Dylan POV
I’m so fucked. Completely ruined.
He hasn’t even fucked me yet, but my body already feels destroyed, sore, aching, burning. Hours have passed and it’s late, but I don’t care. I need more. I need everything. If this is the last time I let myself have him, then I’m taking it all. Every filthy, degrading second.
My body has stopped listening to me anyway. My legs shake so badly I can barely hold myself up, but Blaze doesn’t need me to. He just grabs my hips with those massive hands and drags me back onto the couch like I weigh nothing.
The thick head of his cock rubs against my sore, spit-slick hole. I push back immediately, desperate and pathetic.
His palm cracks hard across my ass. I cry out, the sting blooming hot over already tender skin.
“So fucking desperate for my cock,” he growls, voice dark and satisfied.
He fists my hair and yanks my head back sharply, forcing my back to arch. Before I can even breathe, his other hand slaps me hard across the face. The sting blooms across my cheek and a broken moan rips out of me. I push back against his cock again, shameless.
I shouldn’t like this. Any of it. But fuck… I do. I love it.
His fingers push into my mouth.
“Suck,” he orders. “Show me exactly how desperate you are for more.”
I obey instantly, sucking his thick fingers like they’re his cock, swirling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks. He pushes deeper until they hit the back of my throat and I gag hard, drooling around them. My hips keep rocking back, trying to get his cock inside me, but he won’t give it to me yet.
He pulls his fingers free with a wet pop, then yanks me up by my hair again. I stumble as he drags me into the bedroom. The second we reach the bed I fall forward onto it. Blaze is right behind me, climbing over me, his much larger body pinning me down.
He flips me onto my back like I’m nothing and drags my arms above my head. I feel something soft but strong wrap around my wrists, I look up and see one of my ties. He knots it tightly to the headboard, stretching me out beneath him.
I’m completely helpless now.
Blaze straddles my chest, looking down at me with that cruel, hungry stare. His fingers slide back between my legs and push inside me again, two, then three, stretching me open. He finds my prostate immediately and starts rubbing it with slow, devastating strokes.
“Please…” I whimper.
His hand wraps around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my air. My eyes widen as my body jerks. The lack of oxygen mixed with the constant pressure on my prostate sends white-hot pleasure shooting through me. I’m so close already. So fucking close.
Then his fingers stop moving completely.
A frustrated sob tears out of me. I try to grind down on his hand, desperate for friction, but he pins my hips down with his weight and tightens his grip on my throat even more.
His face hovers inches above mine, eyes locked on me, dark and intense.
“You don’t get to cum yet,” he whispers, voice low and vicious. “Not until I’ve had my fun with you. Not until you’re shaking and crying and begging like the broken little whore you really are.”
My wrists strain uselessly against the tie. My lungs burn. My cock throbs painfully against my stomach, leaking everywhere. And still… I’ve never felt more alive.
Blaze leans down, lips brushing my ear as his fingers start moving again, slow, torturous circles right against my prostate.
“Tell me how much you need this, little rabbit. Tell me how badly your future wife’s future husband needs to be used like a cheap fucktoy.”
I can barely breathe, let alone speak, but the words spill out anyway, broken and stuttering.
“I… I n-need it. Please… ruin me.”
His grip on my throat tightens again as a dark, satisfied smile spreads across his face.
“Good boy.”
He thrusts his fingers deeper inside me, curling hard against my prostate with every stroke.
The pressure is relentless, perfect, and humiliating.
I’m so close already, my cock twitching and leaking all over my stomach, but he knows exactly how to keep me right there, teetering on the edge without letting me fall.
His hand tightens around my throat again, squeezing until my vision starts to blur at the edges. My wrists pull uselessly against the tie binding me to the headboard. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. All I can do is take it.
Just when black spots start dancing in my eyes, he loosens his grip. I gasp desperately for air, only for him to slap me hard across the face.
The sting blooms hot across my cheek. A broken moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“Pathetic,” he growls, fingers still buried deep in my ass, rubbing that spot mercilessly. “Look at you. Leaking like a desperate whore while I choke you out.”
He slaps me again, harder this time, then grabs my chin roughly, forcing my mouth open. I stare up at him, dazed and shaking. He leans over me and spits directly into my open mouth.
“Swallow,” he orders, voice dark and commanding.
I do it instantly, shame burning through me even as my cock throbs harder. He laughs low and cruel, then tightens his hand around my throat again while his fingers hammer my prostate.
Pleasure and pain twist together until I can’t tell which is which. I’m right there, right on the fucking edge, when he suddenly stops moving his fingers completely. The denial rips a wrecked sob out of me.
“Please…” I choke out, voice hoarse.
Blaze just smirks down at me. He releases my throat, slaps my face again, then grabs my chin and forces my mouth wide open once more. This time he spits twice, slow and deliberate, watching it land on my tongue.
“Swallow like the filthy little cumrag you are.”
I swallow, face burning with humiliation.
My whole body is shaking uncontrollably now.
He shoves his fingers back inside me, four this time, stretching me wide and brutal while he starts choking me again.
The mix of sensations is overwhelming. My prostate is screaming, my lungs are burning, my slapped cheeks sting, and my cock is so hard it hurts.
Every time I get close, right when my balls draw up and my hole starts clenching desperately around his fingers, he stops. He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, loosens the choke, and slaps my face or my cock to drag me back from the edge.
I’m crying now. Real tears slipping down my temples as I whimper and beg.
“B-blaze… please… I can’t, I need to cum—”
He leans down, still choking me, and spits in my face this time, the warm saliva landing on my cheek and lips. He smears it across my skin with his thumb, degrading me even more.
“You don’t need anything,” he snarls, curling his fingers viciously against my prostate again. “You just take what I give you. And right now, I want you desperate. I want you fucking broken.”
He keeps me there for what feels like forever, choking me until I’m dizzy, slapping my face, spitting in my mouth and on my face, all while his thick fingers destroy my prostate. Every edge leaves me more wrecked than the last. My voice is gone, reduced to hoarse, broken whimpers and sobs.
I’m shaking so hard the bed is creaking beneath me. My wrists are raw from pulling against the tie. My ass is still burning from the belt earlier, and now it’s stretched wide around his fingers while he edges me mercilessly.
Finally he loosens his grip on my throat just enough for me to suck in a desperate breath. He grabs my chin again, forcing my watery eyes to meet his.
“Look at you,” he whispers, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Crying, drooling, covered in my spit, and still clenching around my fingers like a greedy little slut. Your future wife would be so proud if she could see what a pathetic cock-hungry whore you really are.”
He rubs my prostate again in slow, firm, devastating circles, and I sob loudly, right on the edge once more.
This time he doesn’t stop.
He just watches me with that cruel smile, fingers working me perfectly, choking me just enough to keep me floating in that hazy, desperate space, then he pulls his fingers out of me abruptly.
Before I can even whimper at the loss, he flips me onto my stomach like I’m nothing. He yanks my hips up high, forcing my chest and face down into the mattress, ass presented to him.
“You want me to fuck you?” His voice is low, dangerous, and dripping with control.
I nod frantically, beyond words, pushing back against him desperately.
He leans over me, his much larger body covering mine, his lips brushing my ear.
“And what do I get, Dylan?” His hand slides up my spine in a possessive way.
“All of this, the crying, the begging, the way you fall apart for me, this is everything you crave. Everything you need. So tell me… what the fuck do I get out of it?”
My mind is spinning. I know he gets pleasure from this, but that’s not what he’s asking. I can’t give him what he really wants. I’m engaged. I’m supposed to start fucking Rosalie soon. She’s already talking about trying for a baby.
I stay silent, breath shaking.
“You seem stuck.” His hand suddenly wraps around my throat from behind and yanks my head back hard, cutting off my air.
“How about this deal, little rabbit? When you’re with me, you stop lying to yourself.
You accept that you’re gay. You let me use you however I want.
And in return, you can still have your perfect little wife and your fake life. ”
My heart hammers violently. I shouldn’t say yes. I know I shouldn’t. But the thought of never feeling this again, never feeling him, terrifies me more than it should.
“I-I won’t be just another number,” I gasp out, voice hoarse from his chokehold. “Me one day… then some other submissive the next.”
Blaze’s grip on my throat tightens for a second before he loosens it slightly.
“If you promise to come to me once a week, either at the club or Sin, I won’t touch another guy. No one else. Just you.”
I stare at him, stunned. Is he serious?
“I can survive fucking you like this once a week and no one else,” he continues, voice rough. “I just need you to say it.”