“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“I want you to, and I want you to know that I’m going to drive this into your ass no matter what.” He brushed his cock over Thorne’s hole. “You got that?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Dash walked away, and Thorne turned his head and watched as Dash donned a condom and slicked himself up.

Thorne dropped his head back down when Dash moved behind him, gripped his ass cheeks, and pulled them apart.

“Look at that ass,” Dash said, sliding a finger inside him. “So ready for me. You need a cock in there so bad, don’t you?”

Thorne tried to pull away as Dash finger-fucked him. He wanted to deny how right Dash was.

“But you don’t like needing me like that, do you?”

“Bastard,” Thorne murmured, but he pushed back against Dash, rubbing his ass on Dash’s cock.

Thorne thought Dash would keep dragging things out, but he gripped Thorne’s hips and thrust into him. Thorne gasped and struggled, fighting to get away while wanting more, wanting to be split in two.

Dash used a hand on Thorne’s back to push him down, hold him, but otherwise he held still. “I… Fuck, I got carried away. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Thorne snarled.

Dash pushed deeper then. Fuck, he was big.

“Still fucking fine now?” he asked, the worry gone from his voice.

Thorne shoved himself back, taking Dash deeper. “Yes, you son of a bitch. I want it all.”

Dash gave it to him. Driving in until he was buried to the balls and then pulling back and doing it again, never giving Thorne time to catch his breath. Thorne’s ass burned, and he tried in vain to break out of his bonds, but he’d never been happier. He wanted more, wanted to be owned. “Fuck me, Dash. I want to come.”

Dash grabbed his wrists and tugged, almost lifting him off the couch. “I say when, not you.”

Thorne struggled, trying his best to break free of the bracelet. “I can’t… I—”

Dash reached around and stroked Thorne’s cock. “Yes, you can. I’m close and so are you, and you’re going to come exactly. When. I. Tell. You. To.” Dash punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

Thorne stopped fighting him then, giving in to his true desire to do anything to please Dash. “Yes!”

Dash fucked him over and over, finding the perfect angle to hit his sweet spot and light him up. Dash’s hand on Thorne’s cock matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Faster. So close. So…

“Come. Now.”

Thorne did. Dash’s words pushed him right over. His body jerked, and he shot over Dash’s hand. Dash kept working him, his slick spunk making it easier. Then Dash shouted, bucked against him, and rode out his own release.

“Fuck,” Dash exhaled as he collapsed against Thorne’s back.