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The clap of Marshall’s hand on his ass was the only sound Reece could focus on. His body was entangled: arms trapped in his half-removed shirt, ankles tied to the bed posts, and torso straining against the loose sheets that folded in waves around him.

His mate was inside of him. After seven days without so much as a kiss. Their skin only brushing when Marshall would be politely helping him in some way. Now, perfect boy-next-pack Alpha Marshall was so deep in Reece’s guts he could feel it in his lower back. And there was no restraint or etiquette, his mate had lost his manners in an instant.

The sting of the spanking burned through him, lighting him up with adrenaline. Keeping him awake despite his exhaustion. Thick fingers dragged through his hair, sending tingles over his scalp, then snatched a handful and yanked his face up from the bedding.

Reece moaned wantonly into the nothingness he could see.

A dark chuckle brushed his neck. Lips met the soft spot beneath his ear. A shallow bite dug into his jaw with the snap of a bear trap. Reece’s body twanged taut in response. The lock of his soul-mate’s teeth, an alpha’s bite, against his throat pushed him over the climatic edge. The orgasm was weak, but so was he at that point. He whined through it, instinctively pretending to struggle under Marshall. Eliciting an even more dominant response from his mate: Marshall dug his teeth, fingers, and cock in harder. As though Reece’s mind hadn’t already submitted completely.

His throat and hair were released, but Marshall’s hips continued to roll against him. If his ankles weren’t locked to the bedposts he would have been fucked off the end of the bed already. He let his head sink back to the bedding, babbling noises to himself deliriously.

“Reece?” Marshall called, almost sing-song. It sent a jerk of recognition through Reece’s body. His own name ringing through the fog in his brain. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” he gasped. “Don’t… stop.” He didn’t know what would happen if they stopped, but something deep inside of him told him he wouldn’t like it.

Marshall laughed again. “I’ll stop when I want to.”

Reece moaned in reply. For just a little while, his mate could take over and do his thinking for him. He didn’t have to be the voice of reason. He knew, in his soul, that Marshall would take care of the aftermath. The aftermath being the sloppy mess that Reece was becoming with every thrust of Marshall’s cock.

The last remnant of Reece’s shirt was suddenly ripped from him. He scrabbled to find purchase in the messy sheets again as Marshall’s hips never paused, pounding him into mush. Reece’s sweaty hands slipped over the bedding uselessly.

The sudden squeeze of Marshall’s enormous hands, all the way around his forearms, grounded him. Reece fell limp in his grasp and nuzzled his face into the sheets, partly muffling his moans and partly wiping the sweat and tears from his skin. His arms were pulled back, arching his spine and pushing his ass out even further.

With a slow drag, Marshall pulled out. Reece’s insides squeezed around the empty space left behind. Soft lips mouthed at the raw skin of his ass. Tickling and teasing his burning behind. His arms remained pinned behind him, stretching at his shoulder blades. Pulling the skin that Marshall had just chomped on.

More rope was pulled onto the bed, Reece recognised the unique sound of its drag after having his ankles bound. Marshall kept his elbows pinned together with one hand, and tied the rope around them using the other in loose loops.

Marshall’s weight left the bed, Reece felt the springs bounce back against him. Heavy footsteps approached the top of the bed, and his weight returned, just ahead of Reece’s face.

The hands were in his hair again, directing his head.

“Open your mouth,” Marshall ordered.

Reece let his lips fall open, knowing they were coated in drool. The head of Marshall’s cock tapped them once, twice, then shoved into his mouth. He gagged, hummed against the intrusion to get his gag reflex tamed again, and forced a breath through his nose. Another breath, and he was able to relax around him. Reece knew Marshall didn’t want him to suck him off - he was hogtied like a damn pig. It was obvious Marshall just wanted to fuck his face. Reece widened his mouth, waiting to be used. His own exhausted dick twitched at the thought. It wasn’t a kink he’d been aware of before, but now he wondered how many other weird things his body liked.

He had a lot to learn under his soul-mate’s domination. It brought about a shiver in him.

His throat was filled again. Salty flesh pulsed against his tongue, held in place for a few seconds. Choking him. Testing him.

Marshall pulled back and Reece heaved in a hurried breath before the thick cock was slammed back into his mouth. The hands in his hair held his head still and Marshall’s hips switched gears, jerking against Reece’s face so fast and hard he could feel his brain becoming liquefied.

Hot flesh slid back and forth over his tongue, bouncing against the back of his throat in bruising thrusts. A pitiful moan escaped him as he fought to hold his mouth open obediently. To keep his breaths timed perfectly. Reece bucked his hips against the sheets, desperate to release the sparking sensation between his legs as his soul-mate took ownership of his mouth. The grunts and growls Marshall tried to hide only turned him on more. His hole was throbbing.

Moaning through clenched teeth, Marshall came in his mouth, flooding the back of his tongue. Reece swallowed around the blunt head as Marshall attempted to retract it. Marshall gave his ass a slap in reprimand and Reece popped his mouth open again. His own intense breathing filled his ears. Even more drool dripped from his chin onto the bed when Marshall was finally able to pull out completely.

Marshall brushed Reece’s hair back from his forehead. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Now, we stop.”

Reece managed a half-nod around his heavy pants and let the last ounce of energy leave his body, flopping to the mattress in defeat.