"I can take it..."
"No." His hand wrapped around my throat, not gentle anymore but carefully controlled. "I'm not adding to that kind of pain. But I'm still going to wreck you. Still going to use this body until you're sobbing for me. Until you're begging me to stop and begging me for more in the same breath."
My cock hardened. All those years of service and a few filthy promises still reduced me to this. "Fuck. Yes. Please."
He stood, stripping quickly. When he was naked, his cock stood thick and heavy and already wet at the tip. The sight made me whimper, desperate and needy and everything I'd trained myself not to be with anyone else.
"Look at you," he snarled, fisting his length. "Si desperate. One look at my cock and you're practically drooling." He strokedhimself slowly, letting me watch. "Is this what you want? Want me to split you open with this?"
"God, yes," I breathed, spreading my legs wider despite the pull on my ribs. "Ruin me. Make me yours."
He helped me out of my remaining clothes, his fingers digging into flesh as they revealed skin. I lay back on the bed, exposed and vulnerable. By the time I was fully naked, I was panting like I'd run miles.
"Fucking perfect," he said, standing over me. "Look at this body. My personal fucktoy. Every bruise is mine. Every mark. And I'm going to add so many more." He leaned down, teeth finding the bruise on my chest, biting down until I cried out. "Going to cover you with my marks. My cum. Going to make sure everyone knows exactly who owns this ass."
He grabbed the lube but didn't warm it before pushing my legs apart. I gasped and clenched as the cold liquid dripped directly onto my exposed hole.
"Sensitive," he mocked, watching my reaction. "On your side. Now. Want to watch my cock disappear into that greedy hole."
I rolled carefully, and he pressed against my back immediately. His cock slid between my cheeks, hot and hard and perfect. I pushed back against him, desperate for more.
"Greedy," he observed, then shoved two fingers into me without warning.
I bit the pillow to muffle my moan. The burn was intense, exactly what I craved. He didn't wait, didn't ease me into it, just started fucking me with his fingers brutally.
"That's it," he encouraged when I started pushing back. "I know you can handle more. You took a bullet today. This is nothing." A third finger joined without warning, stretching me wider.
His fingers found my prostate and pressed against it mercilessly. I was sobbing within minutes, cock leaking steadily,whole body shaking with need. When he worked a fourth finger in, I nearly came right then, and I was pathetic for being reduced to this by four fingers, fifty-four years old and falling apart like I was twenty-two again.
"Please," I begged, dignity abandoned. "Please, sir. Need your cock. Need you to fuck me. Can't... can't take anymore."
"Sir?" He stilled. "You still remember your place after all this time." His voice dropped lower. "My distinguished right hand, reduced to begging." He twisted his fingers one more time, making me groan. "Because I'm going to remind you exactly who owns every inch of you."
He withdrew his fingers, and I whined at the emptiness. But then the blunt head of his cock pressed against me, and he didn't ease in. One brutal thrust buried him completely.
"Fuck!" He held still, breathing harshly against my neck. "Still so fucking tight. This hole was made for my cock. Like you exist just for me to fill."
He pulled out until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. The pace he set was punishing, each thrust driving the air from my lungs. The angle was perfect and devastating, his cock nailing my prostate with every stroke.
"This is what you are," he snarled in my ear. "Not my COO. Not my advisor. Just my personal cumdump. My hole to use whenever I want." His hand found my cock, gripping it roughly.
"Yes," I sobbed. "Yes, yours, your slut, your hole, anything, everything, please..."
"That's right." His teeth found my shoulder, biting hard. "Mine. This ass is mine. This cock is mine. Every fucking cell in your body belongs to me." His thrusts grew erratic. "Going to fill you up. Pump you so full of cum. Then I'm going to plug you up and make you keep it all night. Make you sleep with my cum inside you."
"Please," I begged, so close to the edge. "Please, can I come? Need to come. Please, sir..."
His hand tightened on my cock. "Mine. This body nearly died today. This ass that's taking my cock so perfectly." His hand tightened on my hip. "You know what you are to me?"
"Tell me," I gasped as his energy shifted, welcoming the change.
"Everything," he growled, then his voice dropped to something filthier. "My lover. My partner. My personal whore. All of it. Everything." Another thrust, harder now, sending pain and pleasure racing up my spine. "The man I'd kill for and the hole I need to own."
"Yes," I sobbed, the crude possessiveness making my cock leak harder. "All of it. Everything you need."
"Fucking perfect response." His thrusts grew brutal, and my ribs screamed in protest. The pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn't separate them, each thrust sending fire through bruised bones and across my prostate simultaneously. "That's it. Take it despite the pain. Because of it."
I bit the pillow to muffle my cries as he fucked me harder. Every impact jarred my injuries, sent spikes through the bruising, but it grounded me and reminded me I was alive, that we'd both survived, that this pain was chosen rather than inflicted.
