Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,15
to work, while trying hard to resist me.
I put the can on the counter, and strode to where he sat, stopping three feet in front of him.
“Look at me, Vincent.”
“It’s not going to happen, Michael.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. He clenched his teeth, staring at the screen.
“Then look at me.”
He lifted his head, annoyance in his gaze. “Give it up.”
“You want me.”
“One of us has to be an adult.”
I took a step closer. He skimmed my exposed body, then dragged his gaze back up to my face, his features seemingly impassive. If I didn’t know him already, I’d have believed he wasn’t interested in me. However, I did know him. He tightened his grip on the device. Tension thrummed through his body, and I knew what happened when he let it loose. Fuck, I hoped he’d do it. I wanted him to fucking pounce.
“Bullshit. We’re not hurting anyone. It’s not like we have anything better to do while we’re stuck here. You want me. You want nothing more than to bend me over, spank my ass, and fuck my hole until I can’t walk. I want the same. Why do you torture yourself?”
“You’re my client whose safety depends on my ability to focus,” Vincent replied, his voice dim and monotone. “You’re only endangering yourself.”
“You’ve already fucked me, Vincent.”
“Yes. That was my fault, and I regret it.”
That stung. Like hell.
“Give it up, Michael. I’m not repeating the same mistake. Stop prancing around and go to bed.”
“I don’t regret a thing. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
My honesty must have surprised him because, for once, he had nothing to say. He stared at me, his mouth parted.
I dragged my palm over my groin. “I guess I’m going to go and fuck myself with the plastic dick again.”
I stalked to my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me. The humiliation was a deep ache in my chest.
I did not tone it down. Nope. He was getting the full show. Lying on my side, I groaned when I stuffed the silicon dick into my ass and rocked my hips, fucking myself with it. Soon, I was pushing it in to the base. I was loud. Vincent must have heard every sound, which was the whole point. I imagined him touching himself in the next room.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I panted for his benefit. “Harder.”
The tip of the dildo hit me just right, and I arched my back, my groin tingling.
I’d expected him to be frustrated and angry at me. Maybe I could rile him up enough, so he’d let me suck him off tomorrow. When I imagined his cock in my mouth, I moaned louder, plunging the dildo into my ass faster and faster.
It turned out I’d grossly underestimated Vincent’s temperament.
The door tore open, and Vincent charged inside. He grabbed my ankle, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and pulled the dildo out of my ass, the ridge snagging painfully at my rim. I gasped.
“On your hands and knees,” he spat.
I obeyed immediately. Asshole empty and aching, I knelt on the bed and fisted the sheets. My heartbeat spiked.
Fuck!
I yelped with pain and surprise. He hit me with the artificial dick. The wet silicone smacked me on my ass cheek, the sound obscene. Oh wow. Only I craved more.
“You want cock?”
“Yes,” I whined. My ass stung, but it felt so good.
Another smack. It hurt. He’s beating my ass with a fucking dildo!
“I didn’t hear you, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want your cock. Please.”
Another hit. One side, then the other.
“I’ll give you cock.”
He hit me into my crease, the toy slapping over my hole, and I moaned with surprised pleasure. He did it again, a perfect blow, painful and so fucking arousing, setting my nerve endings on fire.
“Fuck, yes!” He hit my ass cheeks a few more times, grunting like an animal, then threw the dildo onto the floor.
A zipper hissed, then the snick of a lube bottle.
“Beg,” Vincent growled.
I’d beg him and let him beat me all night long if he asked. He owned me. The thought gave me a dizzying rush.
I belong to Vincent. His property.
“Please. I need your cock, Daddy. Please, fuck me.”
He gave it to me. He gave me his all. He was callous and violent, pulling my body onto his length, sinking his monster of a dick into my asshole all the way over and over. With him standing and me on my knees on the bed, his thrusts were long and powerful. I loved every second