With my hand still on his neck, I maneuver him to the private cabins at the back of the dungeon. Felix doesn’t struggle; he reads my body like a book, knowing exactly where to step and turn to ensure there’s zero resistance.
Cabin 9 is available.Good.
I toss Felix into the room, where he lands against an examination table. He turns to me, panting, with a wild look in his eyes.
The way he’s leaning over the table makes him look so vulnerable. The curve of his ass makes my mouth water, and my hands itch to touch him. I turn my gaze to the wall of equipment, trying to decide which one I want to use. My fingers trail along a black leather belt.
There are rules here—signs of consent. Safe words. Conversations about limits.
But something in me, something old and vicious, takes over.
I snap the belt, the crack echoing off the walls. Mirrorssurround us, and the vision of Felix’s body, startling at the sound of the belt, can be seen everywhere. Nothing beats a naked man shaking with fear.
My mind swirls with the possibilities, but lands on a fantasy starring Felix Hargrove that has lived rent-free in my mind since I saw him.
I crack the belt again, then point to the floor. “On your knees,” I command. Felix lowers to his knees, his eyes never disconnecting from mine. “Crawl to me. Slowly.”
Felix inches his way along the floor on all fours. “Good boy.”
He gasps at my approval, and the look on his face is utter perfection.
He loved it—adored the praise.
Once he’s at my feet, he looks up at me, awaiting my next command.
“Say you want it to stop, Felix. Tell me you don’t want this.”
Still on his knees, he rises off his hands and puffs out his chest. “Never,” he rasps out.
I point to my boots. “Clean them.”
He looks at my boots, momentarily confused, before I clarify my command. “With your tongue.”
Felix wastes no time lowering his head to my boots and licking them clean. I stroke my cock as I watch the reflection of his naked body, lowered in submission, cleaning my boots with his tongue.
I use the boot he’s cleaning to guide his head to the other one and say, “I bet you’ve never even had tap water over there at Mayor’s Mansion—just champagne from a crystal flute. Yet, here you are licking my filthy boots.”
Felix moans, and my chest rumbles with another growl. My snarl is loud as I grip his hair and raise him off the ground. Ihaul him to the table and bend him over, tossing the belt aside because I want to feel the heat of his ass against my hands.
I look at him through the mirror’s reflection once more. He grips the sides of the table, a devilish smirk curling his lips, waiting for me to make a move.
So, I do. I give him a hard spank on his ass and watch as my handprint appears in a deep shade of red. I lock eyes with him in the mirror again, and he says, “Thank you, sir.”
Sir.“Good. Fucking. Boy.”
He smiles again, and I unleash on his ass, spanking him hard and fast, over and over again. My eyes are torn between watching his ass turn red and gazing at the look of ecstasy mixed with agony on his face through the mirror. His back is arched, his face turned upward, and he grunts as I spank him. He doesn’t cry out as others do; he holds it in, showing how fucking ready he is for this.
My vision blurs, and I can feel the drool dribbling down my chin.
I stop and fall to my knees, nipping his bruised ass with my teeth. My hands spread his cheeks apart, revealing his pink little hole.
I dive in face-first and feast on his ass, circling his rim with my tongue before fucking his hole with it. He gasps again, panting as I eat him out with fervor. His skin tastes metallic, and his sweat smells like freshly fallen rain. I lean back to gaze at my handiwork.
Red. So red.
I stand once more and kiss up his back before taking a bite of his shoulder. “This is what you get with me, Felix. I don’t fuck. I ravage.”
I snag the belt off the ground before grabbing him by theback of his head again and leading us to the wall. I trap him against it with my body, because I want to see the reflection of his face pressed against it as I fuck him into the next room with the belt around his neck.
