Back Stronghold
Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
  34. 7
  35. 8
  36. 9
  37. 10
  38. 11
  39. 12
  40. 13
  41. 14
  42. 15
  43. 16
  44. 17
  45. 18
  46. 19
  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
  51. 1
  52. 2
  53. 3
  54. 4
  55. 5
  56. 6
  57. 7
  58. 8
  59. 9
  60. 10
  61. 11
  62. 12
  63. 13
  64. 14
  65. 15
  66. 16
  67. 17
  68. 18
  69. 19
  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
  74. Don't miss out!

“A bit,” he admitted, and then groaned as she took his cock in her hand again, pumping the straining organ. His hips pushed up, seeking more of the stimulation, only to be pulled back down when her other hand grasped his balls and tugged—not entirely gently. Pained pleasure shot up his spine as his ass thudded back down on the carpet. Olivia rolled his balls in her hand, squeezing just hard enough to make little beads of sweat pop out on his forehead, his fingers gripping each other beneath his head to keep from reaching down and trying to protect his jewels—and yet his cock was harder than ever. “Fuck!”

Olivia chuckled as he started to pant, one hand still working his cock, the other squeezing and rolling the tender balls in his sack. It felt almost too painful to feel good... almost. But because her careful movements never quite crossed the line to actually hurting, it felt fucking phenomenal.

When she released both hands at once, Luke cried out. His balls were aching pleasantly from the rough play, his cock throbbing with the need to cum.

She was definitely a sadist.

Something wrapped around his balls, right where they met his body, and held. Not tightly. Just enough that he could feel it. Very gently. A sharp contrast to the way she’d just been manipulating his poor sack.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Just a rubber band,” Olivia said, stroking his sack with careful fingers. “It’s only doubled over so it won’t restrict your blood flow much—just enough to make your balls a little more sensitive.”

Luke regretted asking. Her tone implied she was saying something reassuring, but putting ‘rubber band’ and ‘your balls’ together in the same sentence just sounded fucking terrifying. Letting out a small laugh at his expression, she flipped open the cap on a little tube she’d brought over, which Luke quickly realized was lube as she spread it on her fingers.

Wrapping her hand around his cock again, she began to stroke with her now slippery palm.

“If you don’t like it, all you have to do is say ‘red,’” she practically purred at him, working her hand up and down his dick. Luke whimpered.

That felt... incredible. The band around his balls didn’t hurt, but it did seem to amplify the sensation of her slick hand pumping on his dick, the brush of her fingers from her other hand over the already sensitive skin. And when her slick fingers from the hand not around his cock began to rub lube on the crinkled star of his ass, his hips bucked and his balls bounced, sending little starbursts of sensation through him. Pleasure? Pain? He wasn’t even sure anymore.