Chapter 188: To Love [R-18]

Mischka cries out, fisting the sheets as another smack lands on his ass. The skin there is swollen and tender-pink, but Daime won't let up. The force of the hit jostles the prostate toy buzzing inside him, and the vessel collapses on his elbows, no longer able to hold himself up.

"Please," Mischka begs as drool runs unchecked from his mouth, eyes unfocused. "I need to come…!"

His legs tremble as he tries to hold out — if he comes before he's allowed, Daime said he wouldn't touch him for a week. And while Mischka has never come untouched before, he's not so sure he won't completely lose it at this rate.

"I don't care what you need," Daime replies, voice even. He brings his palm down again — smack! "I'm not done with you. Get off your fucking elbows."

Mischka sobs as he struggles to raise up on all fours. Another gush of slick runs down his thighs, leaking out around the base of the vibrator.