6. Boundaries Tested

CHAPTER 6

BOUNDARIES TESTED

The morning sun filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Luca's head throbbed, a painful reminder of last night's excesses. He groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

"Rise and shine, princess." Victor's gravelly voice cut through the haze of Luca's hangover. "Time to face the consequences of your little adventure."

Luca cracked one eye open, glaring at the mountain of muscle looming over his bed. Victor stood there in a tight black t-shirt that left little to the imagination, arms crossed over his broad chest. The sight sent an unwelcome jolt of arousal through Luca's body.

"Fuck off," Luca mumbled, reaching for the blankets. "It's too early for your bullshit."

In a blur of motion, Victor ripped the covers away, leaving Luca exposed to the chilly air. He yelped, curling in on himself.

"What the hell, Kovac?"

Victor's eyes raked over Luca's body, taking in the thin boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his morning wood. "I told you we'd discuss your punishment," he growled. "This is me being nice."

Luca snorted, sitting up reluctantly. "If this is you being nice, I'd hate to see you being an asshole."

"Keep pushing me, boy," Victor warned, leaning in close. "And you just might."

Heat pooled in Luca's belly at the threat, his treacherous body responding to Victor's dominance. He pushed it down, clinging to his anger like a shield.

"Whatever," he muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Let's get this over with."

Victor's hand shot out, gripping Luca's bicep. "Not so fast," he growled. "You don't get to dictate the terms here. You broke the rules, now you face the consequences."

Luca's eyes widened as Victor manhandled him across his lap, his ass in the air. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he sputtered, struggling against Victor's iron grip.

"Teaching you a lesson," Victor rumbled, one large hand coming to rest on the small of Luca's back. "Since words don't seem to get through that thick skull of yours."

Before Luca could protest further, Victor's hand came down hard on his ass. The sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by Luca's startled yelp.

"You can't be serious," Luca gasped, heat blooming across his skin. "I'm not some kid you can just spank!"

Victor's laugh was low and dangerous. "No," he agreed, landing another stinging blow. "You're a brat who needs to learn his place."

The spanking continued, each strike sending jolts of pain and pleasure shooting up Luca's spine. He squirmed and cursed, torn between the urge to escape and the desperate need for more.

"Fuck you," Luca spat, his voice breaking on a moan as Victor's hand connected with a particularly sensitive spot. "You're not my father, you can't do this to me!"

Victor's hand stilled, resting heavy on Luca's burning ass. "No," he said, voice low and intense. "I'm not your father. I'm the man who's trying to keep you alive, you ungrateful little shit."

He hauled Luca up, spinning him around to face him. Luca found himself straddling Victor's lap, their faces inches apart.

"Do you have any idea," Victor growled, one hand coming up to grip Luca's jaw, "how close you came to getting yourself killed last night? That guy you were with? He's known for drugging pretty boys like you, using them up and leaving them for dead."

Luca's breath caught in his throat, fear and arousal warring in his gut. "I didn't know," he whispered, unable to look away from the intensity in Victor's eyes.

"No, you didn't," Victor agreed, his grip softening slightly. "Because you're too busy trying to prove how tough you are to see the danger right in front of you."

Luca swallowed hard, shame and desire coiling hot in his belly. "I'm sorry," he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "I just... I needed to feel something. Anything."

Something softened in Victor's gaze, his thumb brushing over Luca's lower lip. "I know, baby," he murmured. "But there are safer ways to do that. Ways that don't involve putting your life at risk."

The pet name sent shivers down Luca's spine. He leaned into Victor's touch, suddenly desperate for more contact. "Like what?" he breathed, rolling his hips experimentally.

Victor's eyes darkened, his free hand coming to grip Luca's waist. "Careful, little prince," he warned. "You're playing with fire."

"Maybe I want to get burned," Luca challenged, pressing closer. He could feel Victor's cock hardening beneath him, a thick line of heat against his ass. "Maybe I'm tired of being treated like some delicate flower."

Victor's control snapped. In a blur of motion, he flipped them, pinning Luca to the bed with his considerable bulk. "Is this what you want?" he growled, grinding down against Luca's aching cock. "To be used? Owned?"

Luca moaned, arching up into Victor's touch. "Yes," he gasped, beyond shame or hesitation. "Please, Victor. I need it."

Victor's mouth crashed down on Luca's, the kiss bruising and possessive. Luca melted into it, opening for Victor's questing tongue. It was everything he'd been craving, everything he'd been too afraid to admit he wanted.

Victor's hands roamed Luca's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped Luca's thighs, hitching them up around his waist as he ground down harder.

"Tell me you want this," Victor demanded, breaking the kiss to trail bites down Luca's throat. "Tell me you're mine."

Luca's head fell back, offering more of his neck to Victor's hungry mouth. "Yours," he whimpered, nails digging into Victor's shoulders. "All yours, please..."

Victor growled, the sound vibrating through Luca's body. He reached between them, palming Luca's cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Such a needy little thing," he purred. "So desperate for Daddy's touch."

The words hit Luca like a physical blow, arousal spiking hot and heavy in his gut. He should be offended, should be pushing Victor away and storming out. But all he could think about was how much he wanted to surrender, to let Victor take control and quiet the chaos in his head.

"Please," Luca begged, beyond pride or pretense. "Please, Daddy. I need you."

Victor's eyes blazed with hunger and something deeper, more tender. "Shh, baby boy," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to Luca's flushed cheeks. "Daddy's got you. I'll give you what you need."

He slid down Luca's body, leaving a trail of biting kisses in his wake. When he reached the waistband of Luca's boxers, he looked up, seeking permission.

Luca nodded frantically, lifting his hips in silent plea. Victor smirked, hooking his fingers under the elastic and slowly, torturously, pulling them down.

Luca's cock sprang free, hard and leaking against his stomach. Victor's eyes darkened at the sight, a hungry growl rumbling in his chest.

"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Luca's inner thigh. "Such a pretty cock for Daddy to play with."

Before Luca could respond, Victor swallowed him down in one smooth motion. Luca cried out, his back arching off the bed at the sudden wet heat engulfing him.

Victor worked him with expert skill, alternating between long, slow sucks and quick, teasing licks. Luca writhed beneath him, hands fisting in the sheets as he fought against the urge to thrust up into that talented mouth.

"Daddy," he gasped, teetering on the edge of orgasm. "Please, I'm gonna..."

Victor pulled off with an obscene pop, his hand wrapping around the base of Luca's cock in a firm grip. "Not yet, baby boy," he growled. "You come when I say you can. Understand?"

Luca whined, frustration and arousal warring in his veins. But he nodded, desperate to please. "Yes, Daddy," he gasped. "I understand."

Victor's eyes flashed with approval. "Good boy," he purred, the praise sending shivers down Luca's spine. "Now, tell me what you want. Use your words, baby."

Luca swallowed hard, his cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and desire. "I want... I want you inside me," he whispered, unable to meet Victor's intense gaze. "Please, Daddy. I need to feel you."

Victor groaned, his control visibly slipping. "Fuck, baby. You're going to be the death of me."

He reached for the bedside drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube. Luca's breath hitched as Victor slicked his fingers, anticipation coiling hot and heavy in his gut.

The first press of Victor's finger against his entrance made Luca gasp, his body tensing involuntarily. Victor's free hand stroked soothingly down his flank.

"Relax, little prince," he murmured. "Daddy's got you. Just breathe."

Luca forced himself to relax, melting into Victor's touch. The older man worked him open slowly, carefully, adding fingers one at a time until Luca was a writhing, begging mess.

"Please," Luca sobbed, fucking himself back on Victor's fingers. "I'm ready, I swear. Need you so bad, Daddy."

Victor's eyes were dark with lust and something deeper, more tender. He withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at Luca's entrance.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

Luca's eyes fluttered open, meeting Victor's intense gaze. For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them, everything else fading away.

Then Victor pushed in, and Luca's world exploded into sensation.

The stretch burned, a delicious ache that made Luca's toes curl. Victor was big, bigger than anyone Luca had ever been with, and the feeling of fullness was overwhelming.

"Fuck," Victor growled, his voice strained. "So tight, baby. So perfect for me."

He stilled once he was fully seated, giving Luca time to adjust. Luca whimpered, desperate for more but afraid to move.

"Please," he whispered, hands clutching at Victor's broad shoulders. "Move. Need you to move, Daddy."

Victor's control snapped. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had Luca seeing stars.

"This what you needed, baby?" Victor growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. "Needed Daddy to fuck you stupid, put you in your place?"

Luca could only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Each snap of Victor's hips sent sparks of ecstasy shooting up his spine, his prostate assaulted with unerring accuracy.

"Answer me," Victor demanded, one hand coming up to wrap around Luca's throat. The pressure was light, more of a reminder than a real threat, but it sent Luca spiraling even higher.

"Yes!" Luca cried, his voice breaking. "Yes, Daddy, please. Don't stop, feels so good..."

Victor's rhythm faltered for a moment, a groan torn from his throat. "Fuck, baby. The things you do to me..."

He redoubled his efforts, pounding into Luca with a ferocity that bordered on feral. Luca met him thrust for thrust, his nails raking down Victor's back hard enough to leave marks.

"Close," Luca gasped, teetering on the edge of orgasm. "Please, Daddy, can I come? Need to come so bad..."

Victor's hand wrapped around Luca's neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, baby boy," he growled. "Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

The command was all it took. Luca came with a scream, his vision whiting out as pleasure crashed over him in overwhelming waves. He clenched down hard on Victor's cock, milking him for all he was worth.

With a guttural roar, Victor followed him over the edge. Luca felt the hot pulse of Victor's release, marking him from the inside out.

They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both panting heavily. Victor's weight was heavy on top of Luca, but he found he didn't mind. It felt grounding, comforting in a way he'd never experienced before.

As the afterglow faded, reality began to creep back in. Luca tensed, suddenly uncertain. What did this mean for them? For their relationship?

Victor must have sensed his unease. He rolled to the side, gathering Luca into his arms. "Shh," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Luca's temple. "It's okay, baby. I've got you."

Luca burrowed closer, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. "Don't leave," he whispered, hating how small and vulnerable he sounded. "Please, Victor. Stay with me for a while? We can train later."

Victor's arms tightened around him, a soft rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. "I'm not going anywhere, little prince," he promised. "You've been a good boy and earned a break. I'll be right here when you wake up."

As Luca drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in Victor's arms, he couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed. For better or worse, there was no going back now.