ALEXANDER
"I…..I haven't done this before, so…." Dash trailed off, his chest heaving.
The rapid flutter of his pulse at the side of his neck was hypnotic. For one delicious second, I imagined sinking my teeth into that soft skin, tearing through flesh and artery just to watch the bright red spray across my sheets. How long would it take for him to bleed out on the floor? Thirty seconds? A minute?
But no. I liked my little anomaly alive. I liked his blood pumping hot and frantic *inside* his skin, not spilling uselessly outside it.
The most prominent urge, though, was far more immediate.
I wanted to push my hand into those brown, luscious locks, yank until it felt like I was about to rip the hair from his scalp, watch him wince then shove my cock past those pink, plump lips and force him to struggle, choking and gagging because my sweet little husband definitely had a gag reflex. I would enjoy pushing him right to the edge and holding him there.
"You're scaring me," he whispered.
His words snapped me out of the vivid fantasy. I looked down at him.
Dash was sitting on the very edge of my bed, hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. He looked small. Vulnerable. Perfect.
I took one slow step forward, then another, until I was standing directly in front of him, towering over his seated frame. Without warning, I slid my fingers into those thick, brown locks. The strands were softer than they had any right to be. I scraped my nails over his scalp, slow at first, then tighter, gripping a fistful and tugging just enough to make his head tilt back.
He shivered hard.
A smile curved my lips, the kind that wasn't meant to comfort anyone.
I remembered how sensitive his scalp was. He wasn't pulling away, but I could feel the tension vibrating through him, the fear that I might suddenly yank.
*Oh, sweet one. If only you knew what I really wanted to do to you.*
"Why are you scared?" I asked. It wasn't really a question. Anyone with half a brain would be terrified in my presence when I looked at them like this.
"T-the way you're looking at me," he confessed, voice trembling as I scraped my nails lightly over his scalp. His eyes fluttered closed for a second before snapping open again.
"What way?" I lied smoothly, knowing exactly how I was looking at him like I wanted to devour him whole.
My fingers tightened in his hair, stroking turning more intense, nails dragging harder against his scalp, pulling just enough to make his head tilt back. He let out a small, involuntary moan, soft, breathy, and utterly delicious.
I raised an eyebrow and looked down.
His hand was pressed tightly over his crotch, trying (and failing) to hide the obvious bulge straining against his pants.
I paused, genuinely surprised for half a second.
My little anomaly was *hard* just from me touching his hair.
"Are you hard?" I asked, voice low and flat, but laced with dark amusement.
Dashiell's eyes flew open, wide and panicked. His cheeks flooded with that delicious shade of pink I was becoming addicted to. "N-no!" he squeaked, pressing his hand more firmly over his crotch as if that could hide anything.
The lie was so pathetic it was almost cute.
I chuckled, and my grip in his hair tightened, forcing his head back further so he had no choice but to look up at me.
"Liar," I murmured, leaning down until my face was inches from his. "You're sitting here with my hand in your hair, shaking like a leaf, and your cock is already leaking for me. How *adorable*."
He whimpered, trying to press his thighs together, but I kept him pinned with my hold on his hair.
"I-I'm not…." he started, voice cracking.
"You are," I cut him off, calm and merciless. "And you're going to stay hard while I fuck your throat. Because that's what you offered, isn't it? To make me feel better."
I dragged my thumb across his bottom lip, pressing down slightly, watching it swell under the pressure.
"So be a good boy. Open that pretty mouth and show me how sorry you are for pitying me."
Dash's breath came in short, shaky bursts. His eyes were glassy, fear and arousal mixing so beautifully on his face.
I straightened to my full height, keeping one hand fisted tight in his hair while my other hand moved to my belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the quiet room as I unfastened it, then dragged the zipper down. I pulled out my thick, ten-inch cock already rock-hard, veins prominent, the heavy head flushed dark and glistening with precum at the tip and tapped the heavy head against his plump lower lip.
Dashiell's eyes widened, locked on it like he couldn't look away. His lips parted on a soft, stunned exhale.
A thin string of precum stretched from the tip and smeared across his lower lip.
"Open," I ordered, voice low and commanding. "Wider. I want to feel that throat struggle around me."
Dash's lips parted shakily. His tongue darted out nervously, brushing against the head, and I groaned softly at the wet heat.
"Good boy," I murmured, sliding the thick head past his lips. "Now suck. Use your tongue. If you gag, that's fine. I like it when you choke."
I pushed forward slowly at first, letting him adjust, then gripped his hair tighter and thrust deeper, forcing more of my length into his hot, wet mouth.
Dash made a muffled, choked sound, eyes watering instantly as the head hit the back of his throat.
I didn't pull back.
I wanted to bury myself to the hilt, feel his throat convulse around me, watch his eyes roll back while he fought for air.
Instead, I held him there, hips rocking shallowly, watching with dark satisfaction as tears spilled down his flushed cheeks and his hands clutched desperately at my thighs.
"Look at me," I said coldly.
His teary eyes lifted to mine, wide and overwhelmed.
"That's it," I praised in that same flat, dangerous tone. "Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck your face. You wanted to make me feel better, little anomaly. This is how you do it."
I started moving faster, thrusting deeper, using his mouth with ruthless control. The wet, obscene sounds of him gagging and slurping filled the room, mixed with his desperate little whimpers.
Every time he choked, every time fresh tears rolled down his face, a dark thrill shot through me.
My sweet, innocent little husband, on his knees, mouth stuffed full of my cock, crying and struggling… and still so fucking hard for it.
Perfect.
I tightened my grip in his hair and pushed even deeper, holding him there until his throat convulsed around me.
"You're doing so well," I murmured, voice calm even as I fucked his face harder. "Such a good little cocksucker already. Keep going. I'm not stopping until I've used every inch of this pretty throat."
Dash whimpered around my cock, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
I smiled…..this was going to be a very long night.