any deeper in the woods—and I tried hard not to let Vincent know I found it dull. He did his best. It wasn’t like I paid him to entertain me. He was here to keep me alive.
I paused by a large boulder where the trees parted and offered a view of the cabin on the other side of the lake. I bent over and stretched my hamstrings. Vincent came up to me and slapped my ass.
“Ow.” I straightened, scowling.
“You like it when it hurts.” Vincent was unusually playful today, and it made me happy. And horny. Always horny. Jesus. He was my kryptonite.
“I do.” I stood behind him as he looked at the view. His sweat permeated the air, making me hard in no time.
I reached around and cupped his groin as I rubbed my erection against his thigh. “I like it when you hurt me.”
“Fucking Incubus.” He spun around, grabbed my arm, and twisted it behind my back. “You’re playing with fire,” he hissed.
Warmth spread through my belly, mingled with fear and arousal and anticipation.
“Punish me.”
“You’re out of control, Mikey.” Gone was the playful, teasing Vincent.
“Please, Daddy. Punish me.” Pulling on my arm, he forced me to kneel in the dirt. He ripped my long-sleeved running shirt off and took my other arm. Within seconds, he had my wrists tied behind my lower back with the ruined shirt. The sicko I was, I was moaning the second he tightened the knot.
He shoved me onto the ground, my face in the moss, and pulled my track pants down my thighs.
Then he slapped my ass.
“How many do you want?”
“Fifteen.” I felt bold.
“You’ll get twenty.”
My erection jerked, and my balls tightened. Vincent beating my ass, sweaty, with his gun holster across his chest… Fuck.
He pushed my legs farther apart and spanked my ass with harsh, quick slaps, hitting my crease with every other loud whack. The last five were brutal. Powerful, hard blows, sending my body forward, and the side of my face mashed into the ground. Mad with lust, I took it. “Yes, agh, more, umph.”
And then he pushed his tongue into my hole.
Holy fucking hell and all the demons!
The contrast between the throbbing pain all over my ass and the slick velvet of his tongue inside me was mind-blowingly hot. He pushed deep into me and slurped on my pucker. Wet noises rose around us, obscene and so wrong out here in the innocent nature. His fist squeezed my hopelessly hard cock, and I came, crying out. I lay there panting, coming down from the high.
But Vincent wasn’t done with me. He let go of my dick, and I tried to look back.
“Daddy?”
The blunt pressure on my hole surprised me. We had no supplies here, but his cockhead was a little slick against my pucker. He wants to use my cum as lube. That was not nearly enough for me to take him. Oh fuck. My brain went into a frenzy. Do it. Make it unbearable.
“It’s going to hurt.” He paused with the tip of his cock kissing my hole. He was giving me an out.
“I want it.” The words flew out of my mouth without thinking.
His cockhead forced inside me, and I groaned. With only my cum and his spit easing the way, Vincent impaled me on his huge cock. It hurt so fucking good. I shouted from the pain, my voice carrying over the lake.
He held me by my tied hands and fucked me ruthlessly.
“I told you,” he rasped, “I’m more… than you can handle…”
I didn’t know how it was even possible, but I was hard again.
“You still like my cock, boy? You like it ripping you apart?”
I only wailed in response.
“Want me to stop?”
“No! Don’t stop, Daddy. Please don’t stop.”
“Fucking hell, Mikey…” He slipped out of his role. He sped up, and I yelled from the intensity. The burn, the pressure on my gland, the impossible fullness, I loved it. I was probably sick in the head because I loved every second of the brutal pounding.
I wanted to touch myself. I would’ve come again, but I was helpless. The sleeves of my shirt were tight around my wrists, chafing my skin.
When he finally came inside me, tears had welled in my eyes, and my throat was sore from screaming. And I was so fucking happy. The joy bubbled in my veins. My dick throbbed, my balls ached with need, and I basked in the torturous feeling.
With surprising clarity, I knew I wanted to belong to Vincent forever.