Page 42 of Stolen Compliance

“You remember how it felt to lose everything? To become a thing? Because I can give Luca a taste of that if you want… But you’d better be prepared to come from it.”

His dick twitches against my finger and I cackle softly, loving how I can draw out the villain in him. Such a sweet kid, turned into a demon by me. And yet, I know he’ll give in and be good—this time. He’ll break eventually, and then we can gorge ourselves on the bunny’s tears and screams.

“Please, Sir.”

Two words. One Plea. A submission—an indicator that I’ve won, again. Like I always will when Teo plays his foolish games.

“Please, Sir, what? Go grab Luca?” My words are mocking, and I relish it, the way it heightens my anticipation, even as I add more spit to my cock.

“No, Sir. I… I want you to ruin me. To fuck me like only you can. To…punish me. However you want, because I live for it.” Teo pushes the words out as I line up to ruin him, and then he drops four more words that steal my breath. “I live for you.”

With a growl I can’t contain, I surge forward, fighting his hole as I force my way in. Fuck, it’s not the most comfortable, but I don’t give a damn. Especially when my force pushes him up on his toes. I grip his hips, holding him still.

Sweat is covering both of us by the time I get in fully. For a moment, I stay there. Even as I want to thrust again, I relish this moment. This knowledge that he’s mine. The words may never be said, fuck knows what Sergio would do, but here in the closet, surrounded by his precious, expensive clothes, he’s mine. All. Fucking. Mine.

“Please, Sir… Ruin me.”

“With. Fucking. Pleasure,” I gasp out, his hole still strangling me as I pull almost all the way out.

I thrust forward hard, setting a punishing pace. It takes a moment for his ass to unclench and thank fuck for when it does. The friction was hurting like fuck. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I made him bleed.

Digging my fingers into his waist, I know it’s not going to be much longer for me. From the way Teo is moaning, he’s going to be coming soon, too—if I give him permission.

Glancing down, I notice a few of his clothes are underneath us and that makes my decision. I let go of his hips with one hand and move to grasp his dick, aiming it right for his clothes as I increase my strokes, nailing his prostate.

“Come, Teo. Now!” I snarl, and when his ass clenches down on me, I hurl over the edge right after him.

I’m breathing hard. Hell, I’m fucking shaking still by the time I’m done coming. With a satisfied sigh, I pull out quickly, wanting to add the extra discomfort to him. And from the small streak of blood on my cock, I did what I came here to do.

Still, I’m nice enough to help him up as his limbs don’t seem to be working too well. The blissed-out look on his face tells me he doesn’t care his ass just got handed to him. I chuckle, surprised it comes out sounding…fond, as I push his sweat-soaked hair out of his face.

When his eyes finally lose their blissed-out look, he blinks and opens his mouth. I tap it with my finger, and he subsides. I don’t want him to ruin what we just shared. Not when we both came.

Still, this was supposed to be a punishment. And fucking him until he comes isn’t quite the right move—even if I know he’s going to hurt from it. Part of me oddly doesn’t want to punish him, and I push that weakness aside. I can’t spoil the boy…

“You have a choice,” I state roughly, “Because I was generous and let you come, you still need punished. You can either piss on your clothes or on Luca. What’s it going to be, Teo?”

The horror in his face almost brings more laughter to the surface, but I force myself to glare at him. I’m going to force him to make a mess, it just depends where or what.

Although, part of me hopes he chooses Luca, because I can just imagine waking the guy up and forcing his mouth open for Teo to piss in. I mean, I probably should give Teo all the information to make an informed decision, but fuck that.

It’s my game. And I don’t have to give the rules.

“Make your decision, Teo. You’re making a mess somewhere. In here or out there.”

Choices. It always comes down to choices with him… Impossible, unfair, and mind-numbing choices. There’s a small part of me that asks if I really have a choice when it’s all orchestrated by him… the object of my pain. The source of my every pleasure.

One way or another, Dominic always gets what he wants. And yet no matter what I tell myself, how much I fight against him and my own fucked-up need, I always give in. Whether it’s letting him punish me or offering up my body with the stupid hope he’ll bring me just as much pleasure as pain.

And I’m twisted enough to believe he wants it—needs it—just as much as I do. He keeps coming back after all.

But this… This is a fucked-up choice. One that could firmly plant me as the weak link, the heir who will never measure up, or make me another villain in Luca’s story…

Then again, we’re all villains in someone’s story. Sergio is mine, while Dominic is…complicated.

If I was a better person, I’d write him off. I’d hold strong and tell him to go fuck himself. I’d take one for the team and let him put me through my paces for disobeying him. Or I’d disappoint him and take the coward’s way out. The thing is? I might be weak, but contrary to popular belief, I have learned.

Dominic thinks I don’t understand the rules, that I can’t play the game. I just play a different one from the rest of them. Dangerous? Yes. Foolish? Perhaps. But it’s the only thing that lets me do the job, live this life, and keep my sanity.