“That was an order, Scott. Not a suggestion.”
The pressure behind Joe’s fingers remained light. There was no anger in his words. They were just statements of fact, and they slipped past all of Scott’s defences.
Bypassing his brain completely, the command rushed to his cock. If it was possible, he got even harder. From there, letter by letter, the words danced up and down his spine. Slowly, his body began to obey Joe’s order.
Scott felt himself relaxing, one set of muscles at a time, until his hole finally welcomed Joe’s finger inside him. It took Joe less than a second to find Scott’s prostate. He rubbed against that sensitive little spot as if in praise for Scott following the order so well.
It was impossible to remain still and silent while Joe toyed with him that way. Scott turned his face into the pillow in an effort to disguise his moans as Joe slid a second finger inside him alongside the first.
Scott bit down on his pillow. His hips bucked. Any control he might have had over his body deserted him. Sucking in gasps of air around his pillow case, Scott helplessly tried to ride Joe’s fingers.
Without warning, the pillow disappeared from beneath Scott’s head. Cotton rasped against his lips as it was jerked away from him. Scott gawped in confusion as the pillow flew through the air and landed in the far corner of the room.
“I’m the only one who’s allowed to gag you from now on,” Joe growled. “And if I don’t gag you, it’s because I want to hear you.”
Joe’s hands came to rest on the sheet to either side of Scott’s body as he leaned over him. Denim rubbed against the inside of Scott’s thighs; Joe’s T-shirt teased the lightly flogged skin on his back. The mattress dipped, causing the cuffs to tighten around Scott’s wrists and ankles. Those sensations all became irrelevant when slicked latex brushed against Scott’s hole.
“Please.” Scott arched his back and pushed out his arse.
Joe’s whole body pressed down against him as Joe bent his arms. Suddenly, he nipped at Scott’s neck. It wasn’t a kiss. Joe’s lips didn’t touch Scott’s skin. It was nothing but a display of primitive dominance, and Scott tipped his head to one side in eager acceptance of it.
Solid muscle pinned Scott to the bed, holding him in place just as effectively as any leather bondage. Joe rubbed his cock against Scott’s arse, but Scott seemed to be the only one who was in a rush to have it inside him.
“Tell me how much you want this,” Joe ordered.
Panic raced through Scott’s veins at the prospect of admitting any such thing, but there was no way he could have disobeyed any command from Joe while there was a chance that compliance might lead to Joe screwing him.
“N-need it,” he blurted out. “Need your c-cock. N-need it in me. Now!”
Joe rocked his hips, pressing the tip of his erection more firmly against Scott’s hole, teasing him without actually entering him. “Is that all you want from me?”
Scott shook his head. Another nip to his neck killed that gesture in its tracks.
Gestures weren’t going to be enough to get him what he wanted. Scott needed words.
Words.Orders. Sex. Suck. Leather. Control. Cum. Lick. Chains. Paddles. Hurt. Please. Need. Please!
Scott offered Joe everything he could think of and, when he ran out of those things, he offered all the things he hadn’t even fully admitted to himself that he wanted.
Words tumbled from Scott’s tongue, but he had no idea if Joe could understand the breathless, stuttering syllables. He only paused when he ran out of air, and even then, he only intended to stop for long enough to gasp.
Joe thrust into him, lodging his cock deep inside Scott with one rough movement. Words became unnecessary. Scott screamed. The sound tore through the air, full of pleasure and relief. There were no attempts at syllables to mar the raw truth in it. If it hadn’t been for the soreness in Scott’s throat, he’d never have believed that he’d been the one to make the wild noise.
“Is that what you need, sweetheart?” Joe snarled into his ear.
Scott whimpered. He barely had enough free brain cells left to understand the question, let alone nod his agreement. Every other part of his mind was completely absorbed with processing the waves of ecstasy rushing through his body.
It wasn’t just a hard cock and a tight hole—not all the bliss racing around his veins was coming from his cock, or even his prostate. Far more than Scott would have ever believed possible poured out from that same part of his mind that had first prompted him to surf websites that sold the kind of toys Joe had a reputation for playing with.
As Joe pulled back and thrust into Scott again, every movement was rough and unyielding. It was obvious to Scott that Joe wasn’t just screwing him; he was taking possession of him.
This part of you will always belong to me…
Scott closed his eyes very tightly. His hands formed into fists above his cuffs. Some of his more intimate muscles clenched around Joe’s cock. Fear swirled through Scott, mixing in with his pleasure and making his head spin. In spite of all logic, it made his cock throb, too.
The possibility of Joe simply walking away the moment he zipped up his fly, of his ownership of Scott ending before it had even started, scared the hell out of him. But Scott couldn’t deny that Joe having all the power over him was as hot as any underworld could be.
Scott scraped the headboard with his fingertips as he scrambled for any sort of hold on the world. He gasped for breath as another hard thrust forced him down into the mattress. His shaft slid against the sheet each time Joe pounded into him. It was almost enough.
