Chapter 17
Bento
Niran wasn’t teasing me, and he wasn’t taking his time. I never thought he’d be the kind of man to do so. He worked quickly and diligently, stripping me of my clothes until I was lying bare atop his desk, all the paperwork he had piled on top crinkling beneath my muscular body.
My stomach muscles quivered as Niran took a moment to lightly trace the bruises covering my abdomen, his eyes darkening with rage.
“When we’re done here,” he growled, his voice low and threaded with so much danger, alarms rang in my head, even if that danger didn’t pertain to me, “we’re paying them a little visit. ”
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” I asked, my breathing quickening as he slid his fingertips down my abdomen until he was brushing the tip of my leaking cock.
I whimpered, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it.
I was so fucking needy for him, even if he was probably going to make this hurt.
“Nothing quite like torturing someone on—” I moaned when his fist circled my cock— “Halloween.”
“I do love Halloween,” Niran mused before releasing my cock.
I whined, my fingers curling into fists.
But then, Niran was gripping my thighs and tugging me to the edge of his desk.
Papers fluttered off the edges, but neither of us paid them any mind.
Once my ass was balanced on the edge and he had me right where he wanted me, his spit on his fingers and probed at my entrance.
“Niran—oh, fuck,” I groaned, the sound throaty and raw.
He wasted no time in spearing those two fingers inside of me.
The stretch burned, and I was definitely too dry, but Niran was inside of me.
I didn’t give a fuck that it was just his fingers.
I just wanted him in any way he could give himself to me.
He pulled his fingers out, then spit on them again before sliding them back inside of me. The glide was a little easier that time, and I relaxed a little—
Until he rubbed those two fingers over my prostate.
I moaned like a whore, my back arching right before I hissed a breath through my teeth, pain pulsing through my muscles. Niran growled at me in warning. “Lay flat and don’t fucking move, kon-dii. I won’t be happy if you hurt yourself more.”
“You’re—” I moaned again, my head spinning. He was rubbing relentlessly over that sweet spot inside of me, and if he didn’t stop, I was going to come completely untouched. “You’re killing me.”
““Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he growled, abruptly pulling his fingers out of me.
I snapped my eyes open, my chest heaving.
That empty in my ass feeling left me hollow everywhere.
My shoulder was throbbing, but I didn’t pay it any mind.
Not when my cock was leaking like a fountain and was so hard, it had its own damn heartbeat.
“Niran…” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Your punishment, kon-dii, remember?” he taunted. “You’re the one who said you’d take whatever punishment I decided to give you, correct?”
Past me needed to eat shit because what the fuck. I’d thought I might take a good fucking pounding that would make it uncomfortable to sit for a few days, but nope. Niran was pure fucking evil. He was going to toy with me and withhold my orgasm until he said he was ready for me to come.
It was torture.
“You’re a dick,” I snapped.
He snorted. “Classic comeback,” he teased. And then, he was punching his fingers inside of me again, instantly finding my prostate once more, and I forgot what the fuck we were even arguing about. I moaned, my cock leaking. I was so close. So close—
He pulled his fingers out again. Calling him a bastard was right on the tip of my tongue, but then the blunt tip of his cock was at my entrance, and he was pushing inside of me, my legs hooked over his forearms.
“Niran,” I gasped, my toes curling. He was big. Too fucking big. I couldn’t breathe. Oh, God, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t—
“Breathe,” Niran murmured, easing out and spitting on his cock before pushing back inside of me a little deeper.
“You can take my cock for me, can’t you, kon-dii?
You want to take it. I know you do. You’ve been dreaming of it for years.
Moaning my name every time you stuffed this pretty ass full of one of your toys.
I listened to you sometimes, you know?” His words were doing the trick, distracting me from the pain as he split me open on his dick.
All I could focus on were his husky words and knowing he’d listened to me when I got myself off while thinking of him.
“I used to torture myself with the sounds of you working your cock and riding one of those silicone toys, kon-dii. You always sounded so beautiful when you came, my name on your lips sounding like you were praying to me. Worshiping me.”
“I was,” I choked out. “Always. You’re the only person I’ll ever wor—worship,” I gasped, my body trembling when he settled all the way inside of me, his hips flush against my ass.
“Better fucking be,” he growled, and that was the last thing I was capable of understanding.
He circled his fingers around the base of my cock and proceeded to wreck me.
My body jostled with every hard thrust into my ass, and my ears began to ring.
All I could do was moan and whine and plead.
I didn’t even know what I was saying. All I knew was that I needed to come and Niran felt so good inside of me.
So right. I never wanted him to leave my body.
Tears leaked down my face, and I sobbed, my breath hitching in my throat. “Niran,” I sobbed. “P-please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blubbered. “I need to come. Please let me come. I need—” I sobbed again, more tears racing down my cheeks and into my hair.
Niran released his hold on my cock, his expression softening. My heart clenched in my chest. He was never soft for anyone, but he was soft with me. It was my fucking undoing. And thankfully, he gave me those magic words before I managed to disobey him.
“Come, kon-dii.”
I erupted, and my vision went black.