“Your ankle,” Silver repeated, “just that. Don’t bother mentioning if anything else hurts, it won’t make me stop.”
Ackor Hue’s sobs raced through Nuri’s mind and his spine stiffened, but not in fear like Silver clearly assumed. Nuri wasn’t afraid of that prospect.
He was excited.
“You walked into this trap willingly,” Silver chuckled. “Too late to turn back, remember? I’m not letting you go tonight. You aren’t leaving until I’ve had my fill of you and you’re filled with my come.”
A swear slipped past Nuri’s lips and he slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening at his audacity. Cursing at the Emperor? He’d seen Silver lose his shit over smaller infractions than that and knew better.
Instead of getting angry, however, Silver seemed the opposite. His eyes gleamed with mischief and in the next instant, his fingers were back at Nuri’s hole, delving inside to curl and stroke at his warm inner walls.
“You only care about my ankle,” Nuri struggled to distract himself from the pleasurable sensations, his dick already straining and leaking. If he didn’t, he’d blow and lose before they even got to the good stuff.
Silver wasn’t the only one who planned on staying here until they were satisfied. Nuri had spent most of his life wishing for this very thing, Silver on top of him and soon to be inside of him. He wasn’t about to self-sabotage and come before the main event.
“You only care about my ankle,” he tried again after his mind had wandered when Silver picked up the pace, spearing three fingers into him now, “because you want me to have to work for you when this is over.”
“This?” Silver shook his head. “This will never be over, not between us. There is no escape, I’m going to have you.” He pulled his hand free and then lifted onto his knees, yanking Nuri’s ass off the bed so that the tip of his cock now pressed against his entrance. “Tonight. And this time, you won’t dare forget a single second of it.”
Nuri opened his mouth to tell him to wait, the sudden shift from easing him into things to racing at the speed of onehundred causing his nerves to spike, but Silver wasn’t having any of that.
With one swift flick of his hips, he shoved all eight inches of his cock inside of Nuri’s tight body, hissing at the squeeze and resistance as he seated himself down to the root.
A cry tore from Nuri’s lips, a mixture of pain and searing pleasure jolting up his spine like a lightning bolt. Instinctively, he clawed at Silver’s arms and tried to wiggle up the bed and away from the steel-like member spearing through him.
The Emperor readjusted his hold and then yanked Nuri back onto his cock, his balls slapping against Nuri’s ass. The expression on his face was wild and intense, filled with pure undiluted lust, and within moments Silver was acting on it, pounding into Nuri despite his cries of alarm.
“Stop!” Nuri’s head rolled against the mattress as that tender spot inside of him was continuously rubbed against. “It hurts!”
He’d never had anything even close to this large in him before—all of his past lovers had been of average length and girth, and the toys he kept at home packed away at the bottom of his dresser drawer…well, even the biggest of those wasn’t nearly as impressive as the Emperor. But it was too much, and while there were still waves of pleasure, the pain had yet to subside, the stretch and the burn causing tears to prickle at the corners of Nuri’s eyes until he was a sobbing mess.
“You’ll get used to it,” Silver said before one of his hands found Nuri’s dick and began to stroke in time with his thrusts. “It’s not the first time you’re taking it.”
“I was delirious and on pain meds!” Nuri argued.
“Here, let me help you.”
Nuri’s protests died on his lips while those skilled fingers wrapped around him, the Emperor’s thumb dragging against the bottom from root to tip. His touch sent sparks zingingthroughout his entire body, before long he was mindlessly rocking back against Silver, moaning with every sharp thrust against his hole and the tight grip on his dick.
“All this time and I had no idea how lascivious you were,” Silver panted over Nuri, easily keeping tempo as he spoke. “You look so erotic, who could have guessed you kept all of this hidden beneath those crisp suits and haughty countenance.”
“No,” he shook his head in denial. “I’m not—”
Silver let go of his dick and dropped over him, momentarily crushing Nuri beneath his weight, seemingly on purpose, before he lifted. He kept one arm next to Nuri’s head and brought his hand to his throat, applying enough pressure that Nuri’s eyes widened.
“Just how many other people have you allowed to see you like this, Narek?” Silver asked, a thread of warning in his tone. His eyes flashed with anger, and there was a tightness to his expression that hadn’t been there a second ago. He adjusted himself, slipping his knees beneath Nuri’s thighs to force his ass to tip up, allowing his cock to stroke in even deeper.
“How many filthy hands did you let touch you the way I’m touching you?” he continued, his fury brewing with every word. “How many others have plowed this tight hole of yours?”
Truthfully, Nuri had only slept with two other men before, but the encounters had been so disappointing he hadn’t been interested in trying again. Aside from that, he’d been with less than a handful of women over the years, flings that both parties had been on the same page about going in.
“That’s right,” Silver stated then, almost as if he’d actually just recalled, “you’re bisexual, aren’t you?” His hand compressed his throat a little more. “Is this your first time with a man?”
“You’ve slept with many other men, majesty,” Nuri pointed out. “Did you ask every single one of them this same question?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I’m not sure why you’re asking me.”
