Blaze POV
I’m not stupid. This whole “don’t pull out” thing isn’t some sudden burst of affection. The second I leave his body, reality is going to crash back down on him and he’ll start the whole “I’m not gay, fuck you, stay away from me” routine again.
So I stay buried deep inside him.
I roll us onto our sides, pulling his smaller body tight against my chest, my cock still snug and warm in his tight, cum-filled hole.
Dylan surprises me. He doesn’t just like pain, he fucking craves it.
The way he moaned when I spanked him raw, the way his hole clenched every time I squeezed his balls or yanked his hair…
that’s rare. Most subs have a hard limit.
Dylan? He got off even harder when I used Sasha and Titan against him.
That level of degradation kink is something special.
I’ve had plenty of submissives over the years, but none of them hit quite like this. He’s the only one I’ve ever felt this possessive over this fast. If he thinks he can just walk away from me now, he’s dead fucking wrong.
My fingers stroke slowly down his spine, tracing the red marks I left on his skin. A few minutes later, his breathing evens out completely. He’s asleep. Of course he is, the poor thing is exhausted.
I need to move. I need to figure out what the fuck Titan is playing at. He was talking about wanting Dylan earlier, and now he’s balls-deep in Sasha?
I reluctantly pull my hips back. My cock slides out of him with a wet sound, and I immediately miss the heat of being inside him. I hate it. I should’ve just stayed buried there all night.
Getting up, I throw on a pair of grey sweats, and walk out into the main room.
Titan is leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand, back to me. Even from here I can see the fresh scratches all over his shoulders and back, some of them still bleeding.
“You fucked her,” I snap, walking straight over.
Titan turns with a lazy grin. “Oh come on. He pushed her out of the room and I saw you go after him. Seemed only fair she got properly railed.”
“Titan, she’s not club property, but she’s taken. It’s against the fucking rules.”
“Now, now,” Echo calls out from one of the booths. I tense as he walks over. “If she was claimed by a brother, yeah, it would be against the rules. But Dylan isn’t a brother, and he sure as hell hasn’t claimed her in any real way.”
“You don’t know that,” I snap.
“Oh, I do,” Echo says, smirking. “She told Titan everything while she was screaming his name. Apparently Dylan won’t fuck her. He keeps saying no. Told her his dad has to sign off on it before they can even sleep together.”
What?
My mind spins. “I was right. His family must be super fucking religious. No sex before marriage, parents have to approve… that’s the only thing that makes sense.”
Titan chuckles and takes a slow sip of his drink. “Oh, you’ve got no idea, brother.” He leans in closer, lowering his voice. “Little Sasha said a lot more than that, but I’m sworn to secrecy. Especially if I want to tap that again. So I’m not spilling.”
Fuck. Of all the submissives I could get obsessed with, I had to pick the one with major baggage.
I grab a bottle of whiskey and sit down heavily. “Just fucking tell me,” I mutter.
“Hell no,” Titan laughs. “She’s wild. If I say anything, she’ll castrate me. I’m behaving because I’m definitely fucking her again. So you might want to let your little boyfriend know he needs to find a new bride.”
I look at Echo. “Club rules—”
“Club rules say if claimed pussy admits something to a brother, he gets told,” Echo cuts in. “Dylan isn’t a brother, and Sasha sure as hell isn’t claimed pussy.”
Fuck.
“How bad is it?” I ask Titan.
He just grins wider. “Oh brother… you’re in for a wild ride, let me tell you that.”
“Wait—” I spin around to face Echo. “What if this causes drama for the club? If I know, I can try to avoid that shit.”
Echo shrugs. “I’m keeping a close eye on the situation. If it gets heavy, I’ll tell you.”
I drag a hand down my face. “You’re all assholes.”
“You’ll love it when you finally find out though,” Titan calls after me, still chuckling.
I storm off without another word.
Fuck them all.
I slip back into the room and climb onto the bed, my eyes immediately locking onto Dylan. He’s still asleep, curled up and breathing softly, looking far too innocent for what I just did to him.
I need the truth about him. About his family. About why he’s so fucking terrified. Maybe Glitch can dig something up. That’s the only plan I have right now.
My gaze drags slowly down his body, the bruises I left on his neck, the red handprints on his ass, the way my cum is still slowly leaking out of him. My cock hardens instantly at the sight. I want to fuck him again. I want to wreck him until he can’t even think about running.
But not yet.
Instead, I move in close, pull his smaller body back against my chest, and line my cock up with his slick, puffy hole. I push inside slowly, groaning deeply as his warmth envelops me again. I don’t thrust. I just stay buried to the hilt, holding him tight like I own him.
This is where he belongs.
I wrap my arms around him possessively and let my eyes close, falling asleep with my cock still deep inside the only person who’s ever made me feel this insane.
When I wake up, it’s because of movement.
Dylan is trying to carefully pull away from me, clearly trying to sneak out. My cock is already slipping from his hole. The second I feel that loss, something dark and vicious surges inside me.
Not fucking happening.
I snap my arm around his waist and yank him back hard, slamming my cock balls-deep inside him again in one brutal thrust.
“Not happening, Little Rabbit,” I growl against his ear.
“Blaze, let me go!” he gasps. “I need to sort things out with Sasha!”
I laugh, low and dark, and roll us over so he’s pinned beneath me, my much larger body completely covering his. I grab his wrists and slam them above his head, holding him down.
“Why?” I demand, voice rough. “Why the fuck would you run back to her?”
“Because she’s my girlfriend!” he snaps, struggling uselessly beneath me. “I’m supposed to marry her!”
I lean down and bite the side of his neck hard enough to make him cry out.
“You’re going to go grovel to a whore who was just bouncing on Titan’s cock in the same building as you?
” I growl, thrusting deep and slow. “Let’s be honest, Dylan.
Even if you forgive her, even if you somehow manage to get hard and fuck her…
every single time you’re inside her, you’re going to remember how much louder she screamed for Titan. ”
He swings his elbow back at me. I pin him harder, laughing.
“Does that piss you off, baby?”
“Of course it fucking does, you moron!”
“Yeah?” I smirk, grinding my cock deep inside him. “You know what’s strange? You’re more pissed off about me pointing out the truth than you were when you actually saw your girlfriend getting railed and ruined by the club’s biggest whore.”
His whole body tenses.
“You don’t actually give a shit about her,” I whisper, voice turning dangerously soft.
“You’re only bothered because now you have to find another woman to play house with.
” I thrust hard, making him cry out. “Try it, Little Rabbit. Try to run back to some other girl. I’ll burn that future to the fucking ground with her still inside it. ”
“You’re fucking twisted,” he snarls, eyes wide with fear and something else.
I smile, slow and unhinged, pressing my forehead against his.
“Yeah… I am. I see it as motivated. I see it as obsessive. I see it as knowing exactly what the fuck I want, and not stopping until it’s mine.” I roll my hips deep, grinding against his prostate. “And you, Dylan… you’re already mine. That pretty little sound you just made proves it.”
I kiss him hard, claiming his mouth like I’ve already claimed the rest of him.
And I have no intention of ever letting him go.
I pull back slowly, almost sliding all the way out of his tight, cum-slick hole, before slamming back in with one brutal thrust. Dylan groans loudly, biting down hard on the pillow to muffle the sound.
“Beg me to fucking stop,” I growl against his ear, pulling back and driving into him again even harder.
He doesn’t beg me to stop.
Instead, he moans louder, pushing his ass back against me like a desperate whore, chasing every inch.
“Such a good fucking cumslut for me,” I snarl, picking up speed. My hips snap forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His smaller body jolts with every thrust, but his hips keep rising, greedily taking everything I give him.
The second I feel his hole start to flutter and his cock throb, I wrap my hand around his dick and squeeze the base hard, cutting off his orgasm completely.
He thrashes underneath me, letting out a frustrated, broken groan.
I lean down, biting the back of his neck. “Beg me. Fucking beg me to let you cum.”
“Fuck you, Blaze,” he snarls, still trying to fight even while his body betrays him.
I release his cock and start fucking him again, deep and punishing. He groans instantly, grinding back onto me like he can’t help himself. I bring him right to the edge again, his thighs shaking, his hole clenching desperately, before I squeeze his cock hard and stop moving completely.
“Are you fucking serious?” he gasps, voice wrecked.
“Oh, I’m very serious.” I lick up the side of his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin.
“See? This is repulsive, right? You’re not gay, remember?
So you don’t really want to finish.” I slam into him so hard the bed bangs loudly against the wall and he yelps.
“You don’t want my cock destroying this tight little hole. ”
I start pounding into him without mercy, fucking him so deep and rough that he can’t even form words anymore. The second his body tightens again, right on the edge of exploding, I grab his cock and squeeze viciously, stopping all movement.
Dylan sags against the bed with a devastated whimper. “Blaze…”