“No. Lay down, I just want to look at you.”
And I wanna ask him why he’s being weird, but I also like doing what he tells me to, especially if it makes him happy. I can’t help but bite my lower lip, or the sharp intake of breath, all because his eyes are on me. They’re dark and feral—hungry. Fuck, I’m the thing he’s about to eat.
Here like this, bare and waiting in his bed for him to take me, I feel like something he owns. My cock leaks against my stomach, and my legs spread, silently begging him to use me.
“Soon, pretty boy,” he says, walking into the room. “I’m gonna take care of you, make you all mine again.”
Ungh.I love Travis’s need to claim me when we reunite. Fuck, fine. There’s one upside to being apart, and that right there is it. He takes up a vigil at the end of the bed. That’s where he sheds his shirt, unveiling that devastatingly sexy body of his, shining with a sheen of sweat.
I want to roll in his sweat.
He makes a show of unbuckling his belt, letting it jangle, then sliding it from the loops. My mouth waters at the thought of that being used on my ass. I whimper.
“Oh, really, pretty boy? You wanna taste of my strap?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“Turn over. Beg me with your ass up in the air.”
These are my last moments on earth, I know it. I’m going to combust. I flip over, and he pulls the blankets away, clearing a path to my flesh.
“Please,” I beg. “I want it, want you written into my skin.”
“Breathe in, baby,” he says. “Now out.”
Whoosh—snap!
I hear the crack before I feel it. It takes a full second, and then hot. Hot, hot, hot across my cheeks. Oh God. Holy fuck. Tears prick my eyes as the pain settles to a simmer. A big hand rubs over the strip, soothing.
“And? Like, don’t like?”
“Love. Mhm. It’s good, Trav, but I can’t explain it.” Because I don’t know if it’s the pain I like. It’s more … the branding.
“If you ask me prettily, I might give you another.”
Pushing my ass out, I moan. “Again. Please?”
“Breathe in.”
I suck in a breath, and this time, I know when to breathe out. A cry leaves my mouth, and I claw the sheets, rubbing my sensitive nipples against them. Hmmm. That time, there wassomething in my cock. An ache. A longing. He rubs his hand over my painted ass cheeks again, and there’s a metallic thud as his belt hits the floor.
“This looks incredible. Feel good?”
“Feels amazing.” It’s something I can feel for a few days.
He hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me to him until my feet hit the floor. Lips attach to my neck, sucking bruises there, staking even more claim on my body. I surrender completely, unable to find it in me to fight back. I just wanna be his tonight in every way.
“I’ve missed you, pretty boy. That was too long.”
“Agreed,” I moan into his neck.
“The first round’s not gonna be sweet.”
“You’d better not.”
His fingers find my still burning ass cheeks, and he parts them, toying with my hole as his lips find mine, and he takes me under, into oblivion. His other hand grips my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that I know he could.
“Gonna hold you down, gonna make you take my cock,” he growls.
