“My good boy. You hear me? Every hole, every sound, every vow—you belong to me.”
“Yes, sir!” My scream cracks sharp, tears spilling hot down my cheeks. “Forever—yours, Captain—always yours—”
And then I’m nothing but sobs and shaking limbs, Damian’s weight pressing me deep into the mattress, his cock filling me, his hand tangled in my hair while I drown in him.
I’m still shaking when his weight settles heavy on top of me, cock buried deep, chest crushing mine like I’m pinned under the goddamn earth. My throat’s wrecked, my vision blurry, my voice raw from screamingI dountil the words don’t even sound like English anymore.
I think he’ll let me collapse. Think he’ll kiss me soft and let me drown in the afterglow.
He doesn’t.
“Don’t think you’re done, pup. Not when I’ve filled you like that. You’re going to thank me properly.”
A broken whimper claws out of me. “S-sir…”
“Open.” His thumb drags rough across my lips, parting them wide.
I obey instantly. Wrecked. Trembling. My mouth falls open, and he shoves two fingers between my lips, pressing hard against my tongue. My taste. His taste. The salt of sweat and the bitter heat of his come smeared across my chest where I spilled.
“Clean it.”
I gag on my own desperation. Wrap my lips around his fingers, tongue dragging obediently over every filthy drop. My eyes flood, but I don’t stop. Can’t stop. His gaze stays locked on mine, burning me alive while I lick his release from my own body.
“Good boy.” His praise cuts sharper than a knife. “Lick yourself clean. Show me how much you love being ruined by me.”
My thighs twitch, my cock still leaking weakly against my stomach, my nails clawing uselessly at the sheets. I suck harder, cheeks hollowing around his fingers, whimpering into his hand like worship.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, spit slick across my lips, I’m panting. Wrecked. My throat raw, my body trembling. And he just leans lower, scarred mouth brushing the shell of my ear.
“You’ll wear a band one day,” he whispers. “Not on your finger. On your throat. A collar. So everyone knows whose you are.”
My sob breaks into a whimper so high it’s almost laughter, my eyes rolling back as I choke on the sound. “Yes, sir—fuck—please—”
His lips curl into a sharp grin against my skin. “Collared. Claimed. My pup forever. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” My voice shreds into a scream, my body jerking under him even though I’ve got nothing left to give. “Please, Captain—”
His chest rumbles against mine, growl low, satisfied. “Good boy. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything. But for now—”
He shifts his hips, cock grinding deep, still heavy inside me.
“—for now, you’ll keep me inside you until I decide to let you go.”
I collapse under him. Nothing but whimpers and sobs and trembling limbs while he stays buried deep, his weight crushing me into the mattress, his voice dragging me farther under with every filthy promise.
His hips don’t still. They drag—slow, lazy, deliberate—keeping me stretched, keeping me trembling around him with every inch he grinds deeper. I gasp with every shift, raw and shaky, but his weight pins me perfectly, his chest heavy on mine like I was built to lie beneath him forever.
His fingers tug my head back just enough that my throat’s bared, my lips parted. I sob quietly into his mouth when he lowers his eyes to mine and keeps moving inside me like he’s got nowhere else to be, like this is his favorite rhythm.
My own hands won’t let go. They’re clamped to his shoulders, nails digging through damp fabric, dragging down his back like if I release him, I’ll die. I don’t even try to fight it. I just cling, letting out wrecked little gasps against his scarred mouth, whispering “yes, sir” between every thrust.
“Pretty pup,” he rasps against my lips. His hips grind deeper, his cock dragging across that spot inside me until I’m trembling harder. “You think tonight’s the end? No.Tonight’s just the start. I’ll make you a legend, Elias. I’ll put you at center until the whole league fears your name.”
A whimper claws out of me, sharp and broken. My chest heaving against his weight. “Y-yes, Captain—”
His smirk curves across his scar, his breath hot against my mouth. “And when you’re done bleeding on the ice, when you come home to me—you’ll kneel. You’ll wear my chain around that pretty throat. Everyone will see who owns you.”
I sob his name without thinking, but he cuts me off with his mouth, swallowing the sound, pushing deeper, slower, grinding filth and promise into me with every snap of his hips.
