I snarl, pressing the head against him again. A tease. A taste. Enough to make him believe—before I drag it out and leave him empty again.
“Captain—” His voice is high, broken, shameless now. “Don’t—don’t do this, I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll be so good for you—”
“Already are,” I rasp, leaning down, pressing my chest to his. “But my boys know patience.”
He thrashes against the knots. His lashes shine wet, his mouth falling open.
“I can’t—I can’t—I need it, I need you inside, I need—”
I slam forward half an inch, sharp enough to knock the air out of him. He screams, a raw sound that tears straight from him.
Then I stop. Hold. Let him feel the stretch, the promise. My stare pins him to the bed while I twitch inside him, shallow, denying.
“You’ll breathe for me,” I growl, hand wrapping tight around his throat, thumb pressing his chin up. “You’ll beg for me. And you’ll learn what desperate feels like.”
Elias cries, tears slipping hot down his temple, body straining. “Sir—fuck, I’m begging—I’ll say anything, I’ll do anything, just fuck me—”
I slide out. The emptiness hits him like a blade. He chokes, body jerking, throat straining against my hand.
My cock hard enough to split me in half, every nerve screaming to bury myself in him and never stop. But I drag it out—push in, pull out, over and over, never enough. Just enough to ruin him.
“Beg filthier, pup,” I snarl against his mouth, pressing shallow again. “Make me believe you deserve it.”
His words tumble out wrecked and shameless. “I’ll crawl for you—I’ll get on my knees in front of the whole team—I’ll—fuck, I’ll let them see you split me open, I don’t care, I just want you inside—sir, please—”
Christ. My restraint snaps another notch. My my jaw grinds, every part of me wired to claim him until he can’t say anything but mine.
His words crack me wide open. The rookie is asking to be fucked in front of his whole team, throat straining under my hand, and it’s enough to make me snap.
But not the way he expects.
I growl low, deep, and rip my hand from his throat only to tear at the knots binding his wrists. Rope drops loose, his arms falling limp to the bed. He blinks up at me, dazed, dragging air like he doesn’t understand why I’d set him free.
“Up,” I command, fist curling tight in his curls before he can catch a breath. I drag him upright, swing his body until his knees hit the carpet.
He lands hard, gasping, arms shaking too much to catch himself. His eyes snap up, green and wide, lips alreadyparted. His cock bobs desperate between his thighs, untouched.
“Open.”
The word cracks like a whip.
His mouth falls wider instantly, a sound caught at the back of his throat. Curls hang wild around his face, sweat sticking them to his skin.
I fist the base of my length, precum slicking the head, and drag it across his lips. Slow. Smearing. Watching the way his jaw trembles, the way his ribs tremble like he’s choking already.
“You wanted me inside?” I rasp, pushing forward just enough to press against his tongue. “Then take it, pup. Be useful.”
He moans, sound muffled around the thick head filling his mouth. His throat works, gagging once before he swallows, desperate to take more. His hands fly up, clumsy, trying to grip my thighs for balance.
I don’t let him.
I tangle one hand in his hair, hold him firmly, and drive deeper. His eyes go wide, tears springing as I force myself down his throat. His nails claw at my skin, not to stop me—just to hold on.
“Breathe,” I command, pushing until his lips are flush with my base, his nose crushed against my stomach. He chokes, throat spasming, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth. Ipull him back, slow, let him gasp one ragged breath—then shove back in.
Over and over. Shallow, then deep, then all the way until his vision blurs. His body rocks with every thrust, drool soaking his chin, gagging sounds sharp in the small room.
And through it all—he’s looking at me.
