away, pushing him to the brink over and over beyond his point of resistance. When I bring him to tears and feel him squeezing around me as his cum splashes between us, I know it’s my time to let go for real now.

I release his wrists to grab the hair on the top of his head in a dominating grip. “Do you feel me raw, rubbing against your insides?”

When he doesn’t answer, I slap his red nipple and sink my nail there. He sobs a “yes,” and I turn fucking feral, ramming into his hole with abandon.

“Want to send my cum to the furthest place, where nobody but me will ever reach.” Sheer dominance loops through every harshly spoken word.

He clings to my shoulders, bringing his sweaty forehead flush with mine. “Come, Uri,” he begs. “I want you to really make me yours.”

With a grunt, I slam home and unload deep in his ass. My cock twitches and throbs as I look straight into his eyes and let out all the ecstasy he’s making me feel. I’m enveloped in bottomless ecstasy. This is by far the best sex I have ever had in my life.

When my eyes are able to focus again, Sari is all they see. His blush-tinted cheeks, the way his long dark locks frame his cheekbones, making them more pronounced, brushing his clear-cut, pixie jawline, the puffy mouth stretched in a captivated smile.

My lips brush his temple as I take in his sweet scent mixed with sex and me. I growl possessively because, fuck, that feels so damn good.

“If you spill even a drop of my cum, I’ll punish you,” I tell him with a gravelly voice.

He nods even though his eyelids are drooping, the smile on his face slowly disappearing. My name the last thing he utters.

He falls asleep with my cock inside him. The realization makes me smirk. I stare at Sari’s sleeping form for a moment. Fucking him once wasn’t enough. Burying my face in his hair, I hold him tighter against me and start pumping my cock into his well-used, drenched hole. There’s less urgency this time. I just want to feel him around me.