Gabriel
thrust his full length into the tight, welcoming heat, groaning when he bottomed out. Beneath him, Ellis let out a moan muffled by the sheets. He ran his free hand up Ellis’ back before returning to grip his side, holding him in a bruising grasp. These marks would serve as the first of many reminders come morning. When he pulled out, he did so slowly, savoring the drag before slamming back in ruthlessly.
He thought back to Ellis in the car, how the man’s pulse had raced beneath ’s fingers, how his nervousness had made him stumble over that client’s list. His little bird had been almost shy then, trying to maintain his professional facade. But had felt Ellis’ hardness pressed against his thigh when he’d pinned him to the leather seat, just like now, aroused without a single touch to his cock. His escort’s body had betrayed him twice now, responding to ’s dominance in ways no practiced professional should.
Ellis didn’t just accept rough treatment—he craved it. The evidence was there in every tremor, every desperate push back against ’s cock. And had every intention of giving him exactly what he needed.
“So perfect for me,” purred, tightening his grip until Ellis whimpered. “Taking everything I give you so beautifully.” He watched a shudder run through Ellis’ frame at the praise, noted how the boy’s cock dripped steadily onto his thousand-thread-count sheets, staining the Egyptian cotton. Others might break under ’s ruthlessness, but not Ellis. No, Ellis took everything gave him and asked for more, every barely-stifled moan that spoke of genuine need rather than practiced performance.
had known from the moment Ellis had knelt so prettily that he wouldn’t be letting this one go. But now, feeling how Ellis matched his intensity, how he yielded without breaking, how he pushed back against every brutal thrust—now was certain. This wasn’t just about owning Ellis’ contract anymore. He wanted everything: every genuine response, every crack in that careful mask, every desperate sound Ellis tried to swallow back. And soon, he would tear away that cheap lace—the last reminder of Ellis’ other life—and replace it with silk and fine fabrics worthy of what was his.
“Tell me how it feels, petit oiseau,” commanded, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust. He needed to hear Ellis’ voice break with pleasure, needed more proof that his little bird was as unbreakable as he seemed.
tightened his grip, slamming into Ellis with renewed force. Each thrust pulled fresh sounds from the man beneath him, desperate little noises that proved right. He drew his hand away from the bruising grip and spanked his little bird’s flank, eliciting a low hiss. A red patch blossomed on Ellis’ skin.
“Perfect,” growled, savoring how Ellis arched into the sting. He released Ellis’ neck, shifting to grip both hips in a punishing hold as he leaned back.
Keeping just the tip of his cock inside his little bird’s quivering hole, seized the cheap lace in both hands. With one sharp motion, he tore the fabric from Ellis’ body, drawing a startled gasp as the string snapped against sensitive skin. Red lines marked where the thong had dug into those perfect hips before surrendering. He tossed the ruined scrap aside with disgust before bringing his palm down hard across Ellis’ now-bare ass.
Each strike painted his canvas in shades of red, marking what was his. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Ellis’ increasingly desperate gasps.
scowled, still unsatisfied despite Ellis’ sharp cries, the expensive sheets twisted in his grip, the way he writhed between trying to escape the intensity while arching into each thrust. He craved deeper surrender - wanted his little bird bent over his knee, wanted to draw out those pleas for mercy until they transformed into desperate begging. But that would have to wait. That particular lesson deserved to be savored, perhaps as a forthcoming punishment. slammed into him again, his hands forcing Ellis’ hips to cant at the precise angle that would brush the man’s prostate with each thrust.
Ellis’ responsiveness was intoxicating. Each moan, each tremor, each instinctive roll of his hips to meet ’s brutal pace proved this wasn’t the calculated performance of an experienced escort. His little bird’s genuine pleasure fed something primal in ’s chest, something that demanded more. He drove into Ellis relentlessly, forcing him to surrender more of his weight to the bed and into ’s steadying grip. Ellis’ balance faltered, leaving him practically suspended in ’s hands as pleasure blazed up ’s spine. He ground deep as his release claimed him, silently cursing the latex barrier that kept him from marking Ellis properly, from claiming him completely.
A desperate movement caught his attention as Ellis tried to slip a hand beneath himself.
“Please, sir,” Ellis moaned, voice breaking beautifully. “Please, please...”
pinned the wandering hand to the bed, savoring the way Ellis’ whole body trembled at the denial. He leaned close to Ellis’ ear, letting his breath ghost over sensitive skin. “You’ll only come when I allow it.” His words drew a helpless whimper from Ellis as traced the shell of his ear with his tongue, already planning all the ways he would make his little bird beg.
pulled out, disposing of the condom in the trash can by the nightstand. Placing another condom within easy reach, he observed Ellis, who remained motionless where had placed him, save for the fine tremors running through his frame. Such perfect obedience. ran his hand up the man’s smooth, warm back, savoring the flex of lean muscles beneath his fingertips.
“Exquisite,” murmured, his cock already stirring again at the sight. It should have been too soon—he hadn’t recovered this quickly since his university days. But something about Ellis stripped away years of careful control.
seized Ellis and flipped him onto his back, dragging him to the center of the bed. Too impatient to do more than discard his shoes and suit jacket, he gripped Ellis’ thighs and splayed them wide against his hips. Ellis’ cock strained against his stomach, precum pooling on flushed skin as tremors wracked his frame. Yet his face was hidden behind his arm, his other hand twisting in the sheets, betraying the internal battle raging beneath his skin. Despite his obvious arousal, despite how his body melted beneath ’s touch, Ellis was still clinging to that professional distance.
But had witnessed the truth in every response tonight—how Ellis surrendered not from years of practice, but from something deeper, something that longed to submit, to please, to belong. The thought made ’s blood burn hotter.
He needed to shatter that final barrier, to demolish the facade Ellis desperately maintained. He wanted to possess every inch of this man, to have him sinking to his knees not because he was paid to, but because something in him craved it as deeply as needed to command it. To own him so completely that Ellis would forget there was ever a time he hadn’t belonged to .
“Uncover your face,” ordered, his voice rough with need. Ellis hesitated, head turning away as that telling blush crept down his neck and chest. watched the war play out as Ellis’ body instinctively curved toward him even as his mind struggled to maintain control. “Now.”
When Ellis finally lowered his arm and met his gaze, saw that same conflict in his eyes: raw desire battling ingrained professionalism. His gaze caught on the bruise marring Ellis’ cheek—someone else’s mark, someone else’s claim. The sight made something dark twist in his chest. He slapped the unmarked cheek—just hard enough to sting, deliberately holding back, though he wanted nothing more than to paint over that other man’s bruise with his own claim.
But that wasn’t something you did with a stranger, not without proper negotiations and boundaries. For now, he would have to content himself with watching Ellis’ cock twitch against his stomach, a small whimper escaping those perfect lips that had nothing to do with practiced performance and everything to do with need.
“You will listen when I give you an order the first time. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Ellis breathed, the word barely a whisper.
“Yes, what?”
Ellis swallowed hard, turning to face again. “Yes, sir,” he replied, his voice steadier now, that professional mask making one last desperate attempt to shield him.
’s jaw clenched at the sound. He was so close to breaking through, could feel Ellis trembling on the edge of surrender. He hadn’t brought Ellis here to watch him hide behind years of practiced distance. wanted to strip away every defense until nothing remained but raw need.
’s lips curved into a smile. “Good boy,” he murmured, sliding his hands up Ellis’ chest. He pressed forward, urging Ellis’ legs wider as he claimed his mouth in a demanding kiss. ’s fingers wrapped around Ellis’ throat, applying just enough pressure to make his intention clear. The sudden grip pulled a gasp from his lips, giving the opening he sought to deepen the kiss. He plunged his tongue into Ellis’ mouth, claiming him with the same possessive intensity he’d used to claim his body. Ellis’ fingers twisted into ’s shirt, caught between his last shred of resistance and his body’s desperate need to submit.
When pulled back, his gaze dropped to those swollen, wet lips, deliberately avoiding the bruise that made his blood boil. Watching that careful control splinter, he increased the pressure against Ellis’ throat. Another sharp slap to the unmarked cheek was all it took—the final push that shattered what remained of his little bird’s carefully constructed walls. The sweetest whimper escaped as tears gathered in his eyes, and there it was: victory.
Ellis melted beneath him, every line of tension dissolving as he yielded completely to ’s hold. His head fell back, throat bared in instinctive submission, pupils blown so wide the brown was barely visible, gaze glazed with that perfect hazy look of absolute surrender. His true little bird emerged at last, stripped of pretense, of professionalism, of everything but pure, desperate need.
’s cock fully hardened at the sight. He eased his grip just long enough to roll on the condom, savoring how Ellis tracked his every movement with naked hunger. stroked himself slowly, drinking in his victory as Ellis’ gaze followed each motion with desperate want. His little bird, already so perfectly trained to look but not touch, even as his fingers twitched against the sheets with the effort to stay still.
“Are you ready, petit oiseau?” asked, positioning himself at Ellis’ fluttering hole. “Ready to show me how beautifully you surrender?” He leaned closer, letting his breath ghost over Ellis’ ear. “I’m going to keep you like this—desperate and wanting, existing only for my pleasure. My perfect little toy to play with whenever I desire.”
Ellis shuddered beneath him, cock twitching against his stomach at ’s words. He started to nod, then caught himself. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, voice rough with need.
wrapped his hand back around Ellis’ throat as he slammed his cock home. Ellis’ groan echoed through the room, his spine bowing off the bed as his fingers twisted desperately in Egyptian cotton.
“That’s it,” purred, “take what I give you. You were made for this—made to be owned, to be used.” He drove into Ellis ruthlessly, gradually increasing the pressure on Ellis’ neck until his eyes rolled back, tears flowing freely down his flushed cheeks.
Tomorrow, Ellis would wear a necklace of bruises, a visible claim for all to see. The thought of his little bird marked and collared sent fresh heat coursing through ’s veins. He’d keep him in a gilded cage, pampered and pristine, until chose to mark him up again. Always available, always eager to please.
He released Ellis’ throat, drinking in the desperate gasps for air. “Soon you’ll forget there was ever a time you weren’t mine,” growled, covering Ellis’ smaller frame with his own as he rutted deep. “Every mark, every bruise, every ache will remind you who you belong to.” His mouth found Ellis’ neck, sucking hard enough to raise a perfect purple bloom. When Ellis’ fingers tangled in his hair with a broken moan, smiled against the damp skin before sinking his teeth into the tender junction of neck and shoulder.
Ellis cried out, his body clamping down around ’s cock as he spilled between them without permission.
Naughty boy. But oh, how sweetly he broke.
fucked him through his orgasm, drinking in every tremor and whimper while chasing his own pleasure. His second climax of the night crashed through him, and he collapsed onto Ellis, pleased his little bird was sturdy enough to take his full weight, unlike previous bed partners who’d been too delicate for his tastes.
Only when his pulse steadied did prop himself up on an elbow. He traced a finger down Ellis’ tear-stained cheek, catching another drop as it fell. “You came before I allowed it.” He felt Ellis tremble beneath him, watched fear and arousal war in those glassy eyes. “We’ll have to try again. This time, you’ll wait. You’ll learn to come only when I permit it, won’t you, petit oiseau?”
Fresh tears spilled from Ellis’ eyes as he nodded. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, voice utterly wrecked.
grinned, already imagining all the ways he’d train his little bird. Each lesson would strip away more of that professional veneer until nothing remained but pure submission to ’s will. Ellis would learn obedience, one exquisite lesson at a time, until he forgot there was ever a time he hadn’t belonged to .