18. Liam

18

LIAM

M y ass was on fire, and my cock was so hard it hurt. Valentino was fucking tormenting me, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. The feel of his mouth on my cock had nearly undone me. And then…I’d never imagined he would eat my ass. The feel of his tongue inside me was indescribable.

“You’re so needy,” he growled. “So slutty. I fucking love how much you need my cock.”

He rose to his feet, and I whimpered, knowing I wasn’t going to feel his tongue in my ass again.

“You needed that, didn’t you? You loved having your ass eaten?”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “Yes. I…That was….”

“What? Tell me.”

I caught my breath enough to speak again. “So much better than I ever imagined.”

Val stiffened behind me. “Wait, are you telling me you’ve never…?”

I shook my head. “I’ve never had anyone do that before.”

“No one had ever put their tongue up this delicious ass?” He squeezed my sore ass cheeks, and I gasped.

“No one. I swear.”

“Fuck. If I’d known I was your first, I might have come just from your reaction.”

He was kidding, right? There was no way I affected him half as much as he did me. I didn’t dare ask as he pulled me away from the wall and held me against him. I flexed my wrists and fingers. They were stiff from pressing against the hard surface for so long.

Val gripped my waist and turned me to face him. Then he took my hands in his and began massaging my wrists. I sighed. “That feels so good.”

“Better than my tongue?”

I laughed. “No, but closer than I would have thought.”

“Good. I want you to like every kind of touch from me. I want your whole body craving me, needing me.”

“Because you won’t let anyone else have me.”

He snarled. “That’s right.”

Why should I care when he could make me feel this good?

He’s a killer. He would kill you if you didn't make a bargain to pay him back. He’s using you.

If using me felt that good, I didn’t fucking care. I hadn’t had anything good for myself in a long time.

He’s dangerous. He’s going to hurt you.

I’d rather him hurt my ass than shoot me.

He’s going to hurt your heart.

No. I wasn’t that stupid, was I? The more I was with him, the more afraid I was of the answer. He’d taken care of me and defended me like no one ever had, not even my parents when they were alive.

Val lifted one of my hands to his mouth and pressed his lips to the pulse point in my wrist. A shiver ran through me. Then I made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and I knew I really was underestimating how stupid I could be. I’d borrowed money from the Marchesis, and now I was falling for one of them.

I had to stop thinking like that. I was here for sex; that was all.

Val took hold of my waist again and led me over to the single chair in the room. He maneuvered me to stand behind it, then slid his lips along my shoulder and up my neck. He might as well have been stroking my cock it felt so good.

He ran his tongue along the outer edge of my ear, and I sucked in my breath.

“Like that?” he asked.

If he was just using me, why would he ask questions like that?

He just wants to know he’s getting to you. Making you needy, making you want him. He gets off on power.

Right. Power. That was what he really wanted.

“I had this chair and the rest of the room cleaned for us,” Val said. “No one has been allowed in here all night.”

“Doesn’t that mean…Aren’t you losing money?”

“I don’t fucking care. If I don’t get to have you at home, then I want a place that’s just for us.”

I started to say something else, but he pressed his hand against my back. “Bend over and put your hands on the seat.”

I wasn’t at all confident this position was going to work. If he fucked me as hard as I thought he would, I didn’t think the chair would survive. It would fall apart, and we’d end up on the floor. But I did as he said, folding at the waist and bracing myself on the edge of the chair.

I felt so exposed like this. My ass sticking up, begging for him to take it. He pulled my cheeks apart and muttered “gorgeous.”

He pulled a small tube of lube from his pocket and slicked up his fingers. I whimpered when he pushed two of them into me.

“You can take this.” He worked the digits in deeper, stretching me even more. I tried to hold onto the chair, to keep from tipping it over as I told my body to cooperate and open up to the invasion.

My tight muscles wouldn’t relax. My head swam. It was hard enough to think straight with him touching me, but being upside down made it so much worse.

“Relax, don’t fight me. I will have you. I will drive every inch of my cock into your tight ass, but it will be so much better for you if you give into it.”

“I’m trying. It’s…you’re…everything about you is big.”

He chuckled. “All the better to please you, my boy.”

Fuck. Why did I like it when he talked to me like that? It was ridiculous but so fucking hot.

I lay over the chair, trusting him to keep me upright. After a moment, my body relaxed as he worked me, adding a third finger and stretching me wider. I gasped when he pulled his fingers away. I felt empty, needy. I thought he would push his cock into me right away, but he didn’t. He slid his hands up and down my back and squeezed my ass cheeks.

“Are you ready?” he asked. “I’m not going to show you any mercy. I want you to fully understand that you belong to me. No one else is going to do this. No one else can make you enjoy it like I can. I want this to erase every time another man has touched you. I don’t want you to even think about giving this ass to anyone but me.”

I shook my head. “I’m not…I don’t. I want you.”

I wasn’t just saying what he wanted to hear. I meant it. I already knew no other man was going to match what he could give me.

“I won’t make this easy on you. I’m going to split you wide open and make you feel like you’re full all the way to your throat. You’re not going to be able to think. You’re not going to be able to do anything but surrender to me and feel how good it is. But do not come until I say you can.”

I didn’t know if I could do what he wanted, but I was going to try. “Yes, sir.” My voice shook as I spoke.

“Are you scared?” His voice was low and seductive. I couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Be scared of how much your body is going to need me. But don’t be scared of me. I’ll only hurt you in ways you’ll like.”

I believed him. I was a fool for it, but I did.

He pulled lube from his pocket, and I turned my head to the side so I could watch him as he drizzled it on his cock. I love the view of his big, strong hand stroking his shaft.

I looked back down when he seized my hips, holding me tightly. I felt the head of his cock push against me. He was so fucking big. He’d stretched my mouth, and I could only imagine what he was going to do to my poor ass. But I didn’t fight. I didn’t struggle. I focused on trying to breathe and to surrender the way he wanted.

I cried out when he pushed in, thrusting past the tight muscle. It hurt like hell. I tried to suck in air, but my lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work.

“Relax. You can take it. You have to.”

I whimpered. “Hurts so bad.”

“Yeah, it’s going to hurt for a while, but you’ll get used to it. You’ll be begging for it soon.”

He pulled out, then drove in further. I gasped, clenching the side of the chair, trying to fight the invasion, but between his tight grip and the way I was bent double, I couldn’t get away from him.

“You’re mine. You’ll stay right here, and you’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Yes, sir.”

He hummed. “That’s better.”

He pulled out again, and the slow drag of his cock against me felt amazing. Once again, I relaxed back, then he thrust hard, driving into me. I cried out, and he clasped his hand over my mouth.

“No one else gets to hear you. Only me.”

“Aren’t the rooms soundproofed?”

“Not well enough for how loud I can make you scream.”

His words broke me. I struggled as hard as I could, fighting his grip, trying to get away, needing to not be ripped apart by his thick cock.

He shifted his hand to grab my throat, cutting off my air. “Where is my good boy? You’re supposed to be good for me. Stop fighting.”

When I didn’t, he squeezed harder, I couldn’t breathe. I knew I wouldn’t last long like this. I was truly his, and that was what I wanted. I wanted to be taken. I surrendered then, letting my body sag against the chair. Val loosened his grip.

“That’s it. Now, be a good boy like you were before.”

I nodded. He kept his hand on my throat as he drew back and drove into me, going all the way until his hips slapped against my ass.

“So good. You’ve got all of me now. I bet you feel so full.”

I nodded again, knowing I couldn’t speak.

“Hold on tight.” I did, gripping the sides of the chair and making sure my head was braced on my arms. I didn’t want another concussion. I wanted to enjoy this now that my body was adjusting to Val’s size.

He pulled almost all the way out, and I groaned. It felt so fucking good.

“That’s it. Didn’t I say you’d enjoy it?”

He thrust back in, and I whimpered. It was so good even though it still hurt. Val was so fucking big, and I hadn’t been fucked in so long, but after a few more thrusts, the pain was forgotten, and it was all pleasure. He was truly taking me, using my body, owning me. It felt so good, tears stung my eyes. He shifted me on the chair and the next time he thrust deep, his cock rubbed right over my prostate. I cried out, and once again he placed his hand over my mouth.

“I’m so good for you, aren’t I?”

I nodded.

“That’s right. If I take my hand off your mouth, you’ll beg for it, won’t you? You’ll beg for me to keep going, keep driving into you, keep using your body. You’ll beg to be mine.”

He was right, I needed to relieve my cock. It was throbbing. I wondered if I could come without him touching me. I was afraid I might, but I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to please him. Not because I owed him, not because I was afraid of him, but because I wanted to. I felt more cared for in that moment than I had since the accident.

That was so fucked up.

“Baby?”

Had he really just called me that? Did I like it? I turned, angling my head so I could look back at him.

“You okay? You with me?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. Please fuck me.”

He smiled at my response. “Your wish is my command.” He drove into me harder than he had before, and he didn’t slow down. He pounded my ass relentlessly. I needed to come so bad. One touch was all it would take to make me lose it.

“Please. Please let me come.”

Val growled. “Not yet.”

He slowed his pace, fucking me with long, slow strokes. I needed more. I needed it rough. I needed his hands on me. I was whining, whimpering, begging, but he just laughed.

“I can keep going for ages. I can keep you right at the brink of orgasm. I can torment you all night.”

I shook my head. “No. Please don’t.”

“You’re not ready for that. I won’t give you more than you can take, not tonight. I’ll get you used to it. The longer I torment you, the longer you wait, the harder you’ll come. I want you to experience that. I’ll make you hold off, toy with you, fuck your mouth, and make you swallow my load, then keep you on the edge while I get hard again.”

His words broke me. I fought him again, trying to free myself from his hold. “Oh, my God. Val, please don’t.”

“You’ll let me do it, because that’s what I want.” The chair tipped as I struggled, but he pushed it back to the floor.

I whimpered. “Don’t torture me.”

“Oh, baby, it’ll be worth it when you come so hard you pass out.”

“I don’t…I’m scared.” But I definitely liked him calling me “baby.”

“Of course you are. That’s part of the fun for me.”

“You’re evil.”

“Yes, I am, and you fucking love it. You want to give yourself to me. You’re a slut for me even though I could kill you. I’ve killed men I’ve fucked before. I’ve even laughed while I did it.”

I was terrified, but still so needy. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him no matter what he’d done. “Oh my God. Please. ”

“I won’t do that to you. You’re so good I had to have you even though it’s against the rules. I could be killed for this, for burying myself so far inside you that you can taste me.”