“You’re not going to gag me?” The teasing in his voice made me pause when I reached one of his nipples. Something dug into my hand where I’d placed it on the desk beside his hip, but I ignored the sharp edge.
“Do you want me to?” I grinned up at him as I tugged one of his nipples between my teeth, and he hissed. “Sweet prince, don’t tempt me.”
“Keep doing that.” Even with his hands tied together, he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down on his nipple. I raised my eyebrows at him even though he couldn’t see it and laughed.
“Little demanding, aren’t you?”
He snorted. “You kidnapped me—twice. After the second time, I think I’m allowed to tell you what I like.”
This was the Darcy I remembered—a man who knew what he wanted and wouldn’t stop until he got it. He ran the Courtesan with an iron fist, much like his mother, and only got more disrespect than Madam Winters because he let himself be the bad guy rather than her. Every manager or owner made hard decisions.
“Hm. No, sweet prince. When we’re in the bedroom, I’m in charge.” I straightened and hooked my fingers into his swim shorts, tugging them down in one fluid movement. He inhaled sharply as I tore them off his feet and threw them on the floor. “And I’m going to fuck you over my desk. Hard. You’re going to feel every inch of my cock every time I fuck myself into you, and you’ll scream for me. Am I clear?”
He made a sound I couldn’t quite decipher. “If you think you can make me scream.”
A challenge. Excitement stirred inside me, and my cock hardened and pressed against my swimming trunks. With no underwear, it had more free rein than usual. My fingers tingled as I slid my hand down his chest, mapping out every ridge and crevice his body had to offer, until I reached his cock—fat and long and standing up for attention. I ignored it.
He groaned. “Touch me.”
“No.” I scraped a nail across his right nut but didn’t linger too long, dancing my fingers down his perineum and closer to his hole.
A tremble shook him, and I grinned. Getting him to scream would be easy. I opened the second drawer of my desk this time and pulled out the lube I often used to get myself off after I worked long hours in the home office. I’d always imagined I’d get Darcy in here, though, just to fuck him over my desk or in my chair. I pulled out a condom and slapped it down near his hip.
Flicking the lube lid open was all it took to have Darcy moaning, and pride swelled in my chest. I fucking loved every sound he made, practically begging me to fuck him until he couldn’t see straight.
“Do you want this?” I whispered, scraping my nail across both his nuts this time.
He shivered, and I imagined he was probably biting his lower lip right now, so I reached up to check, and he was. I ran my thumb over his mouth, and he opened, sucking my digit into the warm, wet cavern, his tongue rolling against my skin.
“Is that what you’d do to my cock, sweet prince?” I murmured, and he moaned in answer.
I dragged my hand away, and he sighed in disappointment, but he wouldn’t stay that way for long. After I’d squeezed lube onto my fingers, I dipped them down to his hole, teasing at first with soft touches that had him wriggling and cursing me. I laughed and pushed one finger inside him. He was still loosened from our fucking this morning, but I didn’t want to risk hurting him. That was never something I could live with. He’d been hurt by people his entire life and I wasn’t going to be one of them. The whispered names behind his back had done a number on him, even if he couldn’t admit it. Everyone wanted to be liked, even if they didn’t show it. I bet if I asked Darcy to name his friends, he wouldn’t be able to give me one, and I hated that.
By the time I had three fingers inside him, he was a writhing mess, but he didn’t scream, not the way I wanted. His breathing grew deeper, and he tilted his hips up farther so I had more room to work on his hole. Even the strongest man couldn’t resist a temptation like Darcy Winters.
I pulled my fingers out, smirking when he groaned in disappointment. It was an exercise in patience to drag my swimming trunks down my legs, freeing my hard cock. Stepping out of my shorts, I smoothed my hand down his thigh, listening to the subtle whimpers that escaped his mouth, and grinned.
“I’m going to leave your hole bruised after I’m done with you,” I whispered, wishing more than anything I could see him right now, watch the faces he made every time I teased about what I was going to do to him.
I grabbed the condom off the desk and put it on, shivering as my fingers brushed against my sensitive and hard-as-nails cock. I was so close to busting my nut and I hadn’t even gotten inside him yet. He threw a leg over my shoulder, and I grabbed it, holding it there as I felt where his hole was with my fingers before lining myself up. I eased myself in, taking my time to spread him open until I was balls deep and his back was bowed. He cried out.
His tightness consumed me, a throbbing pressure that made me see stars in the darkness. Placing one hand on his knee and the other on his thigh, I dragged my cock out and shoved back into him, his body vibrating with the movement. He moaned and rocked back against me. The desk creaked under our fucking, but I had faith it would hold. It was an expensive piece of furniture made of thick, well-designed wood.
He touched my belly and slid his hands up to my chest, the rope scraping across my skin. “Right there. Oh God.”
I grinned and threw his other leg on my shoulder, giving me a better position to pound into him. Burying my face against his neck, I bent him nearly in half, my cock still drilling in and out of him—until I nudged his prostate. That was when he really got loud, moans growing in volume. He became more talkative, cursing in ways I wasn’t used to hearing from him. Normal Darcy would be embarrassed about Horny Darcy.
I lifted him in my arms, and he panted as I walked, careful to check every step I took for possible collisions. He hooked his tied wrists around my neck, holding on tightly until I dropped him on the couch. He gasped. I grabbed his hands, untieing the rope, then retieing it so both his wrists were still knotted together but connected to the couch. There was a space between the wood of the arm and the rest of the body, and I threaded the rope through so he had no choice but to be stuck there.
“What are you doing? I can’t see.”
I grinned and swiped my hand over his head and through his soft hair. “I know, and that’s how I want it to stay. You’re mine, Darcy Winters. I want you to say it.” I helped him lie on the couch in a way that wouldn’t hurt his arms and settled between his legs. Kneeling on the cushion, I covered his body with mine, dotting kisses up his chest and to his mouth. His cock was caught between our stomachs, drooling with precum and smearing dampness on our skin.
He moaned into me, tongue pushing past my lips. Sliding my hand between us, I grabbed the base of my cock and lined myself up again. His heat overwhelmed me as I thrust into his loosened hole. He gasped and whimpered, driving himself back down onto me with every push. My insides were on fire, my heart galloping in my chest like a wild horse looking for a way to escape. He made me crazy in all the right ways, and I couldn’t give this up, give him up.
“Please. Please. Kiss me.”
I cupped his face and slammed my mouth against his, taking his lips in a forceful kiss that had him preening and crying out in a way that was close enough to a scream. I had him exactly where I wanted him and couldn’t let go. My balls hurt, so full and ready to unload, but I needed him to come first.
