10

-North-

HIS FINGERSdig into my aching jaw as he holds my head in place, making me stare straight forward at the image of myself in the mirror.

I take in the lewd image of myself. My legs are spread wide, with the red underwear tucked under my cock and balls so they're propped up obscenely on full display. My dick juts out, painfully hard and livid, with a glistening string of precum weeping from the tip. My arms are tied up firmly behind my back, pushing my chest forward and giving me a great view of my nipples, red and swollen from Mal's attention.

The black harness bands across my body like iron bars, tight, constraining, digging into my thighs, hips, chest and neck, and around my upper arms. I've never felt so trapped, and so painfully aroused. I look like something from a porno. My entire body is pink and flushed, shining with sweat. My hair is an absolute mess, my mouth hanging open, and lips wet. My eyes are blown wide and heavy with arousal. I bite down on my lip. I look completely fucked to hell. And I look like a greedy slut who loves it. This is what Mal does to me.

Is this what I always look like when he fucks me? I've never been one to shy away from getting randy, but being forced to watch myself like this, on full display and being taken apart, it's both humiliating and arousing.

Oh god, look at me. I look absolutely ludicrous and there's nothing I can do about it but watch as it gets worse. I have no control. All I can do is watch as it unfurls in front of me like a dirty video. The kind of video that would make me blush. And I am blushing, even as I moan.

Mal is curled around me, dark and controlling, powerful, like a monster over my shoulder. One hand holding my jaw in place, keeping my eyes forward, the other stroking lightly over my trembling cock as my wide eyes drink it all in.

"Look at you," Mal growls into my ear. "You're my slut."

I nod and my reflection's head jerks; jagged, desperate movements.

I am. For him, I am.

"You're going to watch everything as you take my cock like a whore. As I fuck your greedy hole." He gives my cock one hard twist and I gasp, my body rolling in the reflection. "But first, I want you to watch yourself beg for it."

Oh god, I don't need any more prompting than that. My mouth falls open and I plead, needy and desperate. "Please. I need your cock, Mal. Please."

He strokes his hand up my cock again and another dribble of precum oozes from the tip, pooling between my thighs. "Look at your dick leaking all over the place," he says. "You're so fucking desperate."

"Please. Oh, please," my reflection begs.

My face is twisted up with desperate need, and I look kinda pathetic, like I'm about to cry. I close my eyes, but he digs his fingers into my jaw and shakes me.

"Open your fucking eyes, slut. Look."

I open my eyes again, focusing on my own needy face.

"More," he snarls, his hand ghosting over my cock, almost, but not quite making contact. I move my hips uselessly, trying to reach him.

"Oh my god. P-please, Mal, I want you to fuck me so badly. I'm fucking desperate."

Finally, his hand lands and wraps around my dick, and my heart jumps along with my hips.

"Ok. Since you begged so nicely," he murmurs, and I almost melt. "But . . . you closed your eyes when I didn't tell you to, didn't you? So I'm going to take my sweet time." His hand doesn't loosen on my jaw, and my chest rises and falls as I suck in breath. Fuck, why did I close my eyes. I'm so horny I want to cry. My hips grind against his hand, thrusting my dick into his tight grip.

"I'm sorry, Mal, please—"

"Don't move," he cuts me off. He holds his hand there, still, unmoving, just wrapped tightly around my dick. "We have to work on your obedience first."

I groan. The urge to buck my hips into his tight grip and fuck myself with it until I explode is overwhelming. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter. My hips start to shake with the intensity of holding them still and I moan again, helplessly.

Please, fuck, please.

His hand moves, and his grip shifts ever so slightly up the length of my dick, the slowest stroke ever. And fuck, the feeling is so good my head flops back onto his shoulder before he jerks it up again, forcing me to look at myself.

I need more, now. But he slides his hand up slowly, slowly, until he reaches the tip, grips, twists, and then eases back down again. Mirror North is visibly shaking, beads of sweat stand out across my chest with the torture of keeping still.

His hand reaches the base of my cock, and I lose control. My hips buck up on their own, my dick slams into his hand, and the feeling makes my head spin. I try again, but suddenly the grip is gone, and my dick is thrusting up into thin air. I wail and keep thrusting, unable to stop.

"I told you to keep still," Mal snarls. "Stop disobeying me. I'm not touching you again until you do as I say. Do you want me to jerk you off? Or do you want to stay tied up, naked and alone for the rest of the night?"

"No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mal." I shake my head furiously, whimpering and trying to get control over my body again. With some concentration I manage to get my hips to stop, and hold myself still. His dark eyes watch me in the mirror like a hawk.

After what feels like forever, he reaches around again, the sweet grip returns to my cock, and I sigh at the pleasure that blooms through me. I can feel his chest pressed against my back, the rise and fall of his breath, and the hard lump of his erection.

He starts stroking again and this time I somehow manage to hold still as the pace gradually picks up. It's still not enough, though, the sensation just this side of torture.

"Now," he murmurs into my ear, his dark eyes flashing in the mirror. "Come for me."

My eyes snap wide and I look at him in the reflection.

"That's right," he says. "I'm not going any faster. If you want to come, you'll do it because I say so."

I suck in a ragged breath at his words. But it's not enough, I need more.

"I-I can't—"

"You'll come when I fucking tell you to, Nolan," he says, and my reflection shudders uncontrollably. "You'll shoot your load on command like the needy slut you are. Now, come for me."

He keeps up the same pace, and even though it's agonizingly slow I can feel myself tipping over the edge.

"Ah fuck. Fuck, I'm going to—"

He squeezes my jaw, keeping my gaze locked on myself. My mouth falls open as I tip over the edge. My whole body tenses. The lines of my muscles stand out and strain against the straps of the harness. My hips jerk. Then the pleasure rolls through me like a glacial wave, slow and unstoppable. White ropes of cum erupt from my dick, coating Mal's hand and my own spread thighs. My breath stutters as I orgasm in slow rolling ripples that don't stop as he keeps stroking me through it with the same agonizingly slow pace. I tremble under his hand as my cum spills down my thighs and pools in front of me. And all the while, as I gasp and roll through my orgasm, I can't take my eyes off my own twitching cock.

"Good boy," Mal purrs. I whimper between trembling pants as he finally releases my jaw and I collapse back against him, body liquid and spent. He traces the cum on his hand across my belly, up to my throat.

"Now I'm going to make you come again on my cock, Nolan," he growls, hot against the back of my neck. "Do you want that?"

Despite the warm cloud engulfing me, the hairs on my nape stand on end, and I nod loosely.

He hooks his arms around my chest and moves me, repositioning my limp body so that I'm on my knees with my rear in the air and my cheek pressed into the ground. He takes care to pull the mirror around so I can still see myself, ass up, arms bound behind me, so ready to be fucked.

He kneels behind me and eases my underwear down just enough so it cups my ass cheeks, then reaches around and strokes my dick as he fingers my asshole, massaging the muscle around my ring in warm circles before dipping his fingers inside. He curls them and stretches me while I watch in the reflection. With every movement of his hands, my body jumps and twitches, like my skin is alive. I look even more helpless like this—a prisoner to his pleasure. To my pleasure.

He takes his time to work me open bit by bit, pausing to spank my raised ass when the mood takes him. Each time he does, the loud crack echoes through the room, and I jerk and cry out before my back flexes, offering my ass up to him again. So fucking needy. I can see him smiling with satisfaction in the mirror, and the reverence in his face as he takes in my pink ass, smooths his hand over it and then slaps it again with his palm.

He's so preoccupied I could probably close my eyes again without him noticing, but I don't want to. I want to watch as he works me over, makes me sweat and drool. I want to see the way he makes my muscles jump and twitch, the involuntary way my hips push back, presenting myself to him for more, more, more. And I want to see the possessive, ravenous look on his face while he does it.

My dick is rock hard again now, hanging heavy between my spread thighs. Finally, when I'm open enough, I watch, enthralled, as he leans back and pulls out a packet of lube from his back pocket. He has a whole pump bottle of it in his closet on the far side of the room, but he doesn't even want to go that far to get it. He tears the sachet open with his teeth.

He slathers the lube all over my ass, working it into my hole with two fingers, and then wipes the rest onto the length of his cock.

Here it comes. I watch in rapt anticipation as my mouth waters and I try to inch my knees even wider. My hips tip up on their own, ready for him. Needing him.

He stands and strips out of his pants, then slides his top off, standing completely naked in all his glory. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he stands there, letting me take him in.

God he's so fucking tall, towering over me where I'm bent and spread on the floor for him to do with as he wishes. Fully exposed and tied in place. He looks so powerful, the low light of the room glinting off the tight lines of his body, his slim waist, and wide shoulders. His built arms.

And fuck me, his glorious cock. Long and thick with a slight upward curve, and the heavy swell of his balls underneath. I almost forget how to breathe as he takes his dick in his hand and, not taking his eyes off mine, gives it two powerful jerks, the muscles of his thighs and abs twitching.

"Fuck, Mal, I love you," I breathe without even realizing it.

His face falters for a split second and the mask slips. He blinks rapidly, and a slight smile warms his mouth before he represses it quickly with a fierce scowl. But I can still see the shy happiness beneath it.

"I didn't say you could speak," he says, bringing his hand down on my ass again with a crack.

I jerk and hiss, my swollen cock swinging.

"Sorry, Mal," I say, trying to sound like I'm actually sorry and not like I'm loving every damn second of this.

"I think it's time I put you in your place," he growls, taking position behind me.

Fuck, yes please.I don't say it out loud. I don't want to do anything that'll make him delay any more. I try to look suitably scared to keep up the act, but my reflection only looks fucking desperate to have my brains fucked into the floor.

He gets down on his knees and lines his cock up to my asshole. I try to relax, knowing what's coming, but just seeing him taking his place, the size of his cock as it lines up to fuck me, my body tenses in anticipation. I can't take my eyes off it. He holds there for a moment, watching me, knowing exactly what he's doing, and the muscles of my shoulders twitch.

Then he puts one hand on my hip, the other on his cock, and pushes forward. My breath catches and my eyes fly wide as his dick disappears inside me. I stretch around him and go rigid as the burn sizzles through me.

My mouth opens in a silent "ah" as he keeps sliding in, filling me up until his hips press flush against my ass. Mirror North looks like a stranded fish.

Mal's ass muscles clench as he draws back out slowly, before pushing back in again. He looks furious, his eyebrows so low I can barely see his eyes, his mouth twisted into a snarl, the cords in his neck standing out. All I can do is watch and take it as he thrusts into me, curving his cock into my body with increasing speed.

"Fuck, North, you feel so good," he grits out.

He reaches around and grabs my cock again. I make a low moaning noise as he jerks it roughly in time with his thrusts, snapping my hips in time with his, meeting each thrust, as bolts of hot pleasure shoot through my core to gather and pool in my belly.

He gets faster and faster, driving me into the floor harder and harder until each thrust pushes me forward. My eyes are heavy-lidded, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. I barely recognize myself in my reflection as my body judders, my ass cheeks bouncing. A line of drool wets my lips and tears leak from my eyes.

Mal's face screws up as he slams into me, and the silent cry mirrors my own. Then he hits that spot that makes sparks fly, and his hips start to jackhammer. He folds over me, shoves a finger into my mouth and I suck greedily like my life depends on it. He bites down on my shoulder, hard enough for the pain to shoot through me and straight to my dick.

I cry out as I come, hard. My dick jerks and the orgasm engulfs me, making every muscle in my body strain. My reflection shifts out of focus as my eyes roll back and everything goes fuzzy.

I can hear a low, strangled moan that continues while my body jerks, but I don't know who the noise is coming from. The waves of my orgasm smash through me again and again. My toes curl, my hands fist behind me.

Finally, I come down from the high to find my body still juddering. Mal is still slamming into me, faster and faster. He drops my dick and grips my hips hard enough to bruise, to stop me from sliding to the floor as my body turns to liquid, entirely limp with bliss.

I crack my eyes open and see him ramming into my body. I look completely fucked out, mouth open, a line of drool trailing from my lips, my eyes half-closed, tears streaming.

The muscles of Mal's body stand out as he pounds into me.

Finally, he goes rigid, his entire body tenses, the muscles of his arms and ass standing out as he throws his head back and fills me with his load.

He looks like a fucking god.

I stare as he jerks, grunting, his dark hair falling over his face as his orgasm hits him and his hips stutter to a stop. It's mesmerizing. Then he melts and flops forward over me. Without him holding me up, I flatten out onto the floor, sliding down into a puddle of cum, sweat, and drool. We lie like that, his weight laid out on top of me, pinning me to the floor with my arms between us and my legs spread wide, with his cock still inside me, and our breaths heaving in tandem.

"Fuck," he breathes against my ear.

"Fuck," I rasp back in agreement.