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Punished

I watch Oz walk towards me wearily. He is getting fed up with the whole hiding thing and at times like this I almost believe that he's the mind reader and not me. Reaching out he catches my wrist and yanks me towards him. I stumble into his chest, his arm wraps around my waist as he leans into me, his mouth even with my ear.

"Did you really think that I would let you get away with this, Toby?" he whispers, rising the hair on the back of my neck and making me half-hard. He's going to torture me with pleasure. I shiver in anticipation as the hand holding my wrist, releases it only to reach down and ghost over a very sensitive area. I moan, my legs going out from underneath me. I would have fallen if his other arm hadn't caught me. I'm fully erect now, but I'm not going to fight Oz, not tonight, not after the scare I had given him. I drop my forehead onto his shoulder, my hands bunching the fabric of his shirt, as I grip it to keep myself upright.

"Bedroom, Toby," he urges at the same time as he pushes me backward using his legs and body. I obey walking backward, trusting that Oz won't let me run into anything. I'm not going to use my gift right now, not during this. That doesn't really matter though, whenever Oz touches me like this, does this to me, I have difficulty concentrating on that part of myself anyway. My breathing is uneven against Oz's shoulder has he continues to work me expertly.

"Are you enjoying this?" his whispers make me whimper in want. He knows how turned on I get when he whispers like that. Low, sexy, husky, and dangerous. I fall over the edge of the bed onto my back as Oz releases me. He doesn't follow me down. My hands have fallen above my head, my arms stretched up. This pulls my tight, black t-shirt up, exposing a slim stretch of stomach. Oz notices and placing his hands on the top of my thighs, he bends over, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, gently brushing over my skin. Light touches that drive me to that edge without letting me go over it. I arch up, crying out for more as he goes from quick licks to light strokes of his fingers. He pushes up underneath my shirt, taking it off with a quick yank. Tossing my shirt to the floor he straddles my hips and grabs both of my wrists in one of his hands effectively trapping me. I tense for a split second before relaxing into his grip. He doesn't do anything though until I am completely relaxed underneath of him. Once I am he leans down and bites down on my collarbone, marking me as his.

"If you ever scare me like that again I'll mark you where people can see it, Toby," It isn't an idle threat either, and he isn't saying it because I'm scared of being outted, but because he knows I don't want Roy to ask questions. I moan in response as he moves on to marking my shoulder. He shifts so that he isn't pinning my legs anymore, only to move his body in between them. I open for him and as soon as he is between my thighs he shifts his body again, pinning me once more.

"Leave your arms where they are Toby. No touching," Oz murmurs, looking up at me from where he's playing with my nipples. I nod unable to speak and he releases my wrists. His hand makes its way down my left arm, side, and the outside of my thigh. It crosses to the inside by going over my knee. I gasped the first time his fingers lightly brush my dick. His hand disappears for a moment, when it comes back it's holding something. I realize that it's a cock ring when he slides it to my base and locks it tight. I writhe trying to move, unthinkingly bringing my hands down to grab onto his shoulders.

"That's too bad Toby. Now I'm going to have to handcuff you as well," Oz has my wrists trapped in a flash and a second later I feel something cold and metallic against my wrists. A snap signifies that the handcuffs are closed and that I'm trapped. For a split second fear courses through me, but it passes fairly quickly. I trust Oz. When he has pinned my hands he moves me fully onto the bed, but he hasn't stopped pinning my legs for one second of that time. One hand and his mouth return to torturing my hard nipples. His other hand descends down in between my legs, to that most secret spot all males have. A lubed finger circles my entrance tantalizingly.

"Please, please, please," I moan in pleasure, trying to get him inside of me by bucking my hips onto his finger. It disappears and as soon as I still it returns to teasing me. I scream in pleasure as he finally, finally, pushes past my tight ring of muscles to be inside. He very slowly moves his finger in and out. He turns it, searching for my prostate. I scream for a good 5 seconds when he finds it. He slips a second finger in, scissoring and stretching me. Making sure that when he finally enters me I won't get hurt. He slides a third finger in and continues with his work. Occasionally he will brush my sweet spot and send my mind spinning in circles. When he finally pulls his fingers out I whimper in protest, straining against the cuffs. He grabs both of my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he rises to be over top of me. I can feel his erection pressed against me. He slicks himself quickly with lube before letting his hands drop to either side of my head to support himself before sliding into me smoothly. He doesn't waste time teasing me now just starts thrusting, hard and fast. Reaching down he tugs the ring off my cock and whispers in my ear, "Come for me, baby."

I do. My orgasm tears through me and then I can feel him spill his own heat into me as he comes as well, urged on by my clenching muscles. After he releases me and cleans us both up, he kisses my forehead.

"Don't ever scare me like that again Toby. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you," I hear him say softly into my ear before I fall asleep, curled up in his arms.


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