62. The punishment he asked for (III)
Carl walked into the room later that night to meet a miserable Anderson.
He squinted at him and at first, he was bent on walking past and ignoring him. But as he edged towards the bathroom door, he stopped with a sigh and pirouetted.
“What is the matter?” he asked.
Anderson stared at him in shock. The deep, silky tone of Carl had never carried this much care before. He sighed and stared down dejectedly at the bedsheet again.
Carl’s impatience flared up like a burning forest, but his newly found compassion for Anderson quickly quenched that fire. “Look, if it’s about leaving you earlier, it was just Sam Spears. I went to return everything I had against her. You know, what I used for the blackmail…what made today a success?”
Anderson scoffed bitterly and shook his head. “A success.” He mumbled to himself, seething with deep, pure hatred for Arnold Pierce and Mitch. “I’m so glad.”
The sarcasm in his tone hit Carl’s face like a whiplash. His frown deepened and he crossed the room to Anderson’s bed, “Fucking cheer up, man. The hell is wrong with you?” he demanded, expecting Anderson to flinch at the harshness of his tone, but…he didn’t.
Like a statue, he just sat still and did nothing. Carl pressed his lips together and squeezed his fists in anger. “Fine. This is about Arnold, isn’t it? You’re worried about what he’ll do, huh?” he asked and for the first time since Anderson had moved in, Carl sat on his bed. “I told you that you have to be smart here. I know that Arnold’s mother is a surrogate.”
Anderson’s eyes flickered with surprise and Carl nodded.
“Yup. The heir to the Pierce’s dynasty was given birth to by a surrogate mother. Imagine how much that would shake the media.” He remarked and rose to his feet, glaring down at Anderson, “Arnold is no fool. He will hand over whatever evidence he has to me if he doesn’t want his drunk ass dad breathing down his neck like a fucking dragon. Now, stop being a whimpering bitch unless you want me to fuck some sense into you.”
Anderson’s stomach churned and for the first time that evening, a sizzle of excitement coursed through his body, making him writhe uncomfortably. In this state, what else would fix him but a good fuck?
The last thing he wanted to think about was Buck, or Mr. Brimmer. He had failed both of them woefully and he had a daunting feeling that his excuses won’t matter to them. Mr. Brimmer had played his own part meanwhile Anderson had fallen short of expectations and it was supposed to be the first time!
He heaved a long, dreadful sigh. “What the hell do you think I want if not that?”
Carl squinted back at him in surprise, only craning his head, “You’ve grown some balls, Anderson.” He remarked and almost chuckled.
“And I want yours in my mouth.”
Carl felt a shiver run through his spine when Anderson’s words registered in his mind. He had never imagined a feeble Anderson’s tone would sound so deep, inexcusable and to an extent…desperate and almost implacable.
Anderson’s blue eyes shimmered from under his eyelids, meeting Carl’s gaze that had suddenly flamed into a consuming, resplendent fire that licked the surface of his sclera. Anderson rose to his knees, his eyes holding a record for the longest time without breaking Carl’s gaze. He held his arms out, clamping his wrists together and he took a deep breath. His heartbeat was pulsing throughout his chest.
His heart desperately yearned for Carl’s rough touches, his body craved his hot kisses and sharp bites. His merciless fingernails and ruthless thrusts. His dark eyes that seemed to pierce into one’s soul and those blood-curdling grunts of his whenever he was balls-deep into Anderson’s ass. His commands and even the stinging effects of his palms on his ass cheeks. Anderson wanted it all.
“Don’t hold back, Carl…don’t hold back, Nico. Take me tonight and be relentless with it.”
His words fanned the desire in Carl into a conflagration. His arm shot out and grasped Anderson’s neck in a ruthless grip. His dick bulged uncomfortably in his pants, struggling to be set free. He squeezed, enjoying the way Anderson’s eyes bulged out slightly and the veins that crawled around his temples like little skin-woven snakes.
“You’ve been a good boy today,” Carl drawled, his thumb caressing the veins slightly below his jaw, “so how could I possibly-”
“Regardless!” Anderson’s strangled voice coughed, “Do it, Nico. Do it to me…everything!”
Carl shoved him back on the bed and climbed over his body. He leant over him and brushed his lips against his. Anderson’s lips parted, but Carl pulled back at the last second. He regaled in the frustration that was written all over Anderson’s face. He smirked and crushed his lips on Anderson’s again, digging his tongue down his throat while his hand snooped into his pants and pulled out his erect cock. He squeezed hard and Anderson’s moans wafted into his ears, deep and urgent.
He bit Anderson’s lower lip hard and the latter’s body squirmed in a broil of pain and pleasure under Carl’s body. Carl repeated this a few times and by the time he climbed off Anderson, the latter was a complete mess. He smirked and strolled to his wardrobe.
“Before I turn around, strip.”
Anderson didn’t need to be told. He kicked his trousers off and quickly undid the buttons of his shirt. Nothing in the world was going to make him more complete than Carl’s dick. He planned to enjoy this night better than he ever did. As much as he wanted to please Carl, his body ached to be content and relieved also.
He was lying completely naked by the time Carl turned around.
Carl returned to his bed with a blindfold and a candle. Anderson swallowed and a brief wave of hesitation made his breath bitch, but he was determined to push through with this.
“Lay on your stomach.” Carl said.
Anderson turned over.
Carl spread his legs apart and knelt between them. The blindfold went around Anderson’s eyes and he gasped; just the hesitant reaction Carl wanted. For a few seconds, Anderson heard nothing, nor did he feel anything and he wondered what the candle was for. He understood when a scorching pain melted into his skin. He gasped sharply and his body squirmed in pain.
The candle wax formed on the spot on his pack a few seconds later, but the cooling feeling was instantly replaced by another drop of the burning fluid. He yelped in pain when Carl dropped the candle wax on his left butt cheek, but Carl’s hand was quick, enclosing his mouth and suppressing his scream.
“Easy now, pretty boy.” His husky tone made Anderson’s body shiver and he panted when Carl bit his ear and nibbled on it softly. Carl spread his legs wider and placed the tip of his huge dick on Anderson’s butthole. “This is gonna hurt, doll.”
Anderson’s eyes tore open when Carl shoved his dick excruciatingly into him. No lube, not even his saliva, just raw, hard and rough, straight into Anderson’s ass hole. Anderson’s legs shook violently and his moans came out in raspy stammers.
“F-F-Fuckkkk!” he huffed, “Oh my…argghhh…f-fuck!”
“Yeah…you love that, huh?” Carl breathed down his neck again, thrusting into him even though it felt rough at first. He spanked Anderson’s ass hard and allowed a hot drop of candle wax burn the same spot he had just spanked.
“Oh fuck!” Anderson’s breathless moans rippled through the air, “Fuck…damn, that dick is going to rip me…the fuck…apart! Oh-fuck…yes.”
One second and Carl was thrusting into him, the next, he heard the door to their bedroom swing open. For the next three seconds, Anderson was oblivious to what happened, but his heart was racing. He felt Carl pull out of him and his body trembled again. Then, he felt a cool wind bristle past his ass cheeks and a hard thud on the floor made him gasp.
The door was slammed shut the next second and Anderson immediately ripped off the blindfold.
“*Oh my God!*” he yelled the moment he stared at the floor.
His body trembled with trepidation and his eyes refused to believe what they saw. He stared at Carl in disbelief.
Carl, standing tall, was sweating profusely. and breathing heavily while he stared down at the body.