Matt’s relentless rhythm drove me to the brink once more, and I found myself hurtling toward another release with a speedthat left me breathless. I came again, my body shaking with the force of my climax, but still, Matt didn’t stop. His cock drove into me with the same brutal intensity, each stroke reigniting the fire that threatened to consume me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Matt lifted me from the desk and carried me to the floor-to-ceiling window that offered a stunning view of the city below. My gaze was hazy as I took in the view, but even through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss, I was acutely aware of my nakedness, my body on full display for anyone who might be watching from the buildings across the city.
The thought of being exposed like that, of being so utterly vulnerable, bound and naked and wholly at Matt’s mercy, sent fear and an illicit thrill through me.
“What do you think, pet?” Matt murmured against my ear, his voice a low purr that resonated deep within my chest. “Should we give the world a show? Let them see what a perfect little whore you are for me?”
His words should have been degrading, but they only served to stoke the fires of my arousal. I was beyond shame, beyond rational thought. All that mattered was the feel of Matt’s body against mine, the relentless drive of his cock inside me.
Before I could respond, Matt’s cock plunged into me again, the force of his thrust slamming me against the cool glass. He fucked me with a brutal intensity, each stroke a powerful reminder of his dominance—and my surrender.
The view of the city blurred before my eyes as he drove into me over and over again, the world outside fading into insignificance as I lost myself in the storm of his passion.
There was something thrillingly illicit about being displayed so brazenly, my body bared for any wandering eye that might chance a glance up at the towering penthouse. The thought ofbeing watched, of being so exposed and vulnerable, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through my veins.
“Look at you, pet,” Matt murmured against my ear, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. “So desperate and needy, aching for my cock. Who do you belong to, pet? Who owns this tight little ass?”
Before I could muster a retort, Matt’s hand was on my face, his fingers biting into my cheek as he turned my head to meet his intense gaze. His other hand wrapped around my chest like an iron chain, the grip unyielding as he pinned me against the glass. My bound wrists and arms were held up over me, my legs spread apart as Matt claimed me with a savagery that left me breathless.
His cock drove into me again and again, each powerful thrust forcing a cry from my lips. The window fogged with the heat of our bodies, my own hard cock pressed against the cool glass, leaving a trail of my arousal as evidence of my shameful desire.
I came hard, my body convulsing as my release spurted, painting the window in streaks of white, a shameless display of my surrender to his dominance. But Matt didn’t relent. He fucked me through my climax, his cock unyielding as it pushed me toward another peak. I came twice more, my cum splattering against the window with each brutal thrust.
Then, with a savage growl, Matt turned my face toward him, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, punishing kiss. His tongue was an invading force, fucking my mouth with the same ruthless rhythm as his cock inside me. I was helpless against the onslaught, my own tongue battling his in a futile attempt at defiance, to assert some semblance of control. But I was losing this battle, surrendering to the savage claiming of my mouth, my body, my very soul.
And then it happened. A fourth mindless, body-racking climax tore through me, so intense that it bordered on pain. My inner muscles clenched around Matt’s cock, milking him with adesperation that I hadn’t known I possessed. I felt Matt’s cock swell within me, felt the hot jets of his release as he came deep inside me, marking me in the most primal way possible.
I thought it was over. I thought we were done. But as Matt’s orgasm subsided, he showed no signs of stopping. His cock, still hard inside me, resumed its insistent rhythm, each stroke reigniting the fire that threatened to consume us both.
This time, Matt lifted me up, my legs spread out before the world, my hard cock stiff in the air like a steel rod, coated in my own cum. His cock drove deep inside me, fucking me with a brutal intensity that left me gasping for air.
My head was spinning from the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain when I heard his words, a sultry command that seemed to echo inside my very soul. “Show them, pet,” he said. “Let them see who you belong to.”
His lips came crashing down on mine once more, a demanding, bruising kiss. He wanted—no, needed—to hear me say it, to give voice to the truth that was written in every line of my body.
“Who do you belong to, Andy?” His breath was hot against my skin, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within my chest. “Say it, pet. Tell me who owns this tight little ass.”
But I was too dazed, too out of sorts from the mind-numbing orgasms he’d wrung from my body. My mind was a whirlwind of sensation, my thoughts scattered to the four winds. I couldn’t form words, couldn’t give voice to the surrender he demanded, couldn’t give voice to the truth that my body had already betrayed.
Matt’s response was a thrust so hard and deep that it stole the breath from my lungs. He fucked me with a renewed fury—harder, faster, his cock an inexorable piston that drove all rational thought from my mind. I squirmed beneath him, my body pinned against the glass by the force of his thrusts, butthere was no escape. I was trapped, utterly at his mercy, and the knowledge of my helplessness only made my cock ache with need.
“Who do you belong to, hmm?” he demanded again.
A whimper escaped my lips, the sound raw and needy. My body arched into his, seeking the sweet agony of his possession, desperate for the release that only he could give me.
“You…” I finally gasped out, the admission torn from me as another orgasm ripped through my body. “I belong… to you… Matt… Caine. I’m… yours…”
My release was a shock to my system, my body convulsing with the force of my climax, my cum once again painting the window in streaks of white as Matt’s feral growl of triumph filled my ears. He followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he spurted hot seed deep inside my ass.
We both collapsed against the window, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps. Matt kissed my forehead, a surprisingly tender gesture that was at odds with the savagery of our lovemaking.
“That’s a good pet,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and satisfaction.
Then, with a gentleness that belied his earlier ferocity, Matt lifted me from the window and carried me to the plush sofa. He settled me onto his lap, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.
His cock, still semihard, nestled against my ass as he began to move again. But this time, it was different. The pace was slow and gentle, each stroke a tender caress that seemed to reach deep into my chest and squeeze my heart.
I clung to him, my arms and legs winding around his body as I buried my face against the firm column of his neck. I breathed in the scent of him, a heady mix of sweat and the musky cologne that seemed to cling to his skin.
