Chapter Seven

Jackson

My God. Sebastian looks like a literal dark angel, like desire incarnate, and I feel my heart begin to race at the mere sight of him. With his perfect posture, his elaborate, colorful tattoos, and his unexpected obedience, I can't help but feel something. Though, I'm not quite sure what that something is. He has a magnetism, an allure, or some kind of gravity. And it threatens to suck me in so deep that I could almost drown if I dared succumb to its wild abandon.

With my cock growing harder with each passing second, I clear my throat, flick my hair over my shoulders, and approach the bed. "Raise your wrists," I command. My voice is huskier and contains more gravel than I expected, but it's all natural. This fine, lithe, fit beauty of man brings out the beast in me, and it's proving difficult to reign it in.

Sebastian raises his wrists to be bound, head still bowed. He doesn't move a muscle, and I can't help but admire his control. He might be a Switch, but he is a supremely trained submissive.

With his wrists bound, I yank on the chain between them, and he jerks forward, but maintains his balance, teetering on his knees, halfway between pulling back and falling forward. "You've spent a lot of time on the bottom, haven't you, pretty boy?" I ask.

"I have, Master."

"And do you have a current significant other?"

Sebastian hesitates before answering, licking his lips. "I have many playmates, Master. Some I have known for years, but none of them are … my lover," he emphasizes.

Interesting . "I see."

"Master, may I speak?"

Intrigued, I acquiesce. "You may."

"I've watched you from afar, and dreamed of this moment, Jackson. Promise me you won't hold back. I want you to fuck me like the world's ending and there's only us."

A growl escapes me, and I bend down to whisper against his ear. "Oh, my beautiful dark angel. You have my word. There will be no holding back. Tonight, we drown together." A shiver ripples through my slave, and I release the chain, allowing him to kneel comfortably once more.

With a sudden and wicked smile, I pick up the nipple clamps from the bed. "Almost forgot these. They're such an exquisite agony, wouldn't you agree, slave?"

"Yes, Master. They are."

Left first, then right, I pinch the clamps wide, then allow their metal maws to bite down on Sebastian's precious pink nipples—aside from his palms, the soles of his feet, and his face, they're one of the very few naked, ink-free areas of flesh on his body.

Sebastian grimaces, pursing his lips, but remains silent.

"That's my pet," I praise. "You have a good pain threshold, but I do hope you won't be so quiet when the real fun begins. Now, face the headboard and present yourself to me. I'm going to get undressed and grab some lube so we can get the show started."

"Yes, Master." Without hesitation my slave adjusts his position, elegantly bending at hips to rest on his forearms, cuffed wrists together, his perfect ass in the air, knees spread to shoulder width.

"Fuck," I breathe as I undress casually, allowing myself time to appreciate the view. He's simply breathtaking. My boots come off first, then pants, and finally my simple black t-shirt, until I'm as bare as the day I was born. Similarly covered in ink, we make for a spectacular pair. We're both living, breathing works of art. Squirting a wad of clear lube into my palm from a pump on the wall, I clamber onto the bed behind him. With a wicked grin, I bring my lube-free palm down hard across his right ass cheek.

Sebastian hisses through his teeth, and his body temporarily tenses before relaxing again.

Satisfied, I slather my fingers in the lube, then spreading his cheeks, I smear a generous amount over his pretty little asshole. My cock twitches in anticipation. I work one finger inside him, and then two, ensuring he's well lubricated and ready to take my pierced beast.

My slave moans beautifully, his breath quickening as I fuck him with three fingers, pumping with increasing intensity to get him nice and riled up. Sebastian's back bows, his posture deepening to open himself to me and my deviant ministrations.

"Do you like that, slave?" I ask. My lower lip is slack with lust as I grip his left hip for support and finger-fuck him.

"Yes, Master," he answers obediently.

"Do you think you're ready for my cock?"

"Yes, Master. Please," he begs. "I want your cock. I need your cock."

The absolute dominance of my position overwhelms me. I'm really going to fuck my enemy. I'm going to claim my rival's ass and fuck him into submission. It's hard to believe after all these years. I went from hating him and wanting to smash his pretty face with its perfect black Emo eyeliner, to fapping over him in my office, torturing him in my club, and now…

Primed and ready, I press the head of my cock to Sebastian's puckered hole, and it pops in with just the perfect amount of resistance. "Damn, you're tight," I groan as I shuffle forward on my knees, easing my cock in further. And then with just the first inch in, I pause, my strong hands gripping his hips, savoring the sensation of his ass choking my cock.

Sebastian tries to push back, but I hold him fast.

"Not yet, pet," I growl. "Not yet." When I'm sure I'm not going to bust my nut, I lean slowly into him, burying my beast inside his ass one painstaking inch at a time.

My slave whimpers quietly in need. "Please, Master," he begs. "I hate this slow tease! I need you to jackhammer the shit out of me."

"Speaking without being granted permission," I say, the smirk on my lips evident in my subtle growl. "Not smart, slave. I think punishment is in order. And you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for." Without another word I thrust with all my might, burying myself to the hilt, before grinding against him with knee-weakening force. A deep groan escapes me.

An unholy grunt slips from Sebastian, and he shudders beneath me in the most delectable way, still desperately pushing back for more.

"You thirsty little cock-whore."