Humiliation floods hot through my chest, shame burning worse than any bruise. But I can’t—God, I can’t not. Not with him watching me like that. Not with every nerve in me clawing for his touch.
So I do.
“I want you to fuck me, Captain!” My voice cracks, sharp and wild, bouncing off the hotel walls. “I want you to split me open—make me choke—make me scream until everyone in this place knows I belong to you!”
He smirks. Sharp. Cruel. “Better.”
His palm slides back to my cock, deliberate, slow, dragging one stroke that has me crying out instantly.
“Again.”
“I’m yours!” I sob, my eyes squeezing shut as my body arches. “Always yours—I’ll crawl, I’ll beg, I’ll take it all—Captain, fuck me—”
“Good boy.” His hand grips tighter, stroking once, twice, teasing me with just enough friction to keep me trembling. “That’s how you beg. Loud. Shameless. Let them all hear who you belong to.”
My face burns nuclear—but I keep going. Because I’ll say anything, everything, if it means he won’t stop.
“I belong to you, sir!” The words rip out of me, high and desperate. “No one else—never anyone else—just you!”
His fist closes tighter around me, stroking slow, cruel.
“Perfect.” He leans close, lips brushing my ear. “Now beg me to ruin you.”
One second his fist is around my cock, the next—he’s flipping me.
Big hands clamp my hips and I’m spun onto my stomach like I weigh nothing, my chest smacking into the sheets, my ass dragged high into the air before I can gasp. My knees scrape against the mattress, trembling, my face buried in the pillow that still smells like him.
“Hands behind you,” he orders, voice sharp enough to cut bone.
My arms shoot back instantly, wrists locking together like muscle memory. My cheek presses to the sheets,my chest heaving hard as his weight settles over me from behind.
The blunt press of his cock against me has me screaming already.
“Sir—please, I’ll take it, I’ll take all of you—just—”
“Shh.” His palm drags down my spine, heavy, steady, pinning me flat while his cock grinds harder against me. “You’ll get it when I’m ready. Not before.”
My ass pushes back without permission, chasing him, begging for more friction. My body’s shaking so hard I can barely hold myself up.
“Please, Captain—fuck—ruin me—” The words tumble out like I’m choking on them, desperate and cracked. “I’ll do anything—anything you want—just don’t stop, don’t ever stop—”
He yanks my head back until my throat arches, until I’m gasping at the ceiling.
“You sound desperate, pup.”
“I am!” The confession rips out raw. “I’m fucking desperate—fuck, I’d marry you if you told me to—”
The second it’s out, my soulleaves my body.
Silence detonates. My cheeks go nuclear, my mouth snaps shut so hard my teeth click, and I thrash weakly against his grip like I can crawl under the mattress and die.
“Oh my god,” I whine as I squirm uselessly. “Forget I said that—oh mygod—”
Damian just smirks. Slow. Sharp. That scar curling cruel across his mouth as he presses his cock harder into me, grinding until my back bows and my scream claws high.
“Careful, pup,” he rasps. “Say shit like that, and I’ll make sure you mean it.”
His hand slides up from my hair, strong and steady, until it wraps firm around my throat. The weight of it pins me down, thumb pressing against the frantic pulse hammering under my skin.
