Chapters (25)
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- Author Bio
- Titles by Silvia Violet
“Bastard!” But Dash was right. Thorne loved it. It wasn’t the pain exactly. It was mostly knowing that Dash was in control, and Thorne was completely willing for him to be. That and the fact that Dash was getting off on his reactions.
Dash stopped spanking him, taking time to rub and knead Thorne’s aching flesh. “You’re nicely reddened. Do you think you can take more?”
“Yes.” He wanted to if that was what Dash wanted.
“Of course you can. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”
That was true, and it terrified Thorne, but he forced out a ragged “yes.” Dash remained still, not giving him any more. He needed to come. “Damn it, take what you want. I promised to pay you, and you’re going to get your weekend’s worth.”
“Fuck, Thorne. I…”
Thorne glanced over his shoulder and looked Dash up and down. Dash’s hard cock strained against his pants.
“What is it? Tell me,” Thorne demanded, not that he could put much authority into his voice when his ass was on fire and he was bent over the bed.
“You’re even more perfect like this than I imagined. Watching you realize how much you love me smacking your ass is just so… I need you.”
Thorne smiled. “Then take me.”
“I said I’d fuck you but…”
“What do you want?” Thorne asked, because whatever it was, he wanted to do it. Pleasing Dash made him so fucking happy, maybe happier than he’d ever been.
Dash smacked his ass a final time, and he let out an undignified yelp. “Up on the bed. On your back. I want to suck you off while your sore ass squirms against the sheets.”
“Fuck yes.” Dash’s mouth around his cock was suddenly the very thing he needed most.
Thorne managed to pull his legs up onto the bed, wincing at how stiff they were and how fucking much his ass hurt now that he was no longer in the heat of the moment.
“You okay?” Dash asked, his voice filled with concern that made Thorne’s chest tighten. He was such a good man. He deserved better than a boring, arrogant asshole.
Thorne turned over and lay on his back, managing not to groan when his ass made contact with the sheets. “I’m fine. Just a little stiff.”
Dash grinned at him. “I’ll loosen you up.”
“I bet you will.”
Dash stretched out by his side and drew circles on his abdomen with his fingertip. “Close your eyes and relax.”
“Do you see this?” Thorne pointed to his cock. “There’s no relaxing with that.”
Dash adjusted his position so his mouth was poised over the tip of Thorne’s cock. “Give it a shot.”
“I’ll give you a shot,” Thorne grumbled. “Of cum right down your throat.”