Chapter 9

Niklaus

The shock on Damien’s face is enough to make me smile as I pull back. He’s fucking glorious, cheeks flushed a deep maroon, chest heaving, ass slick with spit, and his cock pushing against his lacy little panties. It’s so hard that I don’t know how it’s even still contained, with every contour on full display.

“One?” Realization dawns on his face, quickly morphing into an emotion somewhere between fury and desperation.

I nod, dropping back into my chair and gripping my cock through my pants. The tiny touch of friction sends sparks through my limbs, and I’m so hard it hurts, but I have to be patient.

Such a shame that his punishment is just beginning.

“Come here, Damien.” He snarls and crosses his arms over his chest, refusing, and I slide my eyes over his delicious, lithe body. “If you don’t listen, we’ll be forced to start over.”

Arms still crossed and tail twitching in agitation, he makes a show of his displeasure as he stomps over to stand in front of me. My fingers dig into his hips as I spin him, running my palm over the handprint burning red on his ass and giving it another tap. I tug him into my lap, eyes rolling back in my head at the sensation of my cock rubbing against him.

A soft moan climbs from his lips as I roll up into him, and I bind my arm around his torso, pulling him back until he’s laying against my chest.

“Put your feet on my knees.” I reach in a drawer for a bottle of lube, and this time, he listens, drawing his legs up and letting his body slouch, tail drooping to the ground.

I yank his knees apart, spreading him wide open. “That door isn’t locked,” I mutter in his ear as I lick up the slope of his neck. “Anyone could come in here and watch you getting fucked. How does that make you feel?”

He whimpers and spreads his legs even further, and I chuckle as his cock flexes against his panties. “Good boy,” I purr as I flick the lid of the lube open and move it to his hole .

“Oh, shit,” he gasps as I push the tip inside him and squeeze, letting the slick liquid fill his ass. I toss the bottle aside as I bite at his ear.

“Do you feel it dripping out of you?”

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, his hips trying to arch into the air.

“Get used to that, Damien… that slow drip out of your pretty little hole. It’s going to be your permanent state of existence around me.” My hand skates down the front of his body until I reach his soaked hole, slipping one finger inside him easily.

There’s an obscene, wet schlick as I thrust into him, and he moans as I work a second finger past his rim. “This is when you came in your pants last time, little prince. You’re going to have to take more of me tonight, though.”

His blonde curls muss against my pecs as he nods, and I slide in and out of his hole. He clenches, gripping me as I finger-fuck him. Loud, wailing moans leave his throat as I curl my fingers and sink inside his heat, finding his prostate as he writhes in my lap. My arm binds him tighter as he squirms, attempting to fuck himself on my hand.

“You are such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I murmur in his ear as I press a third finger against his hole. “So fucking hungry for my cock.”

Lube slicks his skin and mine as I stretch him, obsessed with the way his body yields for me. Once all three fingers slip past his rim, I pull out before thrusting back in. He wails as his cock strains against his soaked panties, the fabric shiny with his pre-cum .

Knuckle deep, I hold there for a few seconds while he whimpers and tries to move, begging with both his words and his body. The muscles in his thighs shake, his limbs shivering with the fullness. I withdraw until my fingers are barely inside him before driving forward again, and he cries my name so loudly, I know it’s bouncing down the hallways.

Anyone outside could hear him at my mercy.

I want them to hear.

Want them to know he’s mine.

Again and again, I thrust into him, and he clenches around me as his cock tenses, hard as granite under his lace. A strained shout is forced from between his teeth, then I pull out of him and pin him in place as he sobs. His hips jerk as he tries to send himself over the edge, arms pinned against him as he thrashes.

I chuckle in his ear, enjoying the way he squirms. “Two.”

“Nik, please let me,” he whines, still trying to thrust as more of his thick pre-cum beads through his underwear, rolling down his length. “ Please , I learned my lesson.”

“Oh, I very much doubt that,” I murmur. “You knew the consequences of being late.”

“Please.” He whips his head around to stare at me with wide, wild eyes, and I dig my fingers into his blonde curls and crush his lips to mine. This kiss is hungry, starving , full of lips and teeth and tongues, and when I trust he won’t come from a single touch, I loosen my hold on his body .

“Get on the desk and show me that loose, needy hole.” His eyes are hooded as his head lulls and his gaze meets mine, looking almost drunk with his need. When he doesn’t move fast enough for me, I stand and pick him up, placing him on top of the desk with another kiss. “Lay back and spread yourself out for me.”

He falls onto his back, papers and pens scattering as I grab his thighs and yank him to the edge of the desktop. I push his knees, exposing his opened hole to me.

“Such a fucking beautiful little slut.” I slide my thumb around his thong, slipping inside him as he moans. “So wet and ready for Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes, please, I need it,” he whines, and I grin at his submission as I reach down and unzip my pants, working my aching cock through the fly. The lube creaks as I open it a second time, pressing the tip of the bottle into his hole and squeezing again.

Clear liquid slides out of him as he breathes in stuttered exhales, and then with no warning, I line us up and shove myself all the way inside.

Body jolting from the impact, he's keening—wailing and crying and cursing—as I wrap my hands around his hips and slam into him again. He’s warm and tight, mouth sagged open and eyes fluttering closed as his tail twitches like it doesn’t know what to do. “You’re so fucking big,” he breathes out as I lean forward, hooking his knees with my elbows and folding him in half as I fuck him harder.

I inch closer until we’re nose to nose. “Who do you belong to? ”

“You… you, I’m yours… yours.” I growl and slide my arms underneath his body, lifting him off the desk while I’m still speared deep inside him.

“Who owns you, little prince?”

“You do,” he wails as I move him up and down my cock.

“That’s right, I do. And if I want to use you like a cock sleeve and fuck you until you’re stretched and full, I’ll do it. This hole? It’s mine.” His head falls back like he’s too weak to keep it up, trusting me to hold him as I use him. Our skin slaps together in loud claps, sweat beading on my forehead and trickling down my temples.

Every slide of his warm body has me toeing closer to the line, and half of me is tempted to give in to what both of us want. But the other half—the more disciplined one—knows that he hasn’t paid for the minutes he kept me waiting.

His intention was obvious when he did it. He wanted to provoke me… wanted the punishment. It’s not like I couldn’t hear him in the hallway, killing time just to be a brat. I turn and press him against the wall, his head thunking back as I fuck him harder, wedging his cock between us.

“Fuck, Nik, fuck you feel so good,” he moans, and he’s so tight I can feel it as he clenches around me, ready to blow. Forcing my brain to override my body, I wait until the last second and deny him one final time. I pull out, leaving him suspended in my arms, his needy hole pulsing around nothing.

“No!” Voice cracking, his tail lashes out, lassoing my waist and trying to tug me closer .

“Have we learned our lesson yet?”

“Yes,” he sobs.

“Yes, what? ”

“Yes, Daddy!” I snarl and growl as I lean in to capture his lips, carrying him back to the desk. His feet hit the floor as I flip him around and bend him over, white-knuckling the edge of the desktop to brace himself as I thrust into him.

Back arching, he meets my every thrust as the slick sounds of our bodies meeting fills the entire room. I need him in a way I’ve never experienced… need to be so deep that we can never be separated. It’s all-consuming, and I grab his hips and lift them off the ground, trying to get deeper.

He scrambles for balance as his chest falls against the desk, and I bury myself, giving in to the pull of his body while his feet hang before me. I want to be under his skin and in his very blood… for there to be no way to tell where I end and he begins.

“Who’s my good little cock sleeve?” I fuck him hard enough to make him call out, watching the bounce of his pert ass as it ripples.

Muscles in his back flex as he squirms in my grip, his voice a series of gasps. “I am… I’m your good little hole. Please, Nik, please . I’m nothing but a hole for you.”

“That’s right, you’re my hole. Does my hole want me to use it?”

“Use me, Daddy, please,” he moans as he flexes around me. “Fill me... mark me.” Even worked open and loose, he’s so tight that his every reaction is amplified, squeezing and contracting along my cock as I drive into him. Timid, he dances on this line once again, unsure if I’ll allow him to finish or not.

Just the way I like him.

“Nik… oh, fuck, Nik…” He chants my name as the contractions around my cock get faster, more powerful, and then his thighs tremble as he sucks in a deep breath and holds it, body shaking. His hole tightens as the air is punched from his lungs, and he comes with so much force that it sprays through the fabric of his panties, painting the top of my desk.

The sounds he makes are feral, completely obscene, and so satisfying I could sustain myself indefinitely off them.

“That’s my good little prince.” I stop holding back, my fingers digging pits into his hips. My body is so tight, my insides are twisted into knots, my toes and fingers curled into talons as the pressure builds to breaking. All at once, relief crashes through me in a wave, and I roar as I slam forward, bottoming out inside him as my cock jerks with my release.

I hold him there, listening to his keening mewls, as pleasure like I’ve never known almost brings me to my knees.

After the initial blinding waves roll through my body, I give a few steady pumps as I savor the rest of my orgasm. Damien is a whimpering mess spread out on the desk, still speared on my cock and at my mercy. My chest rises in a few deep breaths as I calm my racing heart, letting reality set in once again.

Once I place his feet on the ground, I pull out and kneel behind him, enamored as I watch streams of cum leak out of his abused hole .

My hole.

I scoop some of my cum onto two fingers and gently push it inside him, and his soft moans are laced in exhaustion.

“I came all over the naughty list,” he rasps, and I huff a deep laugh at the way his body is melted over the surface. He’s boneless and unwilling to move as he flops there, breath labored and skin clammy with sweat. I press a line of kisses up his spine and then scoop him up, taking him through a door no one but me is permitted to enter.