He pressed the head to his hole, exhaling in a slow, shaky breath, then began to sink down—inch by inch, agonisingly slow, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open in a gasp as I stretched him. The heat of him was almost unbearable, the tight grip of his body around me making me curse, my fingers clenching helplessly at the silk binding my wrists.
When he finally bottomed out, ass flush to my thighs, he stilled, both of us shaking. He let his head fall forward, sweat dripping onto my chest, his breath harsh and ragged. “So fucking full,” he groaned. “Can feel you everywhere.”
“Ride me,” I ordered, voice hoarse with restraint. “Show me how much you need it. Use me, Cal.”
He smiled and began to move, slow at first, rising until only the head was inside, then slamming back down, fucking himself open on my cock. His hands braced on my pecs, nails digging into the muscle, mouth finding my armpit again, licking, biting, nuzzling as he rode me.
The mix of pain, pleasure, and worship was exquisite. Cal’s mouth on my skin, his ass milking my cock, the sight of his own cock bouncing with every thrust as he moaned into my flesh.The pressure built with every movement, every filthy kiss, every groan of need.
Cal rode me harder, sweat slicking his body, muscles working as he impaled himself again and again, rhythm unsteady, desperate. His hands clutched at my chest, nails scraping through the hair, finding my nipples and rolling them between his fingers, tugging until I cursed, pleasure sparking up my spine. He leaned in, burying his face in my armpit again, licking and sucking greedily, marking me with spit and bite. Every thrust down sent a shudder through him, his body tight around me, perfect.
I felt the strain in my arms, wrists aching with every attempt to move, the silk biting in, keeping me at his mercy. I needed to touch him, needed to claim him fully, not as the man tied down, but as the man who would ruin him over and over.
I twisted my wrists hard, the silk stretching, straining, and finally giving with a satisfying snap. The sound startled Cal, his hips faltering, eyes flying open, mouth parted in a gasp. I caught him by the waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and flipped us in one violent surge, driving him flat to the mattress. He yelped, the sound punched out of him, but his eyes were wild and hungry, a grin breaking across his face as I caged him beneath me.
“Couldn’t wait, huh?” he panted, cock pressed between our bodies, leaking against my abs.
“You make me lose control,” I growled, kissing him hard, biting at his lip, my hands everywhere. “I need you. Need to mark you—make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
He moaned, arching under me, legs spreading wider, feet planted on the bed for leverage. I drove into him again, deeper than before, making him cry out, the sound pure want.
I pushed up, manhandling him, dragging him to the edge of the bed and forcing him to stand on shaking legs. His kneesalmost gave, but I held him up, one arm locked around his chest, the other gripping his hip.
“Face the wall,” I ordered, voice gone hoarse with command.
Cal obeyed without question, bracing his hands against the cool plaster, ass jutting out, body trembling. I pressed up behind him, cock still buried inside, hands running over his ribs, his stomach, and his thighs. I bit his shoulder, sucking a bruise there, then licked the mark, soothing it, worshipping him even as I claimed him.
I slammed into him, fucking him against the wall, the sound of our bodies echoing through the room. He pressed his forehead to the paint, gasping, one hand moving down to stroke himself, desperate for more. I leaned in, licking the sweat from his spine, kissing every notch of bone, every scar and bruise. My teeth scraped along the line of his jaw, my tongue following, tasting salt and need.
I pulled him back by the hair, kissed him then shoved him higher up the wall, spreading his legs wider with my knee. I spat in my hand, slicked myself again, then drove into him even harder, relentless. His body welcomed me, greedy and yielding, every thrust making him shudder.
My mouth was everywhere. I trailed my tongue down his spine, kneeling behind him, worshipping the curve of his ass, kissing the base of his spine, biting at the swell of flesh before spreading his cheeks and diving in again, tongue fucking him while I stroked his cock from behind.
He sobbed, lost to sensation, hands scrabbling for purchase, body arching back into my mouth. I stood, slicked my cock again, and pushed back in, both of us howling at the stretch, the heat, the raw, filthy pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around his chest, crushing him to me, fucking up into him with brutal, relentless force, our bodies slamming together, sweat and spit and desperation mixing inthe air. The wall shook with every thrust, Cal’s hands braced flat for leverage, my mouth at his shoulder, biting and soothing, my cock buried so deep I could feel his pulse around me.
Each thrust was a claim, a promise, a challenge until the world shrank to the single, burning line where our bodies met. The slap of skin, Cal’s strangled moans, my ragged breathing. My balls ached, cock so hard I was seeing stars, but I held back, wanting him to remember this, to feel it for days.
“God, Dom, please,” Cal choked out, voice shattered, wrecked. “Fuck me, ruin me, don’t stop, don’t ever stop?—”
I fucked him harder, hips snapping up, pinning him to the wall with the force of it, hands sliding down to his waist to grip him, to keep him in place. He arched his back, ass pushing back to meet me, his whole body begging for more, desperate and wild. I spat on my fingers, reached around, stroking his cock in time with my thrusts, his head thrown back against my shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream.
“Tell me what you want,” I growled into his ear, voice thick and slurred with lust.
He twisted, breath hot against my cheek. “Piss in me,” he begged, raw and shameless, the words a live wire between us. “Please, Dom.”
The request sent a savage thrill through me, primal and possessive. I slowed my thrusts, pressing deep, grinding my hips in circles as I let go, the hot stream flooding his tight hole. Cal gasped, whole body trembling as he took it, moaning as I filled him, his ass twitching around my cock.
“Fuck, yes—God, that’s it, fuck—” He pushed back, greedy, desperate, wringing every last drop from me, the filthy sensation making my cock jerk and throb inside him.
When I finished, I didn’t pull out—just held him there, one hand on his chest, the other on his hip, feeling him milk every last shiver from my body. He reached down, scooped the messleaking out of him, and smeared it over his cock, stroking himself as he rocked back on my length.
I was close—so close I was shaking with it, moaning his name, breath hot on his skin. “You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, voice cracking as I lost rhythm, lost everything but the need to fill him. “Tightest hole I’ve ever been in—never want to leave?—”
He twisted around to kiss me, filthy and desperate, our teeth clacking, tongues tangled, sweat and spit and salt mingling. “Come in me,” he begged.
That was all it took. My whole body seized, every muscle locking tight as the orgasm ripped through me, white-hot and all-consuming. I buried myself as deep as I could, my cock swelling inside him, balls drawn up tight as I emptied into his slick, ruined hole. I moaned—loud, raw, completely unguarded—my voice echoing off the walls, Cal milking every spasm with the squeeze of his body, the twist of his hips, the way he pressed his ass back to take every last drop.
