Page 21 of Satan's Naughty List
“You like when I take what I want?” I spit, adding another finger without warning. He nods frantically, his hands balled so tightly they’re paper white. A scream rips through him as I work him over, watching carefully at his body language.
“Yes or no?” I mumble, doing a check in. Another frantic nod confirms that we’re all good. Pumping my fingers roughly, I lean forward and suck his heavy balls into my mouth. He tries to close his legs, but the bar has him spread so widely they don’t even get near each other. Popping off his sac, I lick a line from his asshole to the tip of his cock.
“You’re being such a good boy, it’s almost enough for me to forget how naughty you were.” I coo, planting a kiss to the weeping head. It’s an angry red color, damn near purple from the failed releases. His legs start shaking as I twist my fingers and rub a certain soft spot. Back bowing, his moans get higher and higher…
My fingers fall away from his tight hole just before he busts. The frustration is already seeping from his body as he thrashes.
“Were you close? I had no idea,” I croon mockingly. A slight sob pushes past his gag, tears soak the material of the blindfold. Another check in, he’s good.
Taking my sweet time, I lick from base to tip. He tries to grind upward, forcing his cock into my mouth. I almost let him but decide it’ll defeat the purpose and pull back. Another frustrated grunt from him, and we repeat the process.
Over and over again I use his body how I see fit. Alternating between fucking him with my fingers and sucking him off, I take him to the edge before backing off.
At one point, I take his blindfold off and get a death glare from him. It’s well worth it, because he remains bound and gagged, enjoying the ride.
After bringing him to the edge more times than I can count, I decide I’ve had enough playing.
Sitting on my heels, I reach back and pull my shirt over my head. Pax hums his appreciation for my body as he ogles it. He makes it very well known that he admires what he sees. It’ll give a man an ego boost, that’s for sure.
My belt was undone from before, so all I have to do is pop the button and push them down. Pax sits there with his eyes glued onto my cock, watching as I stroke myself and the trails of the beads of pre-cum that drips from my tip.
“You want that off?” I ask, letting myself go and sauntering over to the bound man. He nods quickly, his eyes pleading with me. “I don’t know, you’ve not been a very good boy today.”
Muffled words pour out from behind the gag. I’ll put him out of his misery. This time. Reaching behind him, I unclasp the material but hold it in place.
“If you talk back, I’ll take my pleasure and forbid you from taking yours until another session. Understood?”
With another quick nod, I remove the slimy silicone. More trails of saliva hang onto the gag as I drag it down his body purposefully. I let the wetness drip down his cock, soaking it for me.
“Please, I need your cock so bad. I want you to fill me up and cum so hard you’ll see stars,” he starts, spewing different pleas for me.
After a few minutes of toying with him, I again decide it’s time for him to get his reward. Even naughty boys get rewards for listening. I pour a generous amount of lube onto myself, rubbing it in and lining myself up. Sinking into him, we both groan our appreciation.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunt, rearing back and snapping my hips forward. Without the muffle, Pax’s moans are louder than ever.
Thrust after thrust, I pound this man into the next week. He takes it and pushes back, thrashing his head back and forth as he chants.
“Yes, yes,” he repeats, eyes slamming shut.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I growl, bending down and biting on neck. They snap open as his mouth drops. “Cum.” The single demand is all he needs.
With a piercing scream, thick ropes of cum spurt out of his hard cock. I wrap my hand around him and pump him harshly. It doesn’t stop as I bring myself to the edge. He continues to cum as his ass flutters and chokes me.
“Shit,” I grunt, my hips stuttering as my movements get sloppy. Finally, my balls draw up, and I detonate. His name explodes from my mouth as I cum harder than I have in a while.
Leaning my head down, we both breathe erratically and try to catch it. Leaning forward, I kiss him softly. Not quite claiming, more of a reassurance.
“That was so fucking good,” he sighs, letting his body mold into the mattress. Chuckling, I reach up and undo the bar and his cuffs. I help bring his arms back down before forcing his hips back into proper position. Some people can get kind of locked up. It’s not happened to him before, but I don’t want to force it and hurt him.
“I love you,” I hum, leaning over again for a quick kiss. He smiles into it, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“I love you too.” Pulling back, he pecks my nose before shoving me off of him. “Now, time for the aftercare!”
Rolling around bed, I open my eyes and stretch. We both must have fallen asleep, because I can hear the club thumping at full blast. People talk loudly outside of the room. Reaching over, I tap the screen and realize it’s been several hours since we came down here. It’s also been a while since either of us heard from Aspen. I’ve not heard from Doc, but that’s pretty usual. She’s a pretty busy woman, so I wouldn’t be surprised. Pax snores softly next to me, the silky smooth sheets encompassing us from our personal scene.
I nudge him gently, and he blinks up, obviously tired. Leaning down, I take his lips with mine in a sweet kiss, one that’s not about power or dominance, but about love and courage.
“What time is it?” He mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
