Chapter 132: More Than A Boyfriend
"Hold," Salvatore growled, his hands locking onto Milo’s hip bones, his heavy chest pressing down against Milo’s bare back to keep him completely secure. He stayed perfectly still inside him, letting Milo’s muscles settle around his thickness.
"Breathe through it. Let it open for me."
Milo trembled violently, forcing his body to go slack beneath the man’s immovable weight. Slowly, the agonizing fullness transformed into a deep, burning heat that centered entirely in his pelvis.
"Nnghh... Master... p-please, slowly..."
"I know... Relax..." Salvatore began to move, pulling back slowly before driving deep inside him again.
Milo moaned, clenching his hands tightly.
Salvatore did it again. The rhythm was now faster and fiercely passionate.
With every heavy thrust, Salvatore’s heavy belt buckle slammed firmly against the skin of Milo’s lower back.
A loud, rhythmic striking sound echoed through the bedroom.
Milo lost total control of his voice. He sobbed and moaned into the room, his head spinning as the intense stimulation sent violent waves of endorphins straight to his core.
"Master! Please... Master!" Milo cried out, his voice thick.
Salvatore’s breathing turned into heavy, ragged growls, his thrusts becoming short, hard, and frantic as his own release reached its limit.
He drove deep one final time, locking his hips tightly against Milo’s body as his orgasm ripped through him. Salvatore growled roughly against the nape of Milo’s neck, a sound of pure adoration and dominance, pumping his hot, thick release deep inside him.
Salvatore grabbed Milo’s cock and rubbed it intensely. "Come for me..."
Milo let out a loud, broken shriek as an orgasm shot out violently across the cushions of the sofa, his internal muscles clenching tightly around Salvatore’s length in a final, prolonged spasm of pure pleasure.
Milo gasped for air while Salvatore hugged him tighter.
"Good boy." Salvatore didn’t let him move immediately.
He stayed heavily draped over Milo’s back, his chest pressing Milo into the cushion, whispering sweet, low praises against his wet skin until their breathing gradually synchronized.
"You did very well. Is it painful?" Salvatore asked.
Milo was still struggling to breathe. "It’s... still a bit painful. Your cock is so big. It felt like it was tearing me apart."
Salvatore smiled. "Was it too harsh?"
"No, Master. You did it slowly. I just feel pain every time you put it in the first time. But after that it’s fine."
"Okay... I will prepare you better next time. But you are doing very well."
The heavy weight was a comforting, grounding reality that made Milo feel completely cherished afterward.
Slowly, Salvatore pulled back, exiting Milo’s body with a soft, wet sound.
"I will clean you." He prepared a warm, damp cloth and meticulously, gently cleaned the oil and fluids from Milo’s thighs, his touch returning to tenderness.
"I can clean myself. I will shower..." Milo said shyly.
Salvatore used many towels to clean him and acted like he didn’t hear anything.
"Master..." Milo said again, gulping when the man cleaned his genitals of his own release. He felt that he should be the one to clean them both, not the other way around.
"Shh..." Salvatore changed the warm water several times before coming back and continuing his cleaning.
Milo just looked at the man while his body shivered from the water, which had now become a bit cooler.
Salvatore noticed and finished his task. "Cold?"
Without waiting for an answer, he reached behind Milo’s neck, unbuckling the heavy leather collar to let the skin breathe, and pressed a soft kiss to the reddened skin before rolling Milo’s exhausted body into a thick, plush blanket.
He lifted Milo easily into his massive arms, placing him in the center of the bed, and climbed in beside him, pulling the heavy duvet over them both.
Milo shifted across the sheets immediately, his hands reaching out to grip Salvatore’s solid forearms, holding onto them tightly. Every fear, every drop of anxiety, and the coldness of the air were completely muted now, replaced entirely by the protective and deeply attentive touch of the man. He was safe in the dark.
"Master... Why didn’t you ask me to go to the dark room today?" Milo asked curiously.
"I know you are exhausted. Me too, honestly. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to touch you."
"Uh... It means you just wanted to fuck me today?"
"If you say it like that, I sound like a pervert."
Milo chuckled.
Salvatore kissed Milo’s hair. "But I think you are right. I want to fuck you every day."
"Is that a good thing?"
"I don’t know. But I will not release you at all now. Unless you say so."
Milo looked at Salvatore long enough before he finally found the courage to ask, "Are you my boyfriend now?"
Salvatore smiled. "It’s too shallow. You are more than that."
Milo felt his cheeks burning.
But Salvatore stopped him. "You might get fed up with me. I don’t act like any romantic boyfriend you might imagine. I don’t think anyone can accept my rules in a relationship. That’s why I never started one in the first place."
Milo rested his head on Salvatore’s chest. "Let me try, please."
"Honestly, I’m afraid of you. I’m sure I will break you further. But... I’ve already come this far with you. I don’t know what you did to me."
Milo smiled. "I did nothing."
"That’s the problem. You being so innocent makes me want to pull you into bed every time."
Milo pouted. "Sir..."
"What?"
"I want to have a normal date too. Not only sex..."
"Don’t worry. I will tie you up more without sex. We can play while you are spread wide and begging."
Milo pouted even more. "It’s not what I mean..."
Salvatore looked so serious, as if he didn’t understand. "And?"
Milo gulped. "I... I want a date..."
"Yes, I know. I can make a special date for us. In the dark room. I will feed you and clean you while you’re tied up for two days."
"Sir..."
Salvatore laughed. "You know what I like."
"Uh... Yes, but..."
"Okay, tell me. What kind of date do you want?"
"Like going to a movie."
"It’s lame."
"Or having a romantic dinner."
"We have that every day."
Milo pouted. He tried to think of what he had always imagined.
But Salvatore hugged him tighter. "Think about it later. Now sleep."
"Sir, don’t you want to shower? You’re wet."
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