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Daniel had told Armand that he had full consent to wake him up if he wanted him. If Daniel was sleeping and Armand wanted his body it was a no brainer. Wake him the fuck up. A little somno was the spice of life as far as Daniel was concerned.
Armand had taken this news with no firm reply but a small smile that filled Daniel’s chest with excitement and definitely made his pussy wet. Waking up groggy to the pressure and stretch of Armand pushing into his cunt, sinking in deep and taking him hard and fast as Daniel still tried to blink awake? It was enough to drive anyone insane .
So Daniel had gone to sleep that night, stretched out on his stomach, happy and head full of sweet dreams of being full of Armand's cock.
So to be woken up by the brutal hit of a wooden paddle on his bare cunt was a departure from the expected.
Daniel's eyes shot open and he flailed, trying desperately to move, but a hard hand pushed him back onto the bed. He was face down and naked, his bare cunt exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. He felt the dip of the bed behind as Armand shifted on his knees.
“Good Morning, Beloved.”
Whack.
Daniel keened and lifted his head up, breathing heavily and trying to push himself to a kneeling position with his hands.
Whack.
Daniel fell back face first onto the mattress.
“Are you sufficiently awake now?”
Whack.
Daniel felt warm and aware of every inch of his body. He could feel that the lips of cunt were puffy and red. His hole throbbed with need and he felt a trickle of moisture run down and over his clit.
He breathed heavily, and into the pain. He felt Armand run a hand over ass and then fingertips, prodding between his lips and into his hole.
“Hmm,” Armand said thoughtfully.
Whack
Daniel screamed as the paddle - finding moisture where it hit - stung.
“Daniel, this won't do at all.”
Daniel couldn't respond. He lay limp against the bed, trying simply to breathe and feeling like he was floating. All that he could feel, all that he could concentrate on, was the burning warmth of his pussy. The pain and the clenching emptiness that accompanied it. God he needed to be filled, he needed it. He felt his cunt clench and twitch around nothing and his clit ached. He began to recall the memory of Armands cock in him. The feeling of fullness. His gut squirmed with arousal and he twitched his hips involuntarily, trying to find friction against thin air.
A firm hand pushed his hips back down against the bed.
“This isn't about your greedy hole,” Armand whispered, slowly running something soft and leathery along the back of Daniel’s thighs.
Smack
Daniel yelped and hissed, twisting his head briefly to see what the fuck had Armand had just used to whip him .
He got a two second view of a fully dressed, unimpressed Armand, holding a leather riding crop in his hands.
Armand shoved him back onto the bed and went to town. In quick succession he laid five stripes across the tender flesh that connected Daniel's ass and thighs.
Daniel was floating on the sharp sting at this point. His body transformed the pain into the wetness dripping from his pussy, the throbbing in his clit, the constant moaning coming from his throat. His mouth was open on the covers now, drool soaking into the sheets below.
Armand used the leather tip of the riding crop to pull apart his soaked lips and circled his twitching hole. Daniel hissed as Armand inserted the crop into his pussy and shallowly fucked it in and out. He did this a dozen times before pulling it out slowly and examining the wetness covering the leather.
Smack. Smack
Smack.
Daniel choaked out a sob and plea.
“Please, need it. Please.”
“Need what, beautiful boy,” Armand purred.
Daniels cunt twitched and clenched.
“Your cock, please. Please, I need it. So empty.”
Armand ran a soothing hand down Daniel's back, hushing him gently.
“Oh, my poor darling, you are empty, aren't you? Your poor hole is weeping for it,” Armand pinched at Daniel's clit eliciting a sharp cry that dissolved into more babbling.
Armand pulled his cock out of his slacks, removing no further clothes, and turned Daniel around until he was directly facing Armand’s dripping cock. It was the only hint that Daniel was given that Armand was just as affected by this as he was. Armand pressed the head of his cock against Daniel's lips and Daniel opened his mouth in obedience. Armand thrust in shallowly a few times before grabbing the back of Daniel’s head and pressing down into his mouth until he choked. Daniel slapped the bed twice and Armand pulled back, letting him breathe briefly before pressing his head down again. Daniel breathed through his nose and held Armand at the back of his throat. He groaned low as the strain on his throat made his eyes water.
Armand let up again and pulled his cock back, strings of saliva hanging off it as he did.
“Yes, that's it,” Armand wiped a string of drool off the corner of Daniels mouth, “because that's all the lubrication you're getting, beloved.”
Daniel didn't have time for confusion before Armand was moving him again. This time he was in the original position, except Armand had shoved a pillow under his hips and had his ass up high in the air.
It then dawned on Daniel. His soaking, aching pussy was going to be ignored.
He felt the blunt head of Armands cock pressing at his asshole and felt another wave of arousal shoot through his very gut. Fuck.
Armands cock wasn't dry, it had Daniel's saliva on it, but holy fuck it was a close thing. It felt dry and he sobbed into the mattress as Armand slowly, agonisingly stretched open his ass. Daniel tried his hardest to relax.
His pussy felt like it was leaking
“That's it, that's it… your cunt was far too greedy and reactive. I couldn't let it think it could just get what it wants when it wants.”
Daniel felt light headed.
“Your holes are mine after all, not yours,” Armand was half way in and began gently rocking in and out. Daniel's wanted to scream at the burn and also beg Armand to just shove the rest in. God, anything was better than being empty. Anything.
Armand ran two fingers through the slick at Daniel's cunt and gently massaged the stretched ring of muscle that was trying to swallow his cock. He gathered up more wetness until his cock began to slide in further.
Armand bottomed out inside Daniel's ass and Daniel tried to slow his breathing. His ass ached, his pussy was throbbing and God, If only Armand could please move.
Armand hummed, staying still and flushed inside Daniel's ass. His fingers slipped down to stroke and pull at Daniel's clit. His fingers becoming covered in Daniels arousal in the process.
Armands leaned forward and shoved his fingers in Daniels mouth.
“Clean them,” he demanded.
Daniel sucked, licked and swallowed for all his life was worth. All the time, groaning and trying to push back on Armands cock.
Armand ripped his fingers from Daniels mouth, gripped both his hips and began pounding his Daniels ass at a punishing pace. His hips slamming into the welts on Daniels ass and legs.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Armand! Fuck!”
“That's it, darling. You're going to cum on my cock, aren't you? I'm neglecting your poor pussy but you're going to cum with your other hole full of me, yes? It doesn't matter which hole it is as long as it's me, isn't that right?”
“Yes, fuck, yes. Oh god, Armand, please, yes!”
Daniel sobbed - the stretch, the fullness, the friction, the tightness - he was going to cum. He was going to fucking cum.
Armand hips snapped sharply and Daniel almost blacked out as he came, crying and clenching hard around Armands cock And feeling a gush of fluid squirt from his twitching cunt. For a mortifying moment Daniel worried that he had just pissed himself but was distracted from the worry as Armand slammed home and came deep in Daniel's ass.
“ Armand,” Daniel cried as Armand gently pulled out from his ass. He felt Armand stick two fingers in his ass and pulled it open to admire the bloody load he had left there. He pulled his fingers away and wiped them on the sheets.
Daniel collapsed onto the bed, aware of the wetness soaking into the sheets under him and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. His cheeks shone red and he pressed his face into the cover.
Armand read right to the issue.
“No, none of that, darling.”
Armand lifted Daniel up with one hand, discarded the soiled bed covers, and then placed Daniel back down on the sheets. He gathered a fresh blanket and laid on the bed himself, pulling Daniel to his chest and wrapping them up in the warmth. Daniel shuddered and sighed, settling into Armand's arms like it was instinct.
Armand sliced a small line across his collarbone and pressed Daniel to it. Daniel drank from the wound lazily as Armand stroked his back. Daniel drank until the wound closed on him and groaned, pressing himself tighter to Armands body.
Armand held him tight until the morning.