Chapter 25 Oren #2
Desperate to unleash the hold around my wrists, I struggled to escape, to run after him. “W-Wait. You can’t… You can’t leave me here like this.” Panic settled, deep and fast, and any remaining pleasure evaporated into the heated air.
“You wanted to doubt me? Oppose me?” The distance of his voice only made things worse, a confirmation of his willingness to leave. “I don’t entertain brats, Oren. You wanted to test that? Bask in your fucking consequences.”
My chest heaved, and my breaths were fast, rugged. He would discard me here for the evening, and the thought alone brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t even wipe them away as the deafening silence lingered between us.
A silence that was disrupted by the sob in my chest. “I-I didn’t mean to. I don’t doubt you. I wanted you, always you, and I don’t want you to leave. Please… Please don’t leave me alone again.”
Stillness.
No reply. Not a word. Not a comment.
No reassurance.
Nothing.
And that? That bitter emptiness? It clung thick to the tears that raked down my cheeks. “I-I’m sorry. P-Please… You said… you said you’d never—” Another sob shook me, the fear of being discarded, abandonment once again settling in my heart.
Hands met my hips, warmth caressing my back like a grounding cord. “Beg me. Tell me what you want, dove. What you need.”
My shoulders slackened as much as the restraint allowed, cries pouring from me. “You. I want you, always. You’re everything… everything I ever need. P-Please don’t leave me again. I can’t… I won’t survive if you leave me.”
Lips. His lips met my cheek, kissing me with the gentleness he only seemed to harbor for me.
“I’m not leaving. I would never leave you.
And I’m sorry I scared you…” His breath danced across my throat, his hands, ungloved, trailing down my bare upper half.
“I am going nowhere. Never. Not in this life or the next.”
I leaned into the ghost of his touches, closing my eyes to relish the feeling of his soul against mine. It mended something never torn nor broken, just defeated. Something buried beneath layers of crusted paint—love. A deep, unyielding love that had me believing every syllable spoken.
A small sniffle. “You can’t leave me. I-I won’t allow it.”
“Good,” he groaned, pushing into me, his hardness apparent. “Because even if you tried to run, I’d never let you escape me.”
I bit my lip to keep my whine at the feel of his cock contained, my hips automatically shifting back to chase him. I gave him a nod, and it served as my agreement, because I never wanted to run from him again.
In response to my commitment, his fingers caressed my waistband, teasing. “Is there something you want, dove?”
“Mhm.” Everything was hot beneath the pads of his fingers, igniting every sinful thought I’d ever had about this man. “You,” I breathed, squirming to chase that rising heat. “I want you.”
“Yeah?”
Tucking his thumbs under my belt loops, he tugged, my pants and briefs coming off in one sweep. His body pressed fully into mine, and with my clothes no longer in the way, the realization flooded me immediately.
He was already naked.
Without missing a beat, his calloused hand found my cock, pumping me as his words continued. “Where? Where do you want me, baby?”
“E-Everywhere.” A whimper left my lips, a deep need taking hold as pleasure wrapped itself around me, coaxing me.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
My mind couldn’t fully comprehend the words before he graced my entrance with his fingers, stroking it with an attentiveness that only made me more needy.
I heard him spit as he continued coaxing me with his other hand, warmth blooming in my abdomen at his mere touch.
Just as I started to ask what he was doing, he drove into me completely, filling every inch of my essence.
A scream left my lips, pain ripping through me, mingled with pleasure. A deep rooted need that had my back arching, my fingers curling around the leather to ground myself. “T-Thorne!”
His hand clamped down on my mouth, stifling my cry.
Burying himself inside me, his pace up and down my length quickened to a near-unbearable rhythm.
When I thought I’d adjusted, he pulled back, the sudden absence causing me to whine out of pure instinct.
My cheeks flushed beneath his hold at the humiliating sound, only for it to transition into another muffled scream as he drove back into me again.
“F-Fuck,” I said, unable to think of anything else as I gave into his temptation and desire. One that mirrored mine because in this moment, there was nothing else but him and the ecstasy I chased.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my head falling back as his essence consumed me. I never whimpered for a man, never unraveled, but with only a few thrusts I would kneel to him for whatever he pleased or desired. I was not an obedient man, but for him, I would listen to every command.
“Fuck…” he groaned, his head falling to rest against the back of mine as he continued with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking tight for me, baby. Such a pretty boy. All mine. All… For fucking me.”
His words ignited another layer I thought impossible as I cried out. “Y-Yes. Yours. Fuck, always yours,” I answered, tugging on the restraint. “God, please… Let me touch you, my love.”
I wanted out of this damn belt holding me to the fucking pipe. I wanted to claw my nails against his skin, to kiss him, to let myself be devoured completely.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Tell me why I should, pretty boy.”
A groan left me at the intensity held in his gaze, one I wanted to chase. “Because I love you,” I whined. “Fuck, you’re… you’re everything and I’ve been so, so good.”
I had been. I’d listened to all his commands, and I loved him. I loved him enough to set my pride aside, to allow him to see the pathetic man I was deep down. A man reserved for him alone.
“Is that so?” His lips curled upward, a smile coating his pleasure-filled expression. “And what’re you going to do if I let you out?”
Before I could answer, he withdrew once more, pushing into me halfway only to pull out completely. His hand on my cock slowed until he reached my tip, pinching it with a ferocity that nearly had me screaming. And, just when I thought I couldn’t take more, his length consumed my essence once more.
The shout that left me contained all the emotions I was feeling, passion for him at its core. “I-I want… want to touch you. F-Feel you. Kiss you. Dig my nails into your back while I unravel.”
“Is that all?” He nipped at my neck, his canines digging into the sensitive flesh there.
As he bit harder, I hissed, the undeniable warmth of my life force blooming beneath his mouth.
Drawing back, he offered me an open-mouthed smile, crimson staining his teeth that his tongue wasted no time cleaning.
The sight alone was nearly enough to send stars swarming through my vision, but a tunnel of darkness replaced it as he angled himself, brushing over my prostate with a force I wasn’t anticipating.
A pitiful whimper escaped me at the sudden intensity, my legs shaking, and for once, I was grateful for the restraint to keep me from falling. “N-No,” I begged, pleading to the man who held my heart. “I-I want to see your face when you cum inside. I want to watch you unravel… while I do.”
His heady growl traveled straight to my core as he pulled his cock from me. With one yank that seemed far too simple, he freed my wrists. My shoulders ached, my arms dropping to my sides as gravity took hold.
I stumbled, my balance faltering at the release, but he was there to catch me.
I met his gaze, and that hunger, that drive, was still there, all consuming.
Tilting my head to him, I closed the distance, no part of me wanting to be away from him any longer.
It was more than desire—a need only he could fill as I pressed my lips to his.
He groaned, melting into me as he always had, his hands exploring me greedily. Wrapping his fingers around my hips, he grabbed them tightly. Forcefully, he shoved me back into the wall, this time my shoulder blades greeting it. “You’re fucking maddening.”
“Mhm,” I replied, resting my head against the wall he’d pressed me against. Even here, even now, there was no denying the radiance he held, or the command driving his body as he towered over me. “I need you.”
Dipping his chin to look down at me, his enlarged pupils practically filled his stare. “Need me how, Oren?”
“Inside. God, please… Fuck me.”
As if in warning, the corners of his lips curled upward. Acting on my plea, his hands found the back of my thighs, lifting me off the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist. He gripped them tightly, his hold forceful enough to leave a bruise.
“Then stroke your cock as I fuck you like the pathetic bitch you are.”
A moan tumbled from my parted lips, my eyes laden with every meaning his words instilled within me.
Lifting a shaky hand, I wrapped it around the base of my cock, hoping I’d be able to keep pace with whatever this man would no doubt unleash onto me.
“There you are… My good boy.” he praised, the three words causing me to rely more on the bricks behind me for support as my back arched.
One breath. One stroke. And before I knew it, he was back inside me. Driving into me with a force I’d expected but would never get used to. A scream threatened to escape me, but he snuffed it out with a kiss.
I met his lips with equal ferocity, my cry never expelling into the air.
My hand was lazy, barely pumping as the intensity of his pleasure sent waves crashing into me that I couldn’t escape.
As his tongue found its dominance, mine caved to allow him further access, a desperation and devotion weaved into one.