Chapter 23 - Elias #2
My scream breaks high, raw. My body convulses under him, desperate to let go, but his voice pins me harder than his weight ever could.
“Hold it.” His thumb presses cruelly into my bruised ribs, grinding cold deeper until I cry out. “You’ll come when I tell you. Not before.”
“Y-yes, sir!” My head thrashing against the counter. My thighs tremble, every muscle straining as I fight the release clawing up my spine.
He slams harder, deeper, forcing another scream out of my chest. “Say it again. Say you’ll wait.”
“I’ll wait, sir! I swear—I’ll wait—I’ll be good—”
He grins against my throat. I feel it.
And then he grinds slower, deeper, cock dragging across that spot inside me that makes my vision tunnel. He’s teasing me, drawing me right to the edge, over and over, until I’m sobbing, until my voice breaks into useless sounds that don’t even make sense.
“Please, sir—please, let me—let me come—”
“Not yet.” Another snap of his hips, brutal enough to rattle the counter. “Not until you’re begging pretty enough.”
“I am! I’m begging—I’ll do anything—please, Captain, please—”
He chuckles, low and lethal, the sound rumbling against my skin. “You’ll do anything anyway, pup. But hearing you say it like this?” His cock drives in sharp, grinding. “Perfect.”
“Hold it.” His mismatched eyes blaze down into mine, steady, lethal. “Hold the ice. Hold your come. Hold everything until I take it from you.”
“Yes, sir!” The cry tears my throat raw, my whole body shaking.
I’m right there, cock twitching, vision blurring.
And he still won’t let me go.
I’m wrecked. Shaking apart under him, cock twitching, vision blurred with tears. My ribs burn, and still he won’t let me come.
Then his hand leaves my hip. Heavy fingers clamp my jaw, drag my head up from the counter. His mismatched eyes bore down into me, lethal, calm.
“Up.”
My whole body jolts. “S-sir?”
He doesn’t repeat himself. He just hauls me upright with one hand in my curls, pulling me off the counter like I weigh nothing, steering me across the kitchen while I stumble on bare feet.
I’m panting, cock dripping down my thigh, ice pack still clutched to my ribs because God help me I know better than to drop it.
And then—my stomach caves.
He drags me to the window.
Floor-to-ceiling glass, city lights blazing beyond, Ravensburg alive under the night sky. My reflection stares back at me—wrecked, naked, flushed red.
“Sir—please—” I gasp, twisting in his grip.
“Shh.” His mouth brushes the shell of my ear. “You want to come? You’ll beg loud enough for the city to hear you.”
“Wh—what—” My voice breaks, panic and want colliding sharp in my throat.
“You heard me, pup.” His cock grinds into me from behind, hard and relentless, forcing a whimper out of my mouth I can’t bite back. “Press that ice to your ribs and beg me properly. Let them hear what you’re for.”
Heat detonates under my skin. Humiliation, worship, hunger—it all tangles until I can’t tell which is worse, which is better. My knees shake. My face burns so hot it feels like fever.
But I don’t stop.
Because I can’t.
“Please, Captain!” The words rip out of me, loud, echoing against the glass. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll obey, I’ll never talk back again—please let me come!”
“Louder.” His hand fists in my curls, jerks my head back until my throat is bared to the city.
“YES, SIR!” My scream breaks hoarse, desperate. “I’M YOURS—I’LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING—PLEASE, SIR, PLEASE LET ME COME!”
The glass fogs with my breath. My reflection is a mess—sweat, tears, cock leaking down my thigh. Anyone walking below, anyone glancing up—they’d see me. Hear me. They’d know.
And the worst part?
I love it.
I’m burning alive in it.
I’m choking on every plea, louder, louder, until I don’t even hear myself anymore.
And then—finally—he gives it.
“Now.”
My scream tears out of me, muffled by nothing, shattering against the glass.
My cock spasms once, twice, and then I’m spilling everywhere—hot, messy, streaking the window with come while the city watches.
My knees nearly buckle, but his hand holds me up, his body pinning mine to the fogging pane until every spasm rips through me.
“Make the whole city know who you belong to.”
“Yessir—yes, Captain—fuck—” My words break, forehead slamming against the glass as my body convulses through the aftershocks.
The release keeps coming, long, desperate, spilling down the pane in hot streaks while his voice cuts through me steady, calm.
“Look at you. Wrecked. Loud. Obedient.” His hand cups my throat now, thumb pressing steady at my pulse, holding me where I can’t escape. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours!” I choke, chest heaving. “Always—always yours, sir!”
My free hand slips behind me, clumsy, fingers clawing for him. I find his hip, his thigh, desperate to anchor myself, desperate to feel him.
“Please, Captain… please come too. Don’t—don’t leave me alone in it—”
I’m clinging to him now, shaking so hard my nails scrape against his skin through his clothes.
“Please, sir. I want it—need it. Need you to come. In me, on me—I don’t care. Just…don’t hold it back. Not from me.”
The sound that rumbles in his chest is low, lethal. His hand clamps tighter on my throat, thumb pressing against my pulse until I’m gasping, and his eyes burn down at me through the fogging glass.
“Please, Captain… come too. Please…”
His lips brush my throat, scar curling into a smirk I can feel.
“I already came once, pup,” he murmurs.
A moan rips out of me, sharp and desperate. Yes, I know—I swallowed it all in the entryway, on my knees like I was built for it. My body jerks against him, cock still twitching from the mess I’ve made on the glass. “A-again, sir. Please…again.”
His laugh is low, dark, against my skin. He grips my hip hard, the ice pack slipping from my side as his thrust slams into me. My scream cracks, high, raw, echoing off the window.
He pounds into me harder, deeper, every thrust splitting me wider, every grind wrecking me against the glass. “You want me to fill you again? Beg for it.”
“Please, Captain!” My nails claw into his thigh. “Fill me—fuck, please, I want it—I’ll take it all—I’ll be good, I swear—”
“Mine,” he snarls, hips snapping brutal, cock grinding so deep I see stars. “Every time.”
“Yes, sir! Always yours—” My voice cracks into a scream as he slams harder, faster, the glass rattling with every thrust.
And then—he breaks.
His release tears through him with a groan against my ear. Hot, violent, spilling deep inside me until I’m gasping, clinging tighter just to stay upright. His thrusts grind slower, deliberate, fucking me full until I can feel every drop leak down, until I know—without question—I’m owned.
“Good pup,” he rasps, chest pressed to my back, his weight crushing me deliciously against the window. “Taking it perfect. Taking all of me.”
My knees buckle for real this time, but his hand at my throat and hip holds me up, keeps me pinned to the glass while the city keeps burning outside.
I can’t breathe. I don’t want to. Not if it means losing this.
His chest crushes against my back, hand still braced at my throat, hips rolling slow—teasing—keeping me full, keeping me plugged with every grind. It’s torture, soft and steady, after everything he’s already wrung out of me.
“Sir…” My voice is shredded, small, barely more than a cracked whisper. I whimper again, clutching weakly at his arm. “Am I forgiven for my attitude, sir?”
He hums low against my ear, hips never stopping, thrusts shallow, deliberate, just enough to make me gasp each time.
“Mmm…” His scar drags along my skin as he smirks. “For now.”
A broken sound claws out of my throat, half relief, half desperate sob. I slump against him, my body boneless, my weight folding into his hold. He supports me without even trying—big hands steady, cock still deep, keeping me wrecked and open.
And his hips keep moving. Slow. Ruthless. Teasing.
I feel him start to shift—his cock dragging, pulling out slow—and panic spikes hot through my chest. Before I even think, my hand shoots back, clamps down on his hip, nails digging through his skin.
“Don’t,” I gasp, raw, desperate.
He stills instantly.
“Brat,” he growls against my ear, low and soft, dangerous.
But he doesn’t move again.
Doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t punish me. He just stays—buried deep, heavy and hot, keeping me split wide open against the window while my whole body trembles.
One of his hands drags up my side, slow, steady, until it finds the ice pack I’ve been clutching against my ribs. No longer ice—just water now, dripping down my stomach. My fingers are numb from holding it, knuckles white.
He takes it from me without a word. Tosses it into the sink, the clatter echoing through the quiet kitchen.
But he never moves an inch from the glass.
His chest stays pressed to my back, his cock still inside me, steady, unyielding. His lips lower, brushing my shoulder.
And then he kisses me there.
Just once. Soft.
The sound I make is wrecked, broken, nothing like a chirp. My whole body collapsing into his arms.
I’m still full of him. Still marked by him. And now—kissed by him.
It destroys me more than any punishment ever could.