Chapter 30 Cum For Daddy
Rafe’s POV
The second our eyes met, a dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Now…on your knees, pretty boy,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Put your hands behind your back.”
I hesitated for a moment, every part of my brain trying to process what he’d just said. “W…wait,” I managed to speak, my voice still rough from pleasure. “This is too fast. I didn’t come here for—”
Before I could finish the sentence, he stood up abruptly. His hand shot out, fingers digging into my jaw as he forced my head up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes.
“Shut the fuck up…” he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a low, filthy growl that sent shivers through me. “And put your hands behind your back. Now.”
Without waiting for my response, he disappeared for a moment and returned with a worn leather belt. The next thing I felt was his hands wrapping around my wrists, tight enough that I couldn’t break free even if I wanted to.
“Good boy,” he murmured, stroking my cheek almost tenderly before slapping it lightly. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”
He didn't give me a chance to react as he gripped my jaw, forced my lips apart, and pushed his cock back inside. This time he fucked my face with deep, punishing thrusts, holding my head still until he buried himself to the hilt.
I gagged in protest, tears spilling down my cheeks, but my own cock throbbed painfully between my legs. Then, he pulled it out suddenly, leaving me desperate and gasping.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Before I could say a word, he began dragging me up by the belt binding my wrists, and pushed me into the tiny bedroom. The mattress was bare except for a white bedsheet covering it. He shoved me face-down onto it, my two bound hands trapped beneath my stomach.
“Your fucking ass up. Now!”
I obeyed immediately, my knees spreading wide before my brain could think twice about it. He opened a drawer next to him and brought out a small bottle of lube and a thick black plug.
Then, without warning, two rough fingers pushed inside my ass, stretching me wide and open enough for his cock to slide in
“Fuck…slow down—”
SMACK!
He slapped my ass hard before I could finish, the sting forcing a shameless moan out of me. “You don’t give orders here,” he growled. “You take what I give you.”
His hands pulled me open roughly until I was panting and grinding back against his fingers like a whore. Then the plug replaced them — thick, unyielding, pressing against my prostate with every tiny shift of my hips.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with must. “All tied up in my apartment and leaking for a man whose name you don’t even know.”
He didn't give me the chance to recover one bit, his hands pulled me forcefully to face him. He climbed between my spread thighs, lined up his cock, and thrust in deep in one brutal stroke.
“Fuck!!”
The words ripped out of me instantly, pain and pleasure mixing as the plug and his cock stretched me to the limit. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, his cock thrusting hard and fast with punishing force.
Every thrust drove the plug deeper against my prostate, sending electric shocks through my body.
“Such a tight little slut,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around my throat, choking my neck hard enough to make my vision spark. “Taking my cock so well. Bet that boyfriend of yours never fucks you like this.”
He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to leave marks. “Say it! Tell me how much you love being fucked by me.”
“I…fuck…I love it,” I gasped, hips bucking up to meet his brutal thrusts. “Fuck me harder…please—”
He obliged, pounding into me relentlessly now, the belt digging painfully into my wrists with every brutal thrust as a constant reminder that I was completely at his mercy.
The sheer force of his brutal thrusts sent the bed frame slamming rhythmically against the wall, matching the savage pace of his hips. I was so fucking close to shattering completely, my cock leaking steadily with pre-cum onto my stomach.
“Ahh… fuck… mmm…shit, I’m so close,” the shameless moan tore out of me, my voice ragged and desperate. “Nnh… ahhn… hah… oh god—”
“Uhh… yes… mmmph…gonna cum… ahh!” Each shameless moan began to echo loudly through the entire apartment, my body trembling with every brutal thrust of his cock inside my ass.
But then, he suddenly slowed, grinding deep instead of thrusting, his thick cock dragging deliberately over my prostate with every slow roll of his hips.
“Ohhh… fuck… please—” A broken, needy moan tore from my throat, high and shameless. “Don’t stop… I’m so close—”
He leaned down, his lips brushing a shell of my ear as his voice dropped into a filthy growl that vibrated straight to my balls. “Listen to you moaning like a desperate little whore. You love getting your tight ass wrecked, don’t you? Begging for my cock inside you like a desperate slut.”
In one merciless motion, he thrust deep, filling me to the hilt. “That’s it. Moan louder for me, pretty boy…let the whole building hear how much you need this dick stretching you open.”
As if those words snapped something inside him, his thrusts grew faster now, slamming into my ass to the point that I was shaking and desperate. He released my throat and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me together with his deep thrusts.
“Cum for daddy,” he growled, his cock thrusting into my ass in deep and slow circular motions that made stars burst behind my eyes.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train.
“Shawn—!” I cried out as I came hard, thick ropes of cum painting my stomach and chest. Wave after wave crashed through me, my hole clenching violently around his cock and the plug.
He followed next, his hips shaking as he reached his climax, filling the condom deep inside me.
We collapsed together onto the bed, our chests rising and falling heavily, bodies slick with sweat and cum. My wrists were still bound, the plug shifting inside me with every ragged breath.
For a long moment, the only sound heard through the apartment was our heavy breathing. Then, he turned to face me, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“So… who the fuck is Shawn?”