Chapter 18 #2
And it’s only then that I lean forward and swipe his precum up with my tongue.
Bane nearly passes out from that, his head falling back, his body going limp. But he comes to seconds later, his pale body stretched out, his chest heaving.
“If you suck my dick, I’ll probably die.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” I say, watching as water sluices down his cock in waves allowing me to drink from it. Like a fountain. I open my mouth and lick my way up his thigh. My tongue snakes through the crease in his groin before dragging up his cock.
Bane passes out again, his head lolling forward, his nostrils flaring as he struggles to breathe. Perhaps he will die if I suck his cock.
Perhaps this is a dangerous game we’re playing.
“I like this,” I murmur as I bite my way up his dick. Bane is trembling now, his eyelashes fluttering, his cheeks a pretty pink. “You’re so helpless. So needy for me. Only I can give you relief.”
His hips thrust forward in agreement, but he doesn’t utter a word. He remains silent, just as I asked.
“You need me, Bane? You need me to let you come?”
He nods frantically, and I bite down on the tip of his cock, pulling his foreskin into my mouth.
He goes limp again, and I chuckle, grabbing onto the base of his dick and stroking. I let him slide across my tongue and into my mouth. Not much, but enough.
“You going to mess me up, umnyashka? You going to make me all dirty?”
Those words have the rope tightening against the showerhead, the metal of the pipe creaking loudly. He’s going to pull it right out of the wall. But that doesn’t stop me. I continue to suck on him, tonguing the underside of his dick and making him whine.
I’ll let him make that noise. It reminds me of a trapped mouse.
My little trapped animal. Feral. Needy. In a little bit of pain. Close to death, allowing me to revive him over and over.
I let my teeth drag across him, and he bucks forward. My fist tightens on him, and he shakes. I work him again. Teeth and spit and tongue.
“Coming,” he moans after a minute of the torture. His eyes slam into mine, and I pull off, working his cum from his dick. I let it splatter across my mouth and face, feeling it drip down my neck.
He groans at the sight of it, painting me white until he’s spent, his dick twitching in my hand.
“So dirty. In my mess. So hot.”
He faints again as he’s watching me, and as he hangs there limply, I untie him, slipping my body under the spray.
Bane comes to, my hands pressing him against the wall.
He sags against the cool tiles, trying to catch his breath, trying to stay alive for more fucks, for more orgasms. It’s impressive that I’ve managed to tire him out.
He’s full of energy. I never thought I’d see the day.
But he’s worn out, visibly shaken.
But I’m not done with him. Not even close. I will wear him out until he’s sleeping. Until his body is pressed against mine and I can feel the even puffs of his warm, slumbering breath against my skin.
As I clean myself, he watches intently. But he doesn’t move. Just continues to catch his breath. When I pull the rope from the showerhead and spin him around, he moans, his hands landing on the small stone bench on the other end of the shower, his ass pushed out.
Those eyes meet mine over his shoulder and he wiggles his butt, the tight globes jiggling. My name right there on his pale skin. Such a wonderful sight to behold.
My ownership. My trademark.
I should insure it as well. Make sure it’s monetized.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, breathless.
“You’ll have to wait and find out. Now, hands behind your back.”
He does as I ask, his face landing gently on the stone bench, his hands obediently moving to his lower back. I could fuck him like this, but I wait. I want to truss him up again, making sure he can’t move, and then spread his legs once more, and make him scream.
Besides I like seeing his cock and balls, like watching them bounce as I move against him.
Or inside him.
My cock jumps at the thought of finally pushing my way into that hole, making him scream. I’m sure he would come again. He’s just that horny.
I step back and examine him, his spread legs, ass up, his hole flexing around nothing. It wants to be filled, it’s practically begging for it. Leaning forward, I spread his cheeks a little wider and watch it.
I should fuck it. I should just give in and fuck him.
His blood has been tested and he’s negative for anything that could harm me and unless he’s been with someone else since…
My hand lands on his ass with a crack, making him groan.
“Have you fucked anyone since I marked you?”
When he doesn’t answer, I spank him again.
“Answer me.”
“No. It’s been so long since I’ve had a dick in my ass. It’s bordering on pathetic.”
I huff and spread him once more.
“Perhaps we should fix that.”
“Yes, fix it. Please fix it.”
I press my thumb against his ass and feel it contract against me.
“Yes. I should.”
“Mhm, now. Hurry.”
He presses back against me, but I stop him, pulling him up against my chest. His head falls back and hits my shoulder as my hand drags down his abdomen to his cock. My fingers flex around it before I give it a long, hard stroke, feeling it grow thick in my palm.
“I don’t like to be rushed. When people do this, when they demand I hurry, I make mistakes.”
“What kind of mistakes?”
“Deadly ones.”
“You can kill my ass anytime. Just murder it with your dick.”
I pinch the tip of him and he yelps.
“Patience,” I growl in his ear.
“I’m sorry,” he moans as my hand leaves him and I turn the shower off.
“Just for that, I’m going to make you wait.”
“No more waiting.”
“Da, you wait. Now come.” I lead him out of the shower and slowly dry us off. His hands are still behind his back, leaving him helpless, completely at my mercy. He’s struggling with how slow I’m moving, with how little I seem to care about making him come.
I move at my own pace. If anything, Bane could learn a little from slowing down.
And I plan on doing things to him, things that will take a while, things that will make him ache for release. I think about all the ways I can make him cry as I brush his teeth, my naked body pressed against his. His back is to my chest, my cock right near his bound hands.
I let him grab my dick and stroke. And despite not showing it, he’s driving me wild. My hand stutters, and Bane’s lips quirk up slightly.
Something about Bane pushes me over the edge of practiced solemnity. I can’t quite hide how he affects me.
“Spit it out,” I say, pushing him forward and helping him rinse his mouth of the toothpaste. He does as I ask, making sure to wiggle his butt right against me, making my fingernails dig into the skin of his back.
When he stands back up, his eyes are twinkling. So I make sure to wipe those lips dry and then turn his face, my lips hovering over his.
“You’re testing my patience.”
“Good, I want to see you break.”
I chuckle at that. “You’ll never see me break. I’m already broken.”
“No, you’re perfect. Just the way you are.”
I slide my thumb across his bottom lip, and he tries to nip at it.
“You’ve been such a good boy today,” I whisper, my accent growing thicker. He likes that, his body wiggling closer, plastering itself to mine.
“I have been. Such a good boy. Found out so much information.”
“You’re so skilled.”
“Not as skilled as you.”
“Just as skilled,” I cut him off, my fingers tightening on his chin. “You do it differently, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”
My mouth meets his and he groans into it, his body going slightly limp as I push my tongue into his mouth. He tastes of mint, like the kind my mother used to grow in the backyard. The kind that grew and grew until it overwhelmed the entire space.
Just like Bane, I think. He’s infected me.
The image has me kissing him harder, my hands traveling up and down his body, mapping out the muscles in his chest and back, feeling the shiver that moves through him as I do it.
And as I pull away, my lips tingling from the intensity of it, I watch as his eyes slowly blink open, his cheeks flushed.
“Georgiy.”
“Yes, my name and only mine.”
He sighs happily at the note of possession in my voice. “Have I told you how much of you I’d like to wear as jewelry?”
I huff a small laugh. “Yes, you have.”
“Good, I just want you to know that I’d keep every inch of you.”
“Da, you will.”
I kiss him again until he’s breathless, and then I lead him to the bed. He falls onto it without hesitation, wiggling this way and that until I set my hands on his hips and steady him.
Then I flip him onto his stomach and arch his ass out, giving me better access to what I want to do with him.
“Stay still.”
“It’s so hard when I just want to move.”
“Do as I say.”
He wiggles a little more, and when I realize it’s futile, I end up tying him up. His legs are curled underneath him, the rope wrapped around his shins and back. He’s in the fetal position, but with his ass out.
Perfect.
I trace the curves of his spine with my nail and when I reach his ass, I drag my finger through his crack.
I need lube. I need to prep him.
But at the same time, I want to keep him like this, tied up and at my mercy.
I also want to fuck him. Want to give him the part of me I never give to anyone.
It’s been so long since I’ve been inside someone. Unless you count my hand when performing surgery.
I haven’t put my cock into another man in fifteen years.
But I was hopelessly lost to this man the minute he jacked off into my plants.
Suddenly, the door slams open behind me and a familiar huff of annoyance meets my ears. I don’t bother turning around. The perimeter was secured while Bane and I were taking the intruders apart. And Anthony knows I’m angry with him for letting this happen again.
It’s his fault that people died. All of this is his fault.
“Fuck, I knew I’d see this if I didn’t knock,” Anthony murmurs. “Do you have a moment?”
I don’t even reply, just reach into the bag near the bed and pull out some lube.
“What is it?” I ask, dribbling some down Bane’s crack and massaging his hole.
Bane groans, his fingers flexing behind him as I reach down and pull out a large dildo. A vibrating one. One that will open him up for me easily. Make him ready to take me. I bought it just for him. I bought all of the toys for him.
I lather it up as Anthony continues talking behind me.
“Ellery finally remembered where they used to live and the house that Henry and Virgin lived in.”
“Do not say his name,” I growl, wiping my hands on a towel.
Bane whimpers and I spread my fingers along his ass to soothe him. Blyat. Anthony has appeared at the worst of times. Has he no consideration for how much Bane needs this?
How much I do?
“Go on,” I tell him.
“That fucker remembered where they lived only after they got a fucking Thai massage and a facial.”
“Why did they keep it from us?” I ask, suspicious. “Was it on purpose?”
Anthony runs a hand down his face. “Fuck if I know. They’re manipulative. They have plans, I’m sure, and a motive, but until I can figure out what they are, I’m going to keep Nova at their side. See if they suddenly remember something else.”
I nod my head and Anthony meets my gaze.
“So now we need to track down that fuck and figure out who the hell he is and what he wants with us. And get him to spill how we can get our hands on Virgin and Hen—Samvel.”
Bane shivers as I press the dildo into his ass, his rim spreading around the silicone, his body welcoming it easily.
“And you need Bane and me to travel to this location?” I ask, still not turning around. Even if I wanted to, I’m unable to move. My eyes are enthralled, watching his body swallow that dick until it’s finally seated firmly inside him.
“Yes, the place is in San Francisco. And fuck if I don’t wonder if this shit is all connected—the underground casino, Henry, this fucking shadow Bane keeps referencing.
I’m still waiting for Senator Ruiz to get back to me about any leads to what he knows about the shady casinos run there and if they’re all linked. ”
I switch the dildo on, the vibrations starting slow, but building.
Bane is groaning now, his ass fucking back against nothing.
I hold him still, forcing him to experience it.
He needs this before our adventure up north.
He needs relief. Reassurance. A nice fuck to put him in the right frame of mind.
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
I peer over my shoulder at Anthony, who is stroking his chin, his eyes settled firmly on the two of us.
“Would you like to stay and watch?” I ask, and he freezes, his eyes narrowing.
“I have better things to do.”
“Like your pet. The one who distracts you so much that you end up getting people killed.”
Anthony’s face darkens, and he takes a step toward me, but Bane stops him.
“Please don’t fight. I just want to get fucked and then you can have it out. Both of you.”
I turn back to Bane and stroke his ass, comforting him as the vibrations grow in strength. I bought this one specifically because of the increasing intensity. The way it edges those who wear it, the way it makes people writhe.
The woman sold it to me so well.
“Find me when you’re done,” Anthony murmurs, his tone dark. But before he leaves us, he adds, “The twins are here for cleanup, and they’re demanding something from one of us. Do you want to be the sacrificial lambs?”
Bane gasps and then arches up, his hands bunched into fists.
“Suggest Kit and Jax. Kit and Jax are so hot together,” Bane whines.
“Right,” Anthony replies, and then he leaves, the door snicking shut behind him.
It’s then that I have Bane fully in my grasp, in my control. And I plan on taking him apart, piece by piece, until he’s nothing more than simply mine.