“I’m not fucking you without seeing you. I captured you, and now you’re mine.” His fingers begin working my jeans open. “I could feel you when I was in the same room as you.” He pulls my jeans and underwear down my thighs.
“Liar. You only found me because I let you. Because I became the one stalking you, the one listening to you breathe, just like I do when I sneak in your trailer at night when you’re sleeping.”
His breath hitches.
It’s a lie. I haven’t, but I could, and I probably will.
“I caught you because you’re mine. Because you’re going to give me what I want just like the night I stole from you.”
“Then fucking do it before I get bored.”
The sound of his zipper pulling down greets me, then his jeans dropping to the floor. I look over my shoulder, both of us glowing from the flashlight while he clicks open the lubeand slicks his fingers. I bend forward, offering him my ass, chasing the high Cillian gives Ollie when they’re together, that bliss of being full and fucked and taken that way.
I’ve used my fingers, and while it feels good to rub my prostate, I know it won’t be the same as taking dick, and I’m so fucking hungry for it. That’s why I’m here, in this house, with this man who held a fucking gun to my head.
Because I’m hungry for itfrom him.
Shai kicks open my legs, pressing the tip of a finger against my rim. “Now I get to take my prize,” he says, pushing inside. “Fuck…this is a tight little hole. It’s gonna feel so good to get your cherry.”
I push back against him, my dick hard and leaking. It’s not even the finger inside me that feels especially good yet, though I like the sensation of him sliding it in and out. It’s the mind game. The side of me that knew when I looked into his blue eyes, his face hidden by the mask, that one day I would have him. The side of me that’s just not right, the one who wanted this man I can’t trust to hunt and fuck me. All that turns me on, the shit in my head more powerful than the actual feeling yet.
“I’m bored,” I tell him, pushing back against him.
“I have to work you open. You’ve never done this before.”
“All I asked you to do is fuck me,” I argue.
“I’m not hurting you. Just be patient. I promise it will be worth it.”
He pushes another slick finger inside me, fucking me with them, twisting and turning them inside me. It’s different, the full feeling I get, the stretch of muscles that aren’t typically stretched this way.
His left arm wraps around my body, pushing my shirt out of the way. I rip open the buttons, throwing it to the floor, not wanting anything to get in the way of the pleasure I’m chasing.
Shai wraps a hand around my dick, stroking while he finger-fucks me. I’m not sure yet how I feel being on the other side of it. I’m used to being the one to do this to someone else, but my body is responding in all the right ways.
“That’s it. Take my fingers. Let me work open your little cherry for my dick. I caught you, and now I get to do whatever I want to you.” He plays with my balls now, still fingering me.
“I let you catch me.”
“I could have caught you long before if I’d wanted to.”
“You’re taking too long. You say you captured me. Fucking prove it. Take what you say you earned before I turn you around and fuck you instead.”
He growls in response, works three fingers into me. I can’t hold back the groan, fighting against the moment of discomfort, knowing I need to relax and let him work me open.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. You let me work three fingers up your ass.”
Those words do something weird to my brain, make it feel like it’s short-circuiting.
My body is already adjusting to him. I’d started to go soft a little, but the pleasure is building again now, my pet stroking me and stretching me back to life.
“God, it’s going to feel so good to fuck a Mafia prince,” he says, mouth close to my ear.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I curse. “Show me you deserve it,” I taunt.
Shai rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth. I turn slightly so I can see him roll it down his cock, and he was telling the truth. He’s fucking thick. He wasn’t lying about being pierced either. He’s got a barbell through his glans.
“Jesus.”
