My scream breaks high, raw. My body convulses under him, desperate to let go, but his voice pins me harder than his weight ever could.
“Hold it.” His thumb presses cruelly into my bruised ribs, grinding cold deeper until I cry out. “You’ll come when I tell you. Not before.”
“Y-yes, sir!” My head thrashing against the counter. My thighs tremble, every muscle straining as I fight the release clawing up my spine.
He slams harder, deeper, forcing another scream out of my chest. “Say it again. Say you’ll wait.”
“I’ll wait, sir! I swear—I’ll wait—I’ll be good—”
He grins against my throat. I feel it.
And then he grinds slower, deeper, cock dragging across that spot inside me that makes my vision tunnel. He’s teasing me, drawing me right to the edge, over and over, until I’m sobbing, until my voice breaks into useless sounds that don’t even make sense.
“Please, sir—please, let me—let me come—”
“Not yet.” Another snap of his hips, brutal enough to rattle the counter. “Not until you’re begging pretty enough.”
“I am! I’m begging—I’ll do anything—please, Captain, please—”
He chuckles, low and lethal, the sound rumbling against my skin. “You’ll do anything anyway, pup. But hearing you say it like this?” His cock drives in sharp, grinding. “Perfect.”
“Hold it.” His mismatched eyes blaze down into mine, steady, lethal. “Hold the ice. Hold your come. Hold everything until I take it from you.”
“Yes, sir!” The cry tears my throat raw, my whole body shaking.
I’m right there, cock twitching, vision blurring.
And he still won’t let me go.
I’m wrecked. Shaking apart under him, cock twitching, vision blurred with tears. My ribs burn, and still he won’t let me come.
Then his hand leaves my hip. Heavy fingers clamp my jaw, drag my head up from the counter. His mismatched eyes bore down into me, lethal, calm.
“Up.”
My whole body jolts. “S-sir?”
He doesn’t repeat himself. He just hauls me upright with one hand in my curls, pulling me off the counter like I weigh nothing, steering me across the kitchen while I stumble on bare feet.
I’m panting, cock dripping down my thigh, ice pack still clutched to my ribs because God help me I know better than to drop it.
And then—my stomach caves.
He drags me to the window.
Floor-to-ceiling glass, city lights blazing beyond, Ravensburg alive under the night sky. My reflection stares back at me—wrecked, naked, flushed red.
“Sir—please—” I gasp, twisting in his grip.
“Shh.” His mouth brushes the shell of my ear. “You want to come? You’ll beg loud enough for the city to hear you.”
“Wh—what—” My voice breaks, panic and want colliding sharp in my throat.
“You heard me, pup.” His cock grinds into me from behind, hard and relentless, forcing a whimper out of my mouth I can’t bite back. “Press that ice to your ribs and beg me properly. Let them hear what you’re for.”
Heat detonates under my skin. Humiliation, worship, hunger—it all tangles until I can’t tell which is worse, which is better. My knees shake. My face burns so hot it feels like fever.
But I don’t stop.
