11

-NORTH-

SOMETHING ISdifferent about Mal, but I don't get any time to think about it because I've barely caught my breath, and now he's standing over me with more straps in his hand. And he's got that hungry look on his face that means I'm in for something that's going to blow my mind. I gulp.

Malcolm fixes the leather around my thighs, one on each leg, just above the knee. They're snug, enough for me to clench my muscles against the pressure of them and feel how they constrain me.

The bands have long ties attached, and Malcolm hoists my legs apart and ties them to the headboard, as wide as they'll go, dragging my legs up and spreading them, exposing my cock and ass. Now I'm bound in place and exposed, completely at his mercy. I can barely do more than wriggle helplessly. No matter how hard I pull, the straps are wide and firm, holding me in place.

I never knew feeling trapped and powerless could feel so good.

He watches me for a moment, enjoying the show. Then he traces the base of the butt plug, sending tingles through me. I twitch, and my sensitive ring of muscle clenches around it.

He grips the base, twists it a few times, and then eases it out, slowly. I stretch around it, feeling the tug against my rim. When it's halfway out and my hole is stretched over its widest part, he pauses, holding me at full stretch. It's both agony and bliss. Then he pushes it back in, and my legs jerk against the straps.

"Ngh."

He eases it out again, this time taking it all the way out, and I feel horribly empty with nothing inside me. A whine of frustration escapes before I can bite it back, but only receiving pleasure when he decides to give it to me is part of the pleasure that makes my head spin.

He puts the plug to one side and spanks my ass with his palm.

"Ah!"

The oversensitive skin across my cheeks stings and the pain feels so good. My hips jerk once up into the empty air.

Malcolm backs off then, leaving me bound and helpless, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm painfully hard but I have to wait for what he'll give me, he's in charge of my body, and I need him to use me however he wants. Even if that means depriving me.

"I'm going to show you just how much I own you," he says in a low voice from the other side of the room. I can hear him moving things and my heart, already racing, somehow speeds even more. God it's going to be so embarrassing if I die from a heart attack right now. "I own your pleasure, and I can withhold it or give it to you however I want."

He moves closer but I keep my eyes shut, denying myself even a hint of what's to come, drawing the sweet tension out. Now he's next to me again and when he speaks it's directly into my ear, making every hair on my body stand on end.

"I'm going to make you come over, and over, and over. Everything you have belongs to me, and I'm going to milk you dry until I've got every last drop of your cum."

His words make me gasp. I'm already shaking at just the thought of being wrung dry at his hands. More cold lube trickles down my ass crack and I hiss and twitch, jolting against the leather that holds me in place, open and exposed, completely on display for him.

"And this time, you're going to talk. I'm going to make you beg and cry and tell me every filthy thing you've ever thought."

My eyes snap open. He's standing over me, watching my reaction like a starving predator. He wants me to talk this time? He always makes me stay quiet. I search his face, but all I find is hunger and a laser focus that makes my face heat even more.

Some very dirty things go through my head. Things I would never dare say out loud. But being forced to do it—being completely exposed, not just my body but the dirty thoughts I keep secret, too, being so completely under Mal's control that no part of me is hidden—it's like a whole new level of arousal opens up. I didn't know it was possible to be this turned on. My cock aches, my body throbs, and my head spins.

His eyes grow dark at my reaction, drinking it in. Then he picks up the lube and squirts it over something in his hands that I can't see. When he's done he holds it up and my eyes go wide. It must be a new toy because I've never seen it before. Or he's been holding it back; a huge black dildo, curved and ridged with nodules down its length. He positions it between my spread legs, above my ass, so I can see exactly where it's going. Into my asshole. My mouth falls open. There's no way in hell it's going to fit inside me. A bead of sweat trails down the side of my neck as I try to wriggle away from it.

"Talk," Mal says. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking."

I speak, my voice hoarse. "It's not going to fit. It's too big. I-I can't do it . . . But. . ." I gulp. "I want it inside me. I want you to impale me, split me open. Fucking destroy me."

I can't believe I'm saying this shit, it's like he's cast some kind of truth spell on me. My whole body flushes hot with shame, even as my hole clenches and my cock twitches at the words forced out of me.

"What else?" he says. His voice is so low it's nothing more than a growl.

The words keep pouring out of my mouth. "I want you to fill me so full with it that I can't think, I can't even breathe. I don't want to be able to fucking move tomorrow. I want you to fuck me until I scream."

Jesus Christ, did I just say that? He lets out a hot shuddering breath.

"Keep going," he says, and lines it up between my cheeks. The massive head presses against my hole, and even though the tip is tapered to a curved end, it still feels impossibly big.

"Fuck. It won't-I can't take it. I can't-I, I want to take it for you but, shit, it's too big, I can't."

"Yes you can," he says. "Safeword."

"Baseball," I say automatically.

"Safe signal."

I snap my trembling fingers.

"OK. Ready?"

I look up at him and he's staring back into my eyes with that confidence that makes me believe he can do anything. Anything is possible.

I can't do it.

But he says I can, and god knows he's been right every time. If he thinks I can . . . maybe I can. And I want to do it for him, I want to be good for him. And fuck, my body's aching for him to destroy me like never before.

I grit my teeth and nod.

He pushes, and my hole opens up around the head. It's so solid, an inevitable force that can't be stopped. And somehow, the head squeezes inside.

I let out a moan as the burn spreads across my ass. He eases it in further, a fraction at a time, allowing me to adjust slowly, slowly. He holds it in place, eases it in and out a few times, pushes further, holds. And each time I feel like I'm as full as it's possible to be, and each time he patiently waits and then fills me more.

As he slowly stuffs me to bursting, I babble, unaware of what I'm even saying. I don't want to think about the embarrassing dirty words flowing out of me, and what I need him to do to me with the monster dildo. Each nodule that slides inside sends a jolt up my spine and makes me cry out even more.

"God," Mal murmurs. "You're taking it so fucking well. Just eating it up with that greedy ass like I knew you would."

Tears leak down my cheeks and I'm so fucked out of my head I don't know if I'm crying at his praise or if it's just the strain my body is under. Pressure builds at the bottom of my spine, and I feel like I'm going to burst, while the words just keep on pouring out of my mouth, slurred and needy and ragged.

"Oh god, oh god. Please. I'll take it. Keep-keep going, please, ngh oh please. I can't do it, I'm-I'm too full. Fuck, Mal, ruin me. Please."

Finally—when I'm shaking and covered in sweat, fuller than I've ever been in my entire life, fuller than I thought it was possible to be—he stops. Malcolm lets go of it and presses a hand to my belly.

"It's all in, you took it all," he says. "I knew you could, you're so fucking good for me."

My head swims as his words register. It's in; the whole dildo is inside me. I did it. I shudder, my body wound tight as a spring. My cheeks are damp with my tears, they're on my lips and I taste the salty tang of them. A sob shakes my body.

"It's so much."

He eases it out, and slides it back in, the lumps tugging against my rim. That curved tip slides against my sweet spot and I jolt, snapping at the straps holding me taught.

"Fuck!"My cry bounces off the walls.

He does it again, sliding it back and forth across my prostate, until my hips are bucking frantically and I'm making ungodly noises, stuttering and begging while he eviscerates me.

"Oh fuck. That's it. Oh. More. Oh, fuck me. More. Please."

My eyes roll back in my head and suddenly I'm coming in great heaving rolls of pleasure. He catches my spasming dick and holds it so my hot come shoots up over my stomach and chest.

He keeps on sliding the dildo in and out, over and over, and I roll with each wave of pleasure, crying, shaking apart on it, until it subsides and I come down, and he's still fucking it into me.

He keeps going against my now sensitive prostate, and works my cock in the other hand, slick with my own spill.

I whine.

"We've only just started," he says.

My cock only has a moment to soften before it starts to fill again in his hand. The dildo kneads my prostate and he slowly, steadily, mercilessly pushes me to the edge again.

He speeds up, the pleasure gathers in my belly, hot and molten as lava, and my hips thrust in time, pushing my cock up into his hand.

With a strangled shout, I come in a rush, and he aims it at my chest again, mixing with the load already spread across me until it slides and drips onto the bed beneath.

And he keeps on going. I whine, trying to escape the dildo pounding into my prostate, the hand bunching around my cock, but there's no escape, I can't move, I'm strapped in place, and all I can do is cry and writhe and take the fucking he's giving me. This time it takes longer for me to get hard, but with the constant stimulation the discomfort tips back into pleasure again, and my dick begrudgingly stiffens. My body burns with overstimulation, and he still keeps on going, his dark eyes burning into me.

"I told you, Nolan, I'm not stopping until I have every fucking part of you, every last drop of cum. And there's still plenty left in you."

I'm babbling incoherently now, twisting my body as much as I can, trying to get away, trying to push down onto it. Then the excruciating pleasure builds again, my body rolls, and he forces another orgasm out of me. My cum is limp this time, oozing out in a pathetic stream. And I sag in my bonds. That must be it, I can't have any more left in me.

I collapse back on the bed, my body uncoiling as the last orgasm burns through me. I expect him to stop, for his hands to still, and release me.

But he doesn't. I open my eyes again and look at him between my spread legs. He holds my eyes as he keeps on going.

"You've got one more left in you," he says.

"Please. I can't . . . please. Fuck," I say, ragged and wet as tears stream down my face.

"If you want to stop, say the safeword."

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. No, I'm not tapping out.

He keeps on plowing into me and my cock slowly, agonizingly, stiffens again. As he's sliding the dildo in and out he lets go of my cock and fiddles with the base of the toy. The next moment I'm crying out as it vibrates against my prostate, shooting electricity through me, singeing every nerve ending. He goes back to pumping my aching dick, and the head of the dildo slides across my prostate, milking me. My muscles clench, my limbs shudder, and my last load of cum oozes out and dribbles across his fingers as I shake and moan.

He releases my cock and leans forward between my legs. He runs his tongue up the length of my torso, lapping at the cum drenching me.

"I want to kiss you. Please," I say in a shuddering whisper.

He doesn't even hesitate. He leans down and presses his lips against mine, and as my body rolls and twitches, I push my tongue between his lips, tasting the salty tang there, and sigh.