I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s striking the opposite side with the same strength. My entire body is coiled tight, a throbbing ache coming from my backside that radiates through my bones.
“Take a deep breath,cariño.” I do. “Your skin looks so fucking beautiful burning red for me,” he growls a second before the paddle connects with my ass again.
And again.
And again.
Thwack… thwack… thwack.
Hearing the praise falling off Mateo’s lips, his voice smooth like butter as he dishes it out, is enough to make me melt against this cross. It squeezes my chest, its effects caressing my mind, making it go all warm and fuzzy.
The sound of something hitting the carpeted floor reaches my ears moments before I feel Mateo at my back. At some point, he must’ve ripped his shirt off, because the slick heat of his chest rubs against my skin. His palms grab hold of my ass, massaging the throbbing globes as his lips pepper all along my shoulders and my neck with kisses.
“You okay?”
Fuck me,his voice is deep and throaty, so much arousal dripping from each word.
I nod, an odd wave of emotion taking hold of me once more, tears springing to my eyes. My throat aches, and I don’t think I could get any words out if I tried.
Mateo continues to soothe the hot, stinging flesh with his hands. “So proud of you,cariño. You did so good. You know what that means?”
Shaking my head, I drag my lip between my teeth to stifle the sound.
For a second, his hands are gone, and I want to cry out because of it. But then… Well, then the distinct sound of his knees hitting the ground reaches my ears, and his hands are back on me, gently spreading me open, and then his breath is hot and wet against my hole, his tongue circling the puckered flesh, swiping along the length of my crack.
Before long, and before my brain even has a chance to catch up, his face is buried in my most intimate areas, and he’s feasting on me like he’s Jesus himself and this is the last supper. Pleasure floods my system as his pointed tongue spears through the tight muscle, and he starts fucking me with it while one of his hands reaches between my thighs, wrapping around my heavy, throbbing length.
I’m paralyzed, my arms and legs still strapped to this cross, my entire body thrumming with an intense type of need and desire. My hands itch to touch him, to make him feel like he’s making me feel. The wet, smacking sounds coming from him make my cheeks flame even redder than they already are, but I can’t get enough.
I need more of him.
I need all of him.
“Mateo…please.”
My dick is so hard, it has its own heartbeat, my balls filled with lead, they’re so heavy.
He pulls back, chuckling at the whimper that I can’t hold back. “You’re so pretty when you beg, you know that?”
“Please…”
At this point, I’m so far gone, I don’t give a shit if I beg. I’ll beg on my hands and knees, kissing his feet, if it means I get what I want. If it means he’ll fill me up and I get to come, I’d do just about anything he asked of me. I clamp down on my lips to keep from blurting that out, though.
Mateo walks away, leaving me strapped to this damn cross, and I hear more than see him open up one of the drawers. The distinct sound of a cap damn near reverberates through the small space, and it’s then that I realize the music has turned off.
Cold, slick fingers find my hole, and he pushes a single finger inside. The way Mateo works me open quickly, with zero finesse, lets me know he’s as gone as I am. It lets me know he wants me as much as I want him right now.
Which, in hindsight, really shouldn’t be that surprising. He’s never been quiet about how much he wants me. Mateo’s not quiet about anything, really. It’s me who’s been quiet and closed off and in denial.
With his lips right next to the shell of my ear, voice low and growly, he says, “I’m going to fuck you now,cariño. You still doing okay?”
I nod, then correct myself and speak a breathy “yes, please,” needing this more than he even knows.
Removing his fingers from my body, he quickly replaces them with his dick as he lines himself up, pushing inside. I gasp, and he groans, my back molding to his front once he’s fully seated. He brings his arms up, hands gripping onto the same leather cuffs holding me upright as he starts to move in and out of me.
Slow, at first, but his patience wears thin, as does his restraint, and before I know it, his hips are slapping against my sore ass cheeks, and he’s fucking into me with abandon. It’s feral, animalistic. I love every fucking second of it.
“You like this, you little whore?” he growls beside my ear, my pulse racing as I fight to catch my breath. “You like me destroying this tight little pink cunt for anybody else?”
