Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I hold the back of his head with one hand and trace the intricate tattoos on his right shoulder covering the violent burn marks along his flesh with the other. Reminders of the past he tried and failed to conceal.
“My beautiful boy,” I whisper, not wanting him to hear.
Lars lets me touch and kiss his scars, but he never talks about how he received them. Wounds forged in battle that the soldier wants to forget.
I tug on his hair, yanking his head back. His soulful amber eyes meet mine, begging me to provide what he needs. Sometimes, the sex is about the love we share, but at times like this, it’s about me putting Lars in his place. Lars has mentioned on more than one occasion that my dominating him has kept him away from drugs. I’m not sure how that’s true, but after a session, he’s more level and has control of his emotions.
Lars moans on my dick as my palm lands on his cheek, slapping him across the face. “Keep sucking, fuck boy. Show Daddy what a whore you are for his cum.”
Lars brings his fingers to my face. I bend to suck them, layering them thick with saliva. He clutches my ass and hollows his cheeks, sucking me like a damn hoover. He parts my ass and presses the tip of his index finger to my asshole, seductively teasing me before he plunges inside.
“That’s it, fuck hole, right there,” I groan. “You’re such a good boy. You want your reward, don’t you?”
Lars doesn’t answer. Instead, he bobs his head, forcing my cock to hit the back of his throat. He wants me to come in his mouth, but he needs me not to give him what he wants.
Pulling his hair, I lift him from my dick and shove him on the ground. Lars goes to get up, but I shove my foot against his chest, holding him down. Bending, I grip his throat so tight that he gasps for air. I don’t let up. I use more force until his skin turns red. “Next time you act up, I’ll suffocate you until you pass out. Don’t let your emotions run amok. I call the shots, fuck boy, not you.”
Removing my foot, I lift him by his throat and toss him on the bed. The bed creaks as I climb on, caging Lars between my knees. “You think I’m going to let you get off with a measly little blow job?” I caress his face tenderly, my version of the calm before the storm. “Oh, no, baby boy. I’m going to tear into that ass. Show you what happens to little bitches when they talk out of turn.”
Lars unbuckles his pants and pulls them down. I hold back a chuckle. He knows he’s in for it and craves the punishment. It levels him. Lars has derailed and needs me to set him back on the tracks. To make him believe he has control. After twelve years, I know this man’s body as well as mine. Ticks, tells, and burning desires.
I open the cupboard over the bed. Finding places on a bus to store lube is tricky, but we manage.
Lars glances at the bottle and tries to roll over, but I grip his sides with my thighs. “Nah. Tonight, you’re gonna look at me while I pound into your ass. You’re going to learn that you’re a little bitch, and I’m the master. I’m gonna put you in your place, baby boy.”
I move off the bed and hand Lars the lube. He takes the bottle and tilts his head.
“Up to you, baby boy. You can grease up that fuck hole or scream from the burning pain when I go in with only my spit.”
Lars groans at the language I hurl at him. His cock is rock hard as he lifts his legs over his head and pops open the lid. He squirts the lube down his ass crack and circles two fingers around his puckered asshole, working the liquid in. I stroke my cock as the anticipation of being buried balls deep in his ass creeps along my spine, building with need.
“Clean off those filthy fingers, fuck boy. Show your daddy what a dirty whore you are.”
Lars growls, but he’s not on the verge of breaking. Not yet. He parts his lips and sucks the two fingers deep. I grip his ankles, lift his legs higher, and line my cock up with his ass. Without warning, I glide in with one thrust.
“Fuck,” Lars moans.
I flip up his mask, needing to see all of him. “Don’t hide from me, fuck-boy.”
He enjoys fucking in the masks. Under that veil, he isn’t Lars Morgan, a kid from the wrong side of the tracks with a junkie mom. Behind the mask, he’s Satan, the lead singer of Gutless Void, the top-selling alternative rock band in the world. When he wears the mask, he’s the boss. But in the darkness with me, he’s Lars with all the vulnerabilities.