6. Orion
Orion
W hen I showed up in the doorway of Vince’s office, ready to light a fire and suck his cock, I found the room dark, cold, and empty.
I let myself in anyway, dragging my fingers across the leather back of his chair, finding it also cool to the touch.
He’d been gone for a while, and I never even heard him leave.
We were running out of time.
The deadline for the hit I’d taken out on him was quickly approaching and, as the days went on, I found myself reminded thoroughly how I’d not thought about myself when I made the call.
I’d called from a place of anger and grief…
of fear. My brain and body hadn’t been on the same page, because for all the harm Ricardo had brought me, he’d also given me purpose.
With him gone, I thought the purpose had left me.
But what I knew now was that wasn’t true. However, when Vince was gone …
I’d have nothing.
No home. No job. No release. No anchor to moor me in the waves.
It was time to start thinking for myself, about myself.
I lit a fire, standing over it with one arm braced against the mantle.
The flames licked caressingly around the fake logs, whipping up and bringing enough heat to burn.
I didn’t pull away. I leaned closer, the pain and the fear from the fire sending a shock of adrenaline through me so quickly my cock was instantly hard.
Maybe that was some Pavlovian response to being in the office; I wasn’t sure.
When I started the fire, I normally took Vince’s dick into my mouth.
Maybe it was just my body reacting to what it expected to happen next.
I’d long ago been conditioned to find arousal from pain, and it was that desperate need that had me leaning closer to the flame, taking my cock out of my pants and squeezing hard around the base.
The firelight flickered, reflecting in the beads of precum that had already began to pool in my slit.
I groaned, stroking to my tip, arching to get closer to the fire.
I didn’t hear Vince come home. Didn’t hear his careful footfalls from the doorway to me.
But I felt his breath against the back of my neck, hot as the flames licking at my cock.
My hand worked up and down my length, slowing as Vince curled his fingers around my hips, half touching my skin and half the leather of my undone belt.
“Where were you?” I rasped.
One of his hands slid around my front, across my stomach and down into the trimmed curls that framed my shaft. The side of my hand bumped into his as I continued to jerk myself off.
“It’s not for you to ask, is it?”
“No,” I whispered quickly, shaking my head. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Did you want my mouth?”
Vince hummed and smiled against the back of my neck, his teeth cold and slick against my skin. I shivered, the dueling sensations on either side of my body almost too much for me to manage without coming all over my hand.
“I want more than your mouth.”
Vince slid my pants and underwear down to my ankles, then traced his fingers over the swell of my ass and in between my cheeks.
He tested my hole with the tip of a finger, pushing until I spread enough to let him in, even though the friction was rough and unenjoyable.
My body responded the way it always did to pain—with pleasure.
A burst of precum leaked from my slit, and I chased it up with my fingers to use it as lube down my shaft.
“I want to take you,” Vince said softly, words against the side of my neck like a ghost.
“You can.”
“I wasn’t asking for your permission, Orion.” He pushed his finger deeper into me, the shock of the unlubricated penetration lifting me up onto my toes. It pushed me closer to the fire, and I screwed my eyes closed with a trembling gasp.
“But I find that I want it, just the same.”
“You have it,” I consented quickly.
“You don’t even know what I want to do to you.
” He withdrew his finger and brought his hand around to my mouth.
Vince wasn’t soft or cute about what came next.
He moved fast, like a viper, sliding four of his fingers into my throat with one hand and cradling the back of my head with the other.
The position made it impossible to move away.
The only thing I could do was gag around him, which took his hand deeper into my mouth.
Vince kept me like that, with my thick erection clenched tightly in my fist and his hand in the back of my throat until the gag reflex passed and I settled against him.
“Good boy,” he praised me, and my balls tightened.
He pulled his hand out of my mouth and I choked, gasping for air that I didn’t realize how desperately I’d needed until my lungs were full.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said between coughs.
“Hmn?”
“It doesn’t matter what you want to do to me,” I said, wiping spit from my mouth with the back of my hand. “I want it. I welcome it.”
Vince fisted my hair and shoved me to my knees.
He went down behind me, both of us hitting the ground with loud thuds, and then his chest was against my back and my face was inches away from the raging fire I’ d stoked in his absence.
There was no way my hair wasn’t burning, no way my precum wasn’t staining the rug beneath us.
“You welcome this?” he sneered in my ear, more angry than I’d ever heard him in all the years I’d known him. “You’d let me burn you for my pleasure? Ruin this pretty little face of yours because it got me hard?”
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
“No,” I croaked.
Vince yanked me away from the fireplace, throwing me over his body and halfway across the room. I landed in a heap on the floor, and he stood over me with his hands bracketed on his hips and a frown on his face.
“I’m nothing like my father,” he said, and I didn’t know if it was meant for me or for him. “I want you entirely, but I want you willing.”
“I’m willing,” I promised.
“I won’t take you without limits.” Vince squared his shoulders and rubbed his hand down the quickly growing bulge between his legs.
My mouth watered for him. How cruel of him to deny me the thing I’d become most used to in our time together.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed.
“The sooner the better, then Orion.” He stepped over me with an unhappy groan, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.