Because I can’t.
“Please, Captain!” The words rip out of me, loud, echoing against the glass. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll obey, I’ll never talk back again—please let me come!”
“Louder.” His hand fists in my curls, jerks my head back until my throat is bared to the city.
“YES, SIR!” My scream breaks hoarse, desperate. “I’M YOURS—I’LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING—PLEASE, SIR, PLEASE LET ME COME!”
The glass fogs with my breath. My reflection is a mess—sweat, tears, cock leaking down my thigh. Anyone walking below, anyone glancing up—they’d see me. Hear me. They’d know.
And the worst part?
I love it.
I’m burning alive in it.
I’m choking on every plea, louder, louder, until I don’t even hear myself anymore.
And then—finally—he gives it.
“Now.”
My scream tears out of me, muffled by nothing, shattering against the glass. My cock spasms once, twice, and then I’m spilling everywhere—hot, messy, streaking the window with come while the city watches. My knees nearly buckle, but his hand holds me up, his body pinning mine to the fogging pane until every spasm rips through me.
“Make the whole city know who you belong to.”
“Yessir—yes, Captain—fuck—” My words break, forehead slamming against the glass as my body convulses through the aftershocks.
The release keeps coming, long, desperate, spilling down the pane in hot streaks while his voice cuts through me steady, calm.
“Look at you. Wrecked. Loud. Obedient.” His hand cups my throat now, thumb pressing steady at my pulse, holding me where I can’t escape. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours!” I choke, chest heaving. “Always—always yours, sir!”
My free hand slips behind me, clumsy, fingers clawing for him. I find his hip, his thigh, desperate to anchor myself, desperate to feel him.
“Please, Captain… please come too. Don’t—don’t leave me alone in it—”
I’m clinging to him now, shaking so hard my nails scrape against his skin through his clothes.
“Please, sir. I want it—need it. Need you to come. In me, on me—I don’t care. Just…don’t hold it back. Not from me.”
The sound that rumbles in his chest is low, lethal. His hand clamps tighter on my throat, thumb pressing against my pulse until I’m gasping, and his eyes burn down at me through the fogging glass.
“Please, Captain… come too. Please…”
His lips brush my throat, scar curling into a smirk I can feel.
“I already came once, pup,” he murmurs.
A moan rips out of me, sharp and desperate. Yes, I know—I swallowed it all in the entryway, on my knees like I was built for it. My body jerks against him, cock still twitching from the mess I’ve made on the glass. “A-again, sir. Please…again.”
His laugh is low, dark, against my skin. He grips my hip hard, the ice pack slipping from my side as his thrust slams into me. My scream cracks, high, raw, echoing off the window.
He pounds into me harder, deeper, every thrust splitting me wider, every grind wrecking me against the glass. “You want me to fill you again? Beg for it.”
“Please, Captain!” My nails claw into his thigh. “Fill me—fuck, please, I want it—I’ll take it all—I’ll be good, I swear—”
“Mine,” he snarls, hips snapping brutal, cock grinding so deep I see stars. “Every time.”
