Curious (The Finn Factor 1)

He didn’t waste any more time talking. Jeremy hissed when he felt the cold lube drizzle on his skin. Owen spread his cheeks and held them like that for long, tense minutes, making Jeremy squirm. The quickening sound of his breathing and the rhythmic flexing of his fingers on Jeremy’s ass were the only clues that Owen was struggling to retain control. He muttered incoherently under his breath, and then he was pushing the plug slowly past Jeremy’s resistant muscles and into his ass.

“Oh God,” Jeremy groaned. It felt so different. He’d done this to himself before but now Owen was behind him, controlling him and filling him and it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Owen took his time pushing the plug all the way inside him, and then dragged it out again, inch by agonizing inch. Jeremy strained against his restraints as Owen did it again. And again. And—sweet Jesus—again. So slow it felt like torture. So slow it was going to make him scream. He felt close to snapping in two from the tension and need coiling inside him.

“What the hell, Owen?” he snarled. “You said you knew what you were doing.”

He flinched as he heard the crack of the palm on his hip before he felt it. God, he must be truly twisted around by his desire because that sting felt good.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Owen pressed the plug inside him again. “Do you like this, Jeremy? I’m hard again. Hell, I’m impressed. No little blue pill required. All I need to do is think about taking out this plug and fucking you until neither one of us can walk. I haven’t been this horny since I was thirteen and read my first Penthouse.” He pulled the plug back until only the tip was inside him. “Answer my question or I’ll stop. Do you like it?”

Jeremy didn’t want to answer. Didn’t want to admit to it.

Another hard smack against his hip in the same spot pulled a sound of pleasure from deep inside his chest. Fuck. Why did that feel good?

Owen laughed wickedly and spanked his ass with a force and speed that knocked the breath out of Jeremy’s lungs. He wouldn’t cry out. He wouldn’t beg for more. He couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips. Couldn’t stop his body from lifting to meet each blow.

“You don’t like this either, do you? I’ve never seen someone more in need of a spanking. You know what I think, Jeremy? I think you could take more than I’ve ever been able to give anyone else. I think I could break my favorite paddle on your ass and you’d fucking enjoy it.”

“Never gonna happen,” Jeremy growled. But when Owen’s palm landed hard on his ass again, he couldn’t deny his body’s reaction.

“Never say never.” He stopped. “Let me ask you again. Do you like it? Or should I untie you and call it a day?”

“Damn it.” Jeremy looked over his shoulder at Owen. “I’d rather be fucking. I’d rather be the one doing the fucking.”

Owen shook his head. “This isn’t a contest, it’s a question.”

“Isn’t it?” He gasped when Owen began to use more force with the plug, pushing it in harder. Pulling it out faster. Making it impossible to think. “God. You tied me up because I made you beg, now you want me to—Oh, fuck, Owen.”

Owen pressed his cock on Jeremy’s ass and rocked his hips in time with the plug. Jeremy could almost imagine Owen was fucking him. He wanted Owen to fuck him.

Yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard I scream. Now while I’m bound and can’t stop you. You know how bad I need it. Spank me again and make me take it.

Jeremy bit his lip so hard he tasted blood.

“Tell me you like it,” Owen repeated raggedly.

“My dick is ready to stab a hole in the damn mattress. Does that answer your question? I need to come, Owen.”

“At least say please.”

“Fuck off.”

“Please.”

Jeremy banged his head onto the mattress with a shout as Owen used the plug ruthlessly. God it was good. He was so hard. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to beg. He had to beg. “Please, Owen. Let me come.”

“That’s all I wanted.” Owen filled his ass with the plug until it was all the way in, making Jeremy groan. Then he crawled up onto the bed, dragging Jeremy with him toward the middle of the mattress. “On your side,” he ordered sharply.

Jeremy could hardly move, the bindings making him feel totally out of control as Owen shoved him onto his side and aligned their bodies in the sixty-nine position that he loved, his cock inches away from Jeremy’s mouth.

“You want to come? So do I. Suck me,” Owen demanded. “I want us to come together this time.”