On Your Knees, Prospect (Kings of Hell MC 3)

“That’s so hot, Laurent.”

“I-I f-feel you’re not getting as much as I am out of this,” he uttered as Beast drilled the toy into him, slowly turning his mind into mush already. Soon enough, thinking logically would be much too hard, and already Laurent’s body was focusing on pleasure only.

Beast pressed a long, sensual kiss to the skin above Laurent’s ass and maneuvered the toy in deeper, pushing its odd shape through Laurent’s heated insides. It was impossible to keep still when Beast’s knuckles, so rough and firm, pressed against Laurent’s buttocks, and the toy rubbed him on the inside at such an unusual angle.

“Oh, I’m getting lots of enjoyment from this. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, Laurent, and you are mine. You’re spreading your legs for me so that I can play with you.”

The words made Laurent’s breath even shallower, and they put Laurent’s mind to rest enough for him to forget logic and focus on the way the toy pressed at his insides, making him moan. Knowing Beast’s face was so close only spiked Laurent’s excitement, and being in cuffs, on show for his man, made his cock throb against the sheets. No one else could see him like this. Only Beast.

“And I wonder how you’re gonna like...”

The toy came to life, exploding with vibrations that teased Laurent’s sphincter and traveled far deeper, to the center of Laurent’s body where they dispersed, turning him into mush. And that was even before Beast moved the toy and rubbed it against Laurent’s prostate. It was as if his balls were being sucked without being physically touched.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Laurent’s hips bucked, and he was quickly becoming a trembling mass of limbs, shuddering in tune with the toy, which Beast mercilessly rocked back and forth. Each time it pressed against the pleasure spot inside and made Laurent forget the world around him. His sole focus turned inwards, to the electrical sparks of arousal jolting to his cock every time Beast forced this new pleasure on him.

Laurent was far from complaining though. He moaned and rocked his hips to a rhythm that was turning him into a slave to lust.

Beast tugged on Laurent’s shoulder, and he was helpless to resist. Once again on his back yet with the toy still deep inside him, still sending shudders through the depths of his body, Laurent looked back at Beast’s smiling yet flushed face.

“That’s it. You can’t help it. I’m in control of your body now,” Beast whispered and swatted the side of Laurent’s thigh before grabbing the handle of the toy and pushing it against Laurent’s pleasure spot again. The jolt of sensation had Laurent’s dick twitching and drooling against his stomach.

He let out helpless moans each time the vibrating toy pressed harder. He didn’t even care how wanton he looked with the hair in his face, face red, and cock begging for touch. It was true. He was wanton. His ass kept clenching over that heavenly invention, and he could hardly believe how something this small could affect him so much.

Laurent raised his hips off the mattress, tensing his calves, curling his toes, and gasping for air. His surrender was complete. With the toy buzzing away as if it could go on pleasuring Laurent forever, he watched the only other focus he had left.

Beast. His husband. His lover.

Beast gave a trembling gasp. “I hope you know what this means, my dear husband,” he said just as something unbelievably soft and light glided its way up Laurent’s balls, all the way to the damp tip of his cock. “We are buying more toys, because I will pay good money to see you like this.”

The unstoppable tremble in Laurent’s lips made it hard to speak, but he still managed to rasp out, “More. More touch.” What had he become? He was down to begging. But the touch of the feather was mere teasing when what he needed was Beast’s firm grip on his cock. He couldn’t even find a sliver of shame left in him when the vibrations inside of him were so unbearably arousing and Beast’s words made his mind run rampant with visions of unspeakable filth.

But Beast wouldn’t listen. With Laurent cuffed and helpless, he continued his taunting and swirled the feather all over Laurent’s chest, around his nipples, up to his face, and then between Laurent’s legs, so close to the tender hole that Laurent would have come if Beast hadn’t switched off the vibrations halfway down that road.

“This is my night, Laurent. You don’t get to order me around.”

Laurent whined helplessly, but once the buzzing stopped, he dropped to the mattress, as if his muscles had turned liquid. Panting and sweaty, he probably looked like a mess, but he couldn’t find the energy to care. All he now wanted was his beast of a man on top of him, pushing in, kissing, grabbing in that way only he knew how to.