“You fighting? ’Cause I can help you teach him a lesson,” he hummed as he laid a hand on my knee.
“Remove that fucking hand or I’ll be teaching you a fucking lesson,” Tony growled out behind me. My body tensed, and the man squeezed my leg before he let go. It wasn’t quick enough for Tony because he grabbed the man’s wrist and used his thumb to bend his hand back toward him.
Rufus cried out, and Gary rushed over. “Tony, don’t make me call security.”
Tony let him go and snarled, “Fuck off.”
Rufus narrowed his eyes at Tony and whispered, “Big fucking mistake,” before he finally moved away. I sat on the stool, unsure what to do or say. My brain told me I should be angry with Tony for acting like a jealous barbarian. But my cock was currently celebrating the possessive asshole who didn’t want to share his favorite toy.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tony ground out in my ear.
“Having a drink,” I snarked in return.
He caged me in with a hand grasping the bar on either side of me and whispered, “What did I fucking tell you about coming here without me?”
That was all it took for my brain to win out. My cock deflated, and I spun around to face him. I expected him to step back, but he held my gaze, his eyes unrepentant and angry.
“You don’t own me, Tony. I’m not yourproperty,” I snarled.
His nostrils flared in anger. I’d emphasized the word property on purpose, and he knew exactly what I was saying. Did I want to wear a cut declaring to the world that this man owned me? You bet your ass I did. Did I ever think I would?
Not a chance.
We’d been playing this game for years. I placed a hand on Tony’s chest to push him back so I could leave, but he didn’t move. Instead, he moved in closer, his lips on my neck, and said, “I fucking own you, Simon. You don’t need a piece of leather to know that.”
My body trembled at his coarse words. He was right. I didn’t need the leather vest to know this man owned me, body and soul, whether I wanted him to or not.
“You’re right, Tony. I know you own me. But I want the world to know it to.”
His breathing sped up, and I expected the same argument we always had. That the world didn’t have a place in our relationship. That what the world thought about us didn’t have any bearing on how he felt about me.
It was all hypocritical bullshit. Every excuse he had for keeping us a secret was just that. An excuse to justify how deep in the closet he was, and how deep he planned to stay.
“You want them to know who fucking owns you? Then let’s fucking show them.”
He grabbed my hand and dragged me from my stool to the middle of the room, where he pushed me down on my knees and unbuckled his belt. He released his dick in front of me and ordered, “Suck it.”
I stared up at him for a heartbeat before giving in. I opened my mouth and engulfed him. We hadn’t been here together in weeks. He’d been working on a case that was kicking his ass. And because he wasn’t here with me, I was horny as hell. Because I still came out here and watched.
I watched all the things I was missing out on by letting this man control me.
So, I took him in my mouth and groaned at what I’d been missing. I pulled his suit pants down further, uncovering his balls, and grasped them in my hand, rolling them between my fingers.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Simon.”
Tony’s fingers ran through my hair as I bobbed my head. I tugged on his testicles, and the sound that rumbled out of his chest almost had me losing my load without ever being touched.
Tony held my head as he fucked my throat, demanding my compliance.
“You want me to claim you, Simon? You want people to know you fucking belong to me.? The only people who need to know I own you are the ones who think they can fucking touch you.”
My eyes closed at his possessive words. I loved it when he dominated me, when he forced me to submit to his demands.
“Get the fuck up,” he ordered as he pulled his cock away from me.
I scrambled to my feet without a word, waiting for his next command. He wrapped his hand around his length and stared at me. The fire I saw in his eyes gave me a moment of fear—not that he would hurt me, but that he would walk away. That he would get tired of the fight the way I was.
Only, I couldn’t walk away. Because he did own me. He always would.
