God, I loved it when he said that. I wanted to tattoo him with Property of Kyle and let everyone know he was mine. Totally insane—but that was how he’d always made me feel, and I didn’t want it to change. The way he responded and never hid how I made him feel was incredible. I’d never experienced anything like it.

He was my addiction.

I finally got what people meant when they talked about cigarettes or drugs. I’d always had enough shit going on that I’d never felt the need to add other problems to my life. I was starting to understand that feeling.

I wasn’t going to give him up without a fight.

Not for his parents or mine. Not for anything. How many times in your life did you meet someone who was perfect for you? Someone who opened you up to parts of yourself that you’d never expected to see? Someone who wanted you so desperately that they opened all the crazy parts of themselves for you to see?

“I haven’t forgotten what you need, slut.” Even to me, I sounded dark and aroused.

Giving his ass another swat while a shiver went through him, I growled low. “Stop that. Do you get to play with yourself?”

His hips stilled, but he looked confused. “Rubbing your little cock on my leg, slut. Do you get to come like that?”

Still looking at me with that lost expression, it took him a minute to find his brain. “No. Not without being told to.”

Oh, that sounded hot.

“Is that what you want, slut? Do you want to rut against my leg until you come? Show me just how needy you are? What a dirty boy you are?”

His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. Finally, a breathy moan escaped. “Sir.”

That one word was all he could manage. It was enough for me to know how erotic he found the idea though. “Show me, slut.” I shifted so I could slide one leg between his. He’d loved being trapped against the wall like that. I wanted to see if he would like this just as much.

Pulling his body tightly against mine, his crotch started slowly rubbing high against my leg. The height difference would make some positions harder for us, but it was perfect in that moment. Letting my fingers dig into the muscles of his ass, I encouraged him to go faster. I wanted to see him lost in pleasure and embarrassment.

“Faster. I know you want more than that. Show me how needy you are.” My voice was demanding and almost cruel, but I knew how much he loved it. He sank deeper into that blissful place inside him and he ground himself against me harder and faster. Completely lost to anything but the pleasure and the humiliation.

My beautiful slut.

Shaking and moaning so loud I had to kiss him to swallow the perfect sound, he was coming completely unraveled. I wasn’t done with him yet though. One day I would make him finish like that though because watching him, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

When I reached down and stopped his hips, his pleading whine was almost musical. I loved making him crazy. I was going to make him even more nuts before we were done. “On the bed, slut. Go lie down.”

Keeping my voice low, I had to repeat myself twice before the words broke through to reach wherever his brain had gone. It took him even longer to make his body behave and move toward the bed. I just watched, my grin probably a little wicked because he was cute, and I knew his reactions were only going to get better.

When he reached the bed, he scrambled up then looked over at me for instructions. “Lay down in the middle.”

As he situated himself, face up and still on the bed, I started to walk over slowly. He watched me like I was a lion and he was some kind of rabbit but that wasn’t the way I was going to eat him. He was close though.

Crawling up, I stretched out over him on all fours, letting him feel even smaller and probably helpless. Another sexy shiver raced through him and his breathing came out in little pants. I watched him for a moment, and something had him getting even more excited because he squeaked out a whimper, and his hips thrust up again but this time, there wasn’t anything to press against.

“Bad slut.”

He moaned, low and desperate. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”

I felt almost cruel, but it was tempered with the need to make him fly with pleasure. Days ago I would have worried about it, but I was done questioning how he made me feel. “Good boy.”

His muscles jerked and spasmed. I would have thought he’d come, but he just shook and his back strained, his hands desperately gripping the bedcovers. “You can’t come yet.”

“Yes, Sir. I won’t. I’ll be good.”

Moving down his body, I wanted those to be the last sentences that he would be able to say coherently. I was going to blow his mind. Kneeling over his legs, I reached out for the button on his jeans. Closing his eyes as I pulled down the zipper, he started breathing fast in shallow puffs and I thought he might hyperventilate.

“Slowly. I can’t let you come if you’re being naughty.” His eyes snapped open, and he made a conscious effort to steady his reactions. “Good boy.”

We had safewords. I was trusting him to use them or at least let me see if something was wrong. At that moment, all I could see in him was nervous excitement and need, so I kept going. Pulling his pants and underwear down with one jerk, I saw how hard he was, precum making his dick wet.

I tossed his jeans to the floor but I kept his underwear. The white briefs should have looked innocent but wet with precum, they looked naughty and I knew he’d be embarrassed. His face flushed red but his cock never softened. If anything, he got even harder.

“Such a bad boy. Getting your clothes all dirty and wet.” His face got even redder but his hips thrust up and his cock jerked, drawing my attention back to the wet tip. “Naughty slut. Only dirty boys walk around with erections in their pants.”

I brought one hand down to stroke the length of his cock and he started to shake again. He was going to come at any minute, but not before I got to play with what I’d been fantasizing about. His pretty little cock.

Moving down his body, I pushed his legs apart and spread him wide. Being open to me must’ve pushed his buttons too, because every reaction was magnified. He watched me and I felt like that lion again, lying down to devour the timid rabbit.

Aggressively moving his legs apart even wider, I pushed them up until they were cradled against his chest and he automatically moved his hands to hold them. Vulnerable and exposed, he only looked more beautiful.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t matter to him. Licking the tender skin under his balls, I flicked my tongue back and forth over his taint. I’d almost lick his clenched hole then I’d come back up and tease at the underside of his balls. Never giving him exactly what he wanted.

When his moans were getting loud enough that I was worried his parents would hear, I brought my head up. “You’re a loud little slut. Grab the pillow so I don’t have to stop playing. If I have to stop using my slut because you’re too loud, you’ll be punished.”

That didn’t seem to make him any quieter; the threat just turned him on even more, but he did grab one of the pillows off his bed and bring it over to muffle the sounds. Going back to exploring him, I slid my hands under his ass and lifted him off the bed slightly. The angle was easier on my neck but it also seemed to make Nick even crazier.

My dirty slut loved being on display and was begging for more. I wasn’t going to rush though. I never quite rimmed him but I got close enough that I could tell how much he was going to like it when I actually did it. Running my tongue around his balls, I moved up to tease around his shaft.

Little nibbles made him shake, and tender kisses had him pleading for things that didn’t make sense. It was random words and needy sounds that made him seem desperate—like he’d do anything as long as he got to orgasm.

When I finally ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, I thought he’d fly right off the bed. The pillow didn’t even muffle all the noises flooding out of him. Licking the head, I pressed into his slit with the tip of my tongue and he made strangled noises like I was killing him slowly.

Beautiful.

Kissing down his length and working my way back up, I kept him hard and on the edge for longer than we had time for, but I couldn’t stop myself. Making him beg and plead while he gave everything up to me wasn’t something I ever wanted to rush.

But unfortunately, we had to work.

Bringing my mouth up to the head of his dick, I swallowed him, taking his entire length in my mouth. His small cock and me not having any kind of gag reflex made it easier than I thought it would be. Looking up his body as I worked his cock with my mouth, I saw him staring openmouthed and blushing, pillow pushed to the side.

The small cock thing had to be making him crazy embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Pulling off him, I gave the head another lick and gave him a wicked look. “Your pretty little cock is so small it’s only a mouthful, slut.”

He moaned and the way his muscles clenched had his cock jerking. Not even thinking about it, I leaned down and ran my teeth over the head. “Still.”

He shook and his wide-eyed, frantic look let me know he was done. He started shooting off before I could even get his cock completely inside my mouth again. Swallowing his cum wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be, and I loved the way his whole body convulsed as I sucked his dick into my mouth.

My little pain slut kept orgasming long after the cum had stopped leaking from his dick. He had to be sensitive, but the pain seemed to mix with the pleasure and it kept him going. When I pulled off, his cock was soft and looked well used. Tucked up against his body, it looked even smaller than usual.

I gave him one last lick just because I could and he jerked, but he wasn’t in any state to protest. Nick looked at me. His gaze was warm and loving, but he was lost in the pleasure and he wasn’t responding yet.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t enjoy the feeling for long because we had to get going. I was going to have to work on planning things better next time. And making sure his parents weren’t home would’ve probably been a good idea as well.

I leaned down and sucked his soft, spent cock into my mouth. It brought him back from wherever he’d gone, but it also felt incredible to me. His hard-on was one thing, but his flaccid dick was fun to play with. It fed into that place inside me that wanted to own him.

Nick letting me touch him when he was frantic and needy was perfect, but him giving himself to me when he was completely wrung out and it was just for me felt special…significant. He was mine, and we both knew it.

And so did his mother.

Her voice screamed up from downstairs. “Nicholas! Are you living with that boy in college?”

Shit.

“Shit.” Nick blinked. “Evidently, I got the letter too.”

I smirked. “She needs to stop reading your mail.”

“Well, put that on the list of things to talk to her about. It’ll go right after being nosy and checking on me too often.” He laughed, his head falling back against the bed. “I feel like my body doesn’t work.”

“It’s going to have to.”

“Work.” He sighed. “Remind me that I like work.”

Stretching out over him, I gave him a deep kiss. Taking his mouth, I wanted him to remember what we’d done. When he tasted himself, he startled then sank into the bed, wrapping his arms around me. Before we could get distracted I pulled back, watching as he licked his lips, tasting his cum. It was insanely hot and gave me so many naughty ideas that blowing off work was sounding better and better.

The uncertainty of everything with my parents was the only thing that pushed me off the bed. “You like work. Let’s go before your mother comes looking for you.”

“She’s going to have a cow.” He shuddered and looked toward the window. “Do you think we could make it out that way instead of going down the stairs?”

Laughing, I threw him his pants. “No.” I reached down to adjust my cock. I was so hard it throbbed, but it was going to have to wait—for at least a little while. Nick watched my hands and licked his lips again.

“Little slut. Get dressed.” He blushed but got off the bed and started getting his clothes back on as I explained about the backpack and my stuff. By the time he was dressed and we’d straightened up, his mother was on her way to his room. We met her on the stairs after closing the door to Nick’s bedroom. There hadn’t been a way to cover up the smell of sex and we both figured it would send her even further into orbit.

“I’m late for work, Mom. I haven’t seen any school papers yet. Are you opening my mail?” Nick frowned at her like he was shocked, then we scooted around her and headed toward the door. “I can’t be late. Love you.”

I smiled innocently and waved as we turned the corner and headed out the door. His dad was standing at the door shaking his head. “Leaving me after dropping that bomb on her is mean.”

He didn’t seem angry and Nick snorted, so I wasn’t worried. His family was so different from mine. Nick grinned and shrugged. “Sorry. She needs to stop opening my mail.”

“Yeah, that’s what I should start with. Good idea.” His dad’s sarcastic words had me laughing as Nick dragged us out the door.

“Love you, Dad.” Nick called out then squeezed my hand and looked over at me. I could almost hear the words as if he was saying them to me.

He made me feel so many crazy things. He was my obsession. He was my addiction. He was mine, and I knew that was what we both wanted him to be.