Chapter Seven #3
I drop my whole weight on him, smashing his lungs against the desk just enough to make him gasp and let go of my flesh.
“Do I need to pull all your teeth out?” I grunt, pushing myself up.
He remains still, panting as I look at the bite marks he left on my skin.
“You want to hit me? Come on! You think I’m not used to it?
” he suddenly screams. “I’ve been treated like shit my whole life.
A hard fuck makes me forget about how shitty and suffocating everything is.
What’s wrong with that? You…you feel like the worst, most tempting escape I’ve ever needed.
” He finishes, tugging hard on his tied wrists, but I don’t let go.
The most tempting escape, eh? I squeeze one plush ass cheek in my hand. His words replay in my head. Fuuuck. I’m not sure why I let his little outbursts bother me. It annoys me how he can rattle me.
“Say no, and I’ll stop,” I growl, angry at him but more at myself for letting his confession affect me.
He remains silent, so I add, “I’ll give you three thrusts of my cock to think about it.”
I spread his ass cheeks and position my covered dick right over his soaked, pink asshole. Christ. I’m a fucking saint for not just taking what’s right in front of me. Instead, I let my hard bulge slide over it.
“One,” I grunt, bending my upper body over his, holding the weight on my elbow to whisper darkly in his ear. “Can you feel how thick and long my cock is? It would wreck your hole.”
I feel more than hear his labored gasp.
“Two.” Another rock of my hips. I could fucking come like this. “Your slutty hole is clenching, I bet it wants a taste of gangster cock.” I deepen my voice, turning it into a gruff, guttural murmur.
His forehead drops on the desk, and he moves his head from side to side like he’s trying to find some form of control.
“Three.” I press a little harder. “Is the thought of being fucked open by my cock enough to make you cum?” I hear a muffled yes. And a more.
“More talking or more thrusting?” I bite his ear in retaliation for my hand.
“Both,” he cries out.
Fuck yes! I smirk and pull up.
“Fucking. Dirty. Slut.”
He moans hearing it. I read somewhere that some folks have a kink for getting degraded and treated like shit, but who would have thought an Enzino would be hot for that?
I spank his ass—both cheeks with the palm and back of my hand—while I give it two more thrusts of my dick. Mmm, it’s turning apple red. His sloppy hole has dampened my pants, and the sight rips a groan from my mouth. My cock is about to burst.
“Did I give you permission to drool all over my dick?” I rasp, rubbing the head over his balls.
Keep whimpering, be even more miserable.
From the first time I laid my eyes on him, I wondered what it would feel like to have him at my mercy, what sort of face he’d make, what kind of noises I could rip from his throat.
But in my imagination, he was hanging from the ceiling and covered in blood, certainly not bent in front of me with his hole gaping for cock.
“Just remember, Enzino, my hate for you is enough to sustain me for three lifetimes.” It feels like I need to remind myself as well. “This changes nothing.”
He huffs. “Then Luca ‘Scarface’ Nero, Leone Mafia boss, let’s fuck it out before I change my mind.”
I’m going to fuck the brat out of him. I grab his throat and arch his head back, not caring about his comfort.
“Soon I’ll have to shut your mouth for moaning too loud.” I give his ass another hard slap before letting go of his neck.
He whimpers. “I loathe you.” Another tug on his wrists, but funnily enough, he never asked me to untie him. He likes it, and I do, too. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, finally releasing my length. I get a condom out of my wallet. My dick has never been this eager before.
“You better keep your mouth shut while I’m slam-fucking that tight hole of yours, I don’t like screamers,” I state while sheathing myself.
“Like you could ever make me scream,” he retorts.
Now I do want to hear him. I want him to hear how much he loves getting plowed by me.
Emboldened by the challenge, I spread his ass cheeks, spit on his asshole, and then thrust. Jesus.
Christ. His ass fits in one of my hands, but he can take all of my thick nine inches in one fucking go.
So damn tight. He trembles and jerks as I push deeper, reaching the deepest part of him.
Hot, wet heaven. My balls want to fill it all right now.
I slap the side of his thigh. “Relax a bit, you’re about to snap my cock in half.”
He shivers again, and then I hear a moan as he starts rhythmically clenching so hard I have to grit my teeth. Did he just fucking come?
I sneer, “You nutted just from me forcing it in?”
“Jesus, your big cock,” he slurs. “Only your cock. You? I could do without.”
Oh, really? I noticed the long mirror on the left wall when I walked into the office, and now I think I can use it to my advantage.
I pull on the necktie and lift his upper body off the desk so that he can see us in the mirror.
My hand grabs his chin to keep his face still as I tell him, “Look at that,” I growl, pulling my hips back and then ramming right back in.
His lips part, his eyes darken with pleasure and pain as I shove my length into him again.
“Look at who you are letting fuck you.” I smirk evilly. “Your kidnapper, who slapped you around and handcuffed you to a sofa.”
“I just came,” he clips.
“But I didn’t,” I remind him. “And I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a few days.”
I batter him with such force that his pain and pleasure are perfectly balanced. I can tell just how much he enjoys having a big cock inside him by the blissful expression on his face.
“Just keep hate-fucking me,” he slurs. I will even if he begs me to stop.
I slow the thrusting to give it a good grind. His hole is so small, yet he can take me so damn well. So fucking well.
“Your fuck hole is just as desperate and hungry as your mouth. I bet that too will gobble my dick all the way down.” I brush my fingers over his throat to emphasize the meaning of my words. “That’s the right place for you, choking on cock.”
Another muffled whimper leaves his trembling mouth. He’s really keeping it in. I usually prefer it. I hate noisy fucks. But not this time. He’ll cry for me.
He lifts his bent leg on the desk, spreading himself even more. Damn, this brat knows what he’s doing. But I know more. I pull out and take off my jacket. Then I start sliding my belt off.
“Why did you stop?” When he sees the belt I’m holding in the mirror, he gasps, “What are you doing?”
“Stay!” I grab his hips when he tries to move. Then, looking into his eyes through the mirror, I tie the belt around his thigh.
“You’ll take my cock deeper.” I smirk at his surprised face just before plunging inside again. I wrap the end of the belt around my hand and pull until his bent leg comes up high, then I start the pounding.
I can’t stop, it’s too fucking good. It feels like I’m carving a path in the shape of my dick, reaching places no one has ever fucked. I tighten my hand on his wrists, pulling him toward me every time I push.
“Give in to me. Scream like the bitch you are,” I snarl, eyes going from his ecstatic face in the mirror to his ass taking my ramming.
“I’d prefer…to get stabbed…in the stomach.” His voice breaks every time my cock hammers into him. He’s biting his lip so hard to stifle his moans that I can see blood forming near his teeth.
So fucking stubborn. Why do I care? His asshole is sucking me real good, I’m going to nut fucking soon. Unfathomably to me, my hand reaches for my pocket square, and then I move it to his mouth.
“Stop that! And chew on this before you make a hole.”
He looks down at the expensive fabric I’m holding then at my face in the mirror before opening his mouth and letting out the hottest moan I’ve ever heard.
It forces pre-cum out of my slit. I slightly change the angle, and his voice melts when I hit a certain spot.
Those incomprehensible sounds he’s making now turn me into a damn monster, rutting away, utterly lost in ecstasy.
My fisted hand around the belt keeps it taut as I pull his leg even higher. I focus on his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are lust-drunk. Tears are falling down his red cheeks, moans leaving his puffy lips as his body jolts every time I fuck into him.
“Watch the horny slut getting plowed.” I lick his neck, always keeping my eyes on his face. “Do you think he’s enjoying the dick down?”
He nods once, rocking his ass, desperate for cock. Smack, smack, smack. The sound of my hips hitting flesh and the sloppy, wet noise of my shaft fucking in and out make my movements more frantic.
“Ride that dick, puttanella.” I crack my hand down on his bouncy ass. What a sight, fuck. I spit on his hole and spread my saliva over it while pistoning like a madman. “Your lousy moves don’t work so well with such a big cock, eh? Work that hole harder,” I demand with a snarl.
And fuck, he does. He starts coming, strangling my shaft so hard I unload all at once into the condom. A growl leaves my mouth as I fall on top of him and bite his bare shoulder to stifle other sounds.
A few seconds pass before I pull myself up and look down at him.
The side of his face looks flushed, his blond hair messy, and his makeup is smeared around his eye, making the blue of his iris pop.
He’s panting, lying prone on the desk, arms still tied on his back, skirt pulled up, and hole filled with cock.
I slowly pull out—such an exquisite, blissful slide—and watch intently as his body releases me. His abused ass, gaping hole, and those pale white legs, lean and strong, covered in thigh-highs and garter belt. All so very seductive. Yeah, I’m nowhere near done yet. Well, once rarely does it for me.