28. ORLANDO, FLORIDA #2
Si let out a sharp, shattered gasp, his knees instantly buckling beneath him as he dropped onto the hotel carpet at my feet.
He sat back on his heels, looking up at me through his eyelashes, his face a picture of absolute, burning embarrassment and total, intoxicating lust. He had never surrendered this completely before, but his body was charged with the need to obey.
I took three slow steps backward, dragging the leash along with me until the chain went completely taut between my hand and his throat. I gave the leather a sharp, commanding tug.
“Crawl to me, Silas,” I ordered, “On your hands and knees. Bring your ass to the couch.”
He dropped his palms to the carpet, his frame moving in a slow, entirely submissive crawl across the room, the steel links of the leash clinking sharply.
Every movement of his hips made the thong cut deeper into his skin.
The fishnets strained against him. He tracked the tension of the chain until he reached the small sofa in the corner of the room.
I sat down on the cushions, spreading my legs wide, and reeled the leash in until Silas was kneeling directly between my knees.
I reached down, my fingers gripping his jawline with a vice-like hold, forcing his head up until his glassy, blown-out eyes were locked onto mine.
I stared at him, my face a mask of dominant authority.
“Do you remember not too long ago,” I whispered, my voice a taunting rumble. “You told me to get down on my hands and knees. You made me crawl across a filthy hotel floor just to touch you. Tell me, baby…did that make you feel powerful?”
He let out a shaky, broken breath, his body shuddering against my legs. “Yes…”
I didn’t let him finish, My palm coming down in a gentle, stinging tap against his flushed cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to startle a gasp from his lips.
“No,” I corrected, my fingers tightening on his jaw. “Yes, what, Silas?”
Si’s eyes filled with an overwhelming wave of pure, unadulterated devotion. His voice entirely wrecked. “Yes… Sir.”
“Good boy,” I purred. The low words made his cock leak another stream of pre-cum against his lower abs. “Open your mouth for me.”
He parted his lips instantly. I gathered a pool of saliva in my mouth and spat directly into his open throat. He swallowed, his eyes rolling back before I shoved my thumb flat onto his tongue, dominating every sensory outlet he had left.
I pulled my thumb back, resting my hand at the base of his neck, my fingers tracing the edge of the collar.
“Now tell me, Si,” I growled, leaning down until our noses were touching. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I want you,”
“Want me to do what?” I urged, my voice a weapon.
“To fuck me,”
My thumb pressed into his pulse point. “Not good enough, champion,” I hissed. “How do you want me to fuck you? Say the words.”
Silas flinched, his eyes darting away to the floor for a split second, the final remnants of his pride fighting a losing battle against his need to surrender. He looked into my eyes with a raw, terrifying honesty that shook me to my core.
“I want you to take full control,” He admitted, “Not like you normally do. I want you fully, entirely in control of everything. I want you to use me like I’m yours. My brain… God, I need to shut it off. I need you to completely dismantle me until I don’t remember my own name.”
The sheer magnitude of his trust, the absolute, unconditional vulnerability of dropping his entire body and soul into my hands, I knew the immense, terrifying weight of what he was asking for.
I knew that in this position, an dominant could easily abuse that power, but Si knew who I was.
He knew that I would go to war with God himself to protect him.
I pulled him up by the collar, my mouth crashing over his in a deep, bruising kiss that served as an ironclad promise.
I pulled back an inch, our breaths mingling in the tight space. “Do you remember your safe words?”
He nodded frantically. “Yes. Green for fine. Red for stop.”
I kissed him again, harder this time, my hand sliding down to grip his hip. “And you’re absolutely, completely sure this is really what you want tonight?”
“Yes.” His fingers dug into my shoulders. “Yes, god, please, I need it. I need you in control right now. Completely.”
I kept him at the sofa, at my mercy over the armrest. I unbuckled my belt, throwing my jeans and boxers to the floor, my cock springing free.
I grabbed the bottle of lube from the table, pouring a massive, cold puddle of it directly over his flushed hole, the contrast making him jolt against the cushion.
Standing in front of him, I tugged the leash, wrapping the chain tightly around my hand. “Mouth open,” I commanded.
I lined my cock up with his face, shoving myself deep into his throat without any prelude, forcing him to take the thick length of me while his eyes watered and saliva ran down the sides of his jaw.
I face-fucked him right there on the arm of the sofa, a deliberate, and punishing rhythm that completely stripped away the last remaining threads of control.
He was gagging, his chest heaving, his hands clawing uselessly at my thighs.
He was chasing the submission, letting the physical intensity quiet the burning static in his brain.
I pulled out with the mix of spit and pre-cum coating his lips, and pushed him backward. His back collided with the cushions.
“On your stomach” I ordered.
He flipped onto his stomach as told, pushing his chest flat against the cushions. I hauled his hips up into the air, leaving his thick ass elevated and exposed.
The white lace thong was stretched to its limits, the thin fabric cutting a sharp line between his cheeks while the thigh-high fishnets framed the flexing muscles of his thighs.
I pulled the thin string to the side as I lined myself up with his tight, heated hole. With one swift thrust of my hips, I drove myself into him, my pelvis slamming against his ass with a loud, resounding sound that echoed through the quiet hotel room.
Silas screamed. It was a loud, high-pitched, and completely shattered wail of pure, blinding, and unholy pleasure that tore through his vocal cords.
His fingers dug deep into the stitching of the couch cushions, his back arching into a violent curve.
The tightness was incredible, his internal muscles clenching around my length in a series of frantic, suffocating spasms that milked me with every single movement.
I pounded into him with a ruthless, punishing cadence. I didn’t give him a second to breathe or to think. I became consumed by pure, possessive destruction, my hips slamming against his bare skin with brutal speed.