12. Tristan

TWELVE

Tristan

By the time Dante returns, I'm hanging in the restraints. I don't know how long I've been here, but I've leaked so much precum that there's a puddle on the sheets. My abs are sore from being clenched.

He's naked. Hard. He still looks angry, but I'm too far gone to worry about it. I just want relief. He walks to the cabinet. When I hear the sloppy sound of him lubing his dick, I shudder and leak another squirt of precum.

Please , I beg in my mind. Please.

I feel the mattress dip as he gets up on the bed behind me. My eyes lift to the mirror. I look so filthy like this. Tied up. Cock twitching. Precum running in a long thread from my flushed tip to that puddle on the black sheets.

I make a needy sound when one of Dante's hands tweaks my nipple. His other hand is at my ass. When the vibration increases, my body jerks.

He kneads my ass then moves his hand to my balls. They're so swollen and heavy. I moan as he rolls them in his hand. I arch as he tugs them. I leak some more.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," he whispers as he dips his finger into the puddle. Then he sweeps that finger across my slit. I cry out, jerking forward with desperate need.

He reaches up and releases my bound wrists from the overhead bar. I pitch forward in his hold. He lowers me to the mattress. He tugs my hips up. My ankles are still bound, my legs spread.

The toy is still vibrating as he pulls it from me. My ass clenches and opens, my hole fluttering. I start to whimper and writhe at the awful emptiness.

" Please ," escapes my lips.

The broad, spongy head of Dante's cock presses against my hole. I gasp and tremble as he just holds it there. I start to push back. I need him inside me. I need—

I moan loudly as he pushes into me, stretching my hole wider than the toy did. The penetration goes on and on as I moan and gasp. My fingers claw at the mattress. I strain against my bindings as he makes the slow, torturous glide into me.

I quiet, shuddering, when his pelvis meets my ass. He's breathing hard now too. His fingers are digging into my hips.

One of his hands moves. I feel his fingers at my stretched hole as he explores our point of connection.

"Fuck, that's hot," he says, then he starts fucking me.

It feels so good that I just give myself to it. To him. His cock tunnels into me, his flared cockhead raking against my walls. I cry out every time he grazes my prostate. It's too much.

I scream into the mattress as my orgasm rips through me. Cum explodes from my pulsing cock. I strain and thrash as my body seizes. My ass clenches on Dante's thrusting cock.

I moan and gasp as he keeps fucking me. I spasm at the overstimulation. For a second, I don't like it. Then I start hardening again.

He starts fucking me harder, pistoning into my ass. His heavy balls slap against me. His cock makes sloppy, filthy, delicious sounds inside me.

Holy shit, I'm gonna come again.

Dante was quiet before, but he's making a lot of noise now. He's grunting, almost growling.

My body is strung tight, and the second he shouts, the second his hips snap forward and his cock kicks heavily inside me, I scream through my second orgasm. I buck and thrash as he strains against me. His cock pumps hot cum into my ass, filling me.

When I collapse, twitching and shuddering, still moaning, Dante starts stroking my flank. It's almost tender. I like it.

He pulls out. It makes him grunt and it makes me gasp. My hole clenches on nothing. It's awful, and I almost cry. When he pushes a finger into me, I make a sound of relief.

"There," he whispers. "Is that better?"

" Yes ," I breathe and start to relax.

"Just sleep," he says quietly. "You've had enough."

"Don't leave."

"I won't," he promises.

Then I'm able to let go and drift into the dark.