Page 53 of Destruction

“He will come back. He belongs here,” Ignacio snarls, advancing on Hollis, and fuck if that’s not a dangerous idea.

Sighing, I mutter curses before snapping, “Ignacio! Stop it, now! Get over here.”

Every muscle twitches as he glares at Hollis. I’m just about to reiterate my command when he turns on his heel and stalks toward me. I press my lips into a tight line, waiting for his response, while the entire room feels tense.

“My apologies, Boss,” Ignacio says haltingly.

I wave him away and glance at Marcus. “You have your orders. Both of you, get out.”

Marcus grabs Ignacio, pulling him out of the room while Hollis slides in fully. I roll my shoulders back, standing up to greet him. I offer my hand and he chuckles, before shaking his head. I let my hand fall, wishing there was some way to preserve a level of professionalism.

“Ah, Cucciolo, I wondered if you had it in you to give commands.” I grit my teeth at Hollis’s tone, but let the comment pass.

When he calls me from behind my desk with a crook of his finger, I move slowly. I’m not sure what the payment is that he wants, but hopefully it’s not something that ends in someone’s death—like mine.

“There we go. Now, I need access to everything. I can use your computer. However…I’d like something pretty to look at while I do it. Strip. Then I want to see you kneeling in the middle of the floor.”

My jaw drops as Hollis heads behind my desk. I sputter, but at his sharp look, I go completely silent. I run my hand through my hair, not even caring if it gets messed up. I undress quickly, hating the fact I’m already partially hard at his command. I kneel and stare at him as he starts tapping on my keyboard, ignoring me as if I’m nothing. I dig my nails into my thighs, trying to keep quiet.

I huff, but it must not be quiet enough because Hollis’s tapping stops. He slides a bored glance my way, and I cringe. I mutter an apology, and he seems to accept it. At least until he gives me his next command.

“Start stroking yourself, but don’t come. I want to watch you bring yourself to the edge—again and again.”

Biting my lip, I follow his instructions, hating it while also loving it. I lightly grip my cock, stroking myself and trying not to orgasm. I gather some of the pre-cum to help ease the movement, and shudder from it. I’m not sure how long Hollis works, but soon I’m on the edge, even a whisper of air would make me come. I drop my cock as I curse, “Fuck!”

“Did I say you could stop?” Hollis’s voice is hard, and his eyes show no mercy.

I shake my head, my muscles quivering as I try to calm down. I start again, having no choice in the matter. “No, Hollis.”

Part of me wants to call himSir,and it fucks with my head. What's worse, I’m positive from his smirk that he knows where my mind is at. Still, I push forward, dragging the torture out. The pleasure and pain mix together as I bring myself to the edge and stay there—unable to let myself tip over. Finally—fucking finally—the typing stops. I make sure to continue, because fuck if I’m going to be told I can’t come.

“—lube?” I blink repeatedly, realizing Hollis has been talking to me. Sighing, he repeats his question. “Cucciolo, where do you keep your lube? And I know you must have some, considering what you and your Daddy get up to.”

I flush red at the reminder of Master, and shakily respond, “Right top drawer.”

“Mmm, look at all those toys.” Humiliation washes over me as I know what he’s seeing. The cock cage, dildos, rope, loggers, and… “A cock ring sounds perfect. Unless you have an issue?”

He stands up and walks toward the door, opening it wide. I want to protest, but it dies on my lips when I see his sharp glance. I stretch my neck, trying to reduce some tension, and begrudgingly say, “No issue.”

“That’s what I thought. But let’s make this even more interesting.” He grabs his phone out and puts it on the bookcase, where I’m in full view. After some fiddling, I'm sure he’s recording me. My heart sinks as I know it’ll be yet another video for the Amatos. “There we go. On your hands and knees. I want to make sure we can both get off on this later—and I know you will. I’m sure even Benjamin will enjoy this.”

“You fucker,” I snarl as I get into position.

There’s a rustle of clothes behind me, and a quick laugh. My insult rolls right over him. He kneels behind me, humming as he pulls my ass cheeks apart, looking at my hole.

“Would you just get this over with?”

“No, Cucciolo. You don’t get to make demands.” His slap on my ass jolts me forward, but I scramble back into position. He puts the cock ring on me and I bite back more curses. I’m already on the fucking edge. “You know…I was going to fuck you hard, give you what you so desperately want, but I think you need a reminder that I’m in charge. Instead, you’re going to feel every inch of me, and know you’re coming on my cock.”

The prep is quick, belying his statement, but the rough entry is slow. I growl as he pushes forward at his own pace, bottoming out before withdrawing at an excruciatingly leisurely pace. My arms tremble as he continues, dragging his thick cock over my prostate each fucking time.

I push back, trying to force him to hurry. “Stop play around and fuck me!”

Smack.Smack.Smack.

The staccato spanking rains down on my ass, and I moan in pleasure. Hollis doesn’t speed up, but chuckles at my desperation. “If you don’t stay still, you won’t get to come.”

“Shit. Fuck. Jesus.” I can’t stop babbling as he hits my prostate again, and I bite my lip, wishing he’d go faster and let me fucking come. Sweat covers my entire body as I try to hold on, and when he grabs my throat and chokes me, finally speeding up, I start to unravel.

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