Page 44 of Destruction

By the time I’m fully undressed, he’s naked as well, and already stroking his cock. And damn, it’s fucking beautiful. The girth and length…I want every single inch. I clench my fists, wanting nothing more than to reach out for him, or to at least stroke myself, but I know neither are going to be allowed.

The approval lighting up his eyes says I chose correctly, and I force myself to relax. “What do you want me to do next?”

“Well, since you were so interested in eating me, Topolino…let’s see you choke on my cock. I need it nice and wet before I fuck you.”

My body flushes red, as my dick jerks in anticipation, and when he straddles my head, falling forward onto me, I open my mouth immediately. There’s no finesse and I. Fucking. Love. It.

There’s no consideration for me, and I moan around his dick as he punishes me, forcing me to take him completely. He doesn't stop until I’m about ready to pass out. It’s a damn good thing I don’t have a gag reflex, or I’d be choking on bile.

He’s like a panther, the perfect predator. He’s just the right side of crazy that he's able to draw me out, but still makes me feel safe to be myself. Hell, I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, until he started using me like I’m his property.

When he scrambles up, standing and towering over me again, I’m breathing hard, and my throat fucking hurts from the position he used. Each thrust harshly scraped the surface of my throat, but who the hell needs to breathe without pain?

He stares down at me, quirking his eyebrow. I gulp harshly and eye his spit-covered cock. This is going to hurt, I already know it. But I want it. I want him to hold me down, to fuck meinto the floor, and show me where he thinks I belong. Because he can have this—for now.

“Are you going to do anything?” I taunt him, my voice scratchy but clear, smirking as I add, “Nocciola.”

“Topolino, I had no idea how much you enjoyed nicknames. Don’t worry, Baby Mouse. I’ll make sure you get more to eat later.”

I probably shouldn’t antagonize him as he kneels down between my legs, pushing them up roughly. I grab my knees, pulling them up and stretching out, to show my hole off completely. If he wants access, I’ll give it to him. We can fight later.

He edges forward, guiding his cock into my completely unprepared hole. I clench my teeth as I stare into his eyes, trying to keep my body from tensing as he pushes into me. It’s painful as fuck, and I wouldn’t be surprised if something tears, because he isn’t taking it easy.

Holy fuck.

A sheen of sweat covers me as I start to tremble, but once he bottoms out, he dips his head and kisses me. It’s so incredibly soft compared to everything else. There’s a whiplash to my emotions. Before I can process it, he’s fucking me in long, unforgiving strokes.

My cock wilted from the pain, but when he starts pegging my prostate, it doesn’t take too long for it to get interested again. One powerful thrust and I arch my back, moaning. The painful pleasure edges me closer. I go to grab my dick, but Tennant stops me.

“Topolino, I always come first. When I’m ready for you to come, I’ll let you know.” He lets go of my hand and circles my neck instead, squeezing just enough to make me aware he has complete control of my breath—of my life. “You like that, don’t you?”

I don’t answer—I can’t. But everything in me is ablaze, and I give in and grab for him, dragging my nails down his body. He hisses as I draw blood, and he squeezes my neck a little more, but he also fucks me harder, so I do it again and again. Until he’s almost cut off my oxygen completely.

Our bodies slide together, as both of us are sweating now, and the blood mixes in, making me wish I could see it. I want to see him as he owns my body. I want to watch as I own his as well, because he may be the one in control of my breath, but I’m the one urging him further.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s stuttering as he fucks me, his thrusts no longer smooth or coordinated, and I groan at it, waiting for him to finish, so he'll hopefully let me have my own climax. He throws his head back as he growls with his release, and his hold tightens until he cuts my air off completely. He stares down at me as I try to stop myself from panicking. He shudders and then finally lets me breathe. My eyes are wide and begging as tears stream down my face.

“Oh, Topolino, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you come.” He pulls out of me and I wince from the soreness, as he leans forward, licking the tracks of my tears, adjusting my glasses after he’s finished. He hums in satisfaction before gripping my cock. He begins to jack it off, hard and fast. “Fall apart for me. Show me how much you needed this. How much you need me. Not Ignacio. Me.”

I gasp as I fly apart, almost hating him for mentioning Ignacio in that moment, but I can’t feel anything other than the endorphins that are flooding my system. He strikes again, biting the same spot he did before, only this time, even harder. I manage to come even more as he licks the area, claiming me, and I melt bonelessly into the floor.

“Topolino.”

“Nocciola.”

“You forgot, we’re still training.” I open my mouth, but don’t get a word out before his fist hits me on the side of the head. I try to leverage myself up and away, but he just laughs, pouncing on me. “Haven't you learned to stay down?”

“Fuck. You.” I rasp out, my own punch weaker than ever.

“I think we learned it’s the opposite. But, if I ever want to go that route, I’ll let you know. Now. Stay. The. Fuck. Down.” I don’t see his fist coming, but pain explodes in my head again before everything goes black.

Sitting back in my father’s—my—office chair, I scrub my hands over my face until I’m seeing spots. A low-grade headache is knocking at my temples, and I wonder how Dad doesn’t have more gray hair. I’ve only been running the Family for a few days, and yet I feel as if I’ve aged ten years.

There’s a knock at the office door, and it opens shortly after. Removing my hands from my face, I expect to see Tennant, or maybe even Carter, with some type of update, but am surprised to see Jude instead.

“Hey.” I smile at him. “What are you doing here?”

He takes a seat across from me, barely concealing his wince. Before replying, he removes his hearing aids and tosses them onto the desk, then says, “I was with Jayden. I swear I’m more sore now than I was before I saw him.”

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