The King (The Original Sinners: White Years, #2)(106)

With a dozen vicious bites, Kingsley worked his way down Justin’s body. When Kingsley took his cock into his mouth, Justin groaned and dug his fingers into the sheets. Even now Kingsley wasn’t gentle. He made Justin gasp with the mix of pleasure and pain from the force of the sucking.

He pulled back before Justin could come and sat up on his knees. With his foot on Justin’s hip, Kingsley kicked him onto his stomach. In seconds he’d stripped him completely naked.

Again he gripped his hair at the nape of his neck, pinning him into place.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kingsley asked. “Being treated like property? Being used?”

“Yes,” Justin whispered, his mouth against the red sheets. “You want me to use you?”

“I want you to do everything to me you want.” “You want me to f*ck you?” Kingsley demanded. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me. Please…”

Kingsley heard the desperation in his voice.

“I might make you regret asking for that.”

“I’ll only regret what you don’t do to me,” he said. And for that sentiment alone, Kingsley decided to f*ck Justin all night long.

He moved off the bed and pulled a case from underneath it. He unlatched it and pulled out a set of heavy stainless-steel handcuffs. He took out a plug and lube. Condoms were on the bedside table. Everything he needed for a night of sin.

Without asking permission first, Kingsley clapped the handcuffs on to Justin’s wrists and locked them behind his back. The sight of this beautiful blond twenty-year-old boy in handcuffs naked on his bed was everything he could have asked for all wrapped up in a stainless-steel bow.

With two wet fingers, Kingsley pushed inside Justin. The boy groaned, and Kingsley smiled behind his back. He opened Justin up—first two fingers and then three. From three fingers to four. He inserted the plug to open Justin up even more. He pushed the boy on to his side and took him in his mouth again. Now he opened his pants and shoved himself into Justin’s mouth. The boy choked a little at first but soon his throat opened, and he licked and kissed Kingsley as eagerly as Kingsley sucked and licked and kissed him. Lost in the mutual pleasure, Kingsley forgot everything. He forgot why he’d gone to the M?bius tonight, forgot what he looked for there, forgot the pain of knowing he didn’t find it. He pulled back and knelt at Justin’s head. Kingsley watched while Justin, with his eyes closed, sucked him deep. He’d promised to be rough with the boy, but it was a gentle hand that ran through his pale hair and caressed his face with his fingertips.

“Please,” Justin whispered.

Without a word, Kingsley pushed him back on to his stomach, took the plug out of him and rolled on a condom. He entered Justin slowly, wanting to enjoy every second of sinking deep and being surrounded and held by his inner muscles. After a few strokes, Kingsley was all the way in. He gripped the boy’s shoulders and pounded into him with all his strength. He thought of nothing, remembered nothing, but felt everything. His strokes were long and aggressive, his hands relentless. And beneath him Justin moaned and breathed and begged for more.

Kingsley bent low over him and pressed rough kisses into his shoulders and spine. Kisses and bites, bites and kisses. Pleasure and pain. Pain and pleasure. This was what he lived for, what they all lived for. His climax built and Kingsley didn’t fight it. With his mouth against Justin’s ear he came in silence, which increased the intensity of the orgasm. Once the spasms passed, Kingsley stayed inside him but only long enough to take the handcuffs off. He pulled out carefully, and Justin rolled on to his back.

“Come for me,” Kingsley ordered. “I want to watch.”

Justin took himself in hand and stroked upward. It didn’t take long before his own semen spurted against his naked heaving chest. Kingsley was hard again from watching. After putting on a new condom, Kingsley pushed back into him and thrust again, slower this time, more carefully. Justin wrapped his arms around Kingsley’s back and they kissed. Their tongues mingled and their lips met, and for now everything was right in his world. As long as Kingsley stayed inside this boy, everything was fine.

Kingsley stopped f*cking long enough to pull the sheets down, undress completely, and settle Justin against his pillows. He wanted this erotic oblivion to last all night.

They f*cked again, slower this time. And although it scared him, the desire overrode the fear, and Kingsley let Justin inside him. Afterward, Kingsley beat Justin raw with a f logger and cane. He took pain like a professional, like he was born for it. When their need and hunger for each other was finally spent, they stood in the shower together, Justin’s back against the wall, Kingsley’s mouth on his mouth as the burning water beat down on them and the steam soothed the soreness the sex had worked on them.

“Will you do something to me?” Justin whispered into Kingsley’s lips.

“Anything.”

Justin didn’t tell him. He didn’t have to. Justin knelt in the shower and offered his back to Kingsley. Not even S?ren had been sadistic enough to relieve himself onto Kingsley. That made it all the more enjoyable for Kingsley to mark Justin as the hot water poured down on to both of them.

Kingsley sent Justin to bed after the shower. He smiled at the sight of that blond head on his pillow. For the first time Kingsley realized five whole hours had passed, and he hadn’t thought once about Sam. A good sign.