Page 28 of Destruction

“Benjamin can be molded, the potential is there, even if he’s proving to not be an easy student. He’s not a natural, but there’s a fire burning in him. A need to prove himself, and to see his family safe; it’ll serve him well, if I can pull it out of him.”

Roman grins. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“Your faith in me is biased, Little Prince.”

He scoffs. “Please. You’ve done good work with Jude and Hollis. You’re the best for a reason, Ten. The Martellis recognize that, even if they don’t agree with your methods.”

“Do you agree with my methods, Little Prince?”

“Not at all, but I know they’re necessary.”

Reaching for him, I grab his hair and tug, pulling him toward me. He winces but doesn’t complain, allowing me to drag him around.

“Do you think I care?” I ask lowly.

His breath catches and he licks his lip, his eyes darkening as his cheeks flush. “No,” he whispers. “I know you don’t.”

Leaning down, I ghost my lips across his. “And you likethat, don’t you? You like when I don’t care about you or your feelings.”

He moans and I grin, my cock waking up, along with the urges that tell me towreckthis boy. Tightening my grip in his hair, I pull until he’s forced to stand from the chair in order to ease the pain and tugging on his scalp.

Roman tries to reach for me, but I hold him away, twisting my fingers in his hair, and forcing a beautiful cry from his throat.

“No touching, this isn’t about you.” His breath stutters and he blinks away tears. “Such a beautiful giocattolo,” I murmur, relishing in his responses.

“Please,” he gasps.

“Please, what, Toy?”

“Use me.”

With my free hand, I grab his hip and flip him over the desk, shoving him face down into the wood. “Don’t say anything you don’t mean, Giocattolo. I will takefulladvantage.”

Roman gasps and tries to thrust his hips back. Using my hand in his hair, I force him further down onto the desk. His hands scramble for purchase, and he can’t seem to decide if he wants to escape or push for more.

Thisis what I need. I need my Toy to fight, to offer up everything we both want, but make us work for it at the same time. Benjamin’s barely concealed disrespect has had me on edge all this time, and getting to use Roman will help quell some of that need.

Roman’s skirt has a zipper in the back, and I don’t have any problem undoing it, shoving the fabric down his legs. Like always, when he’s wearing tight clothing, he’s sans underwear, baring his beautiful ass to me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Little Prince?” I ask, holding him down with one hand, while using my free one to trace along his hole.

He bucks, and I release his hair to grip the back of his neck, digging my fingers into his skin. “I think I’m going to fuck you just like this,” I tell him. “You look so good while at my mercy. How can I pass up such an opportunity?”

Spitting onto my fingers, I rub the barely-there slick around his hole, letting him feel every inch as I roughly push two in. He moans at the sudden intrusion, but doesn’t protest. I don’t bother opening him up, I'm just getting his channel a little wet.

“I’m going to force you open on my cock, and you’re not allowed to come.”

He whines, trying to shift away from me, but I hold him firmly. “No,” I muse. “I’m going to use you for my pleasure, without giving you anything, and you’re going to take it like the good toy you are. Maybe I’ll let Jude fuck my cum out of you as his reward for passing my test.” Roman tries to lift his head to glance at the monitor, but I yank my fingers from him and replace them with my cock.

He shouts at the sudden intrusion as I force my dick halfway in. It’s tight, dry, and not pleasurable for either of us, but the feel of him contracting around my length has me hardening further.The stimulation trips thetoo muchsensationbutton and leads into pleasure.

“Your focus should be on me,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Nobody else matters, unless I allow them to. For that little stunt, I’ll tell Hollis you’re not allowed to come until I say so.”

He chokes on a sob but I ignore him, pulling out before shoving back in. The friction makes it more intense, but the pleasure from being in such a warm hole overrides everything else.

Roman is too far gone to realize when I reach into a drawer and remove a small tube of lube. The next time I pull out, I use just enough lubrication to make the glide in easier—for me. He doesn’t deserve such courtesies.

My Giocattolo takes everything I give him, even as he cries and writhes, his hands scraping against the wooden desk. Watching my cock fuck in and out of him, how easily he opens for me, even when it hurts, when I don't give him even a moment to catch his breath… It’s a heady feeling that has my dick thickening further, and I release my hold on Roman’s neck to grip his hips in both hands.

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