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Instead, I take the card, the tension between us crackling like static electricity. My chest tightens with a mix of defiance and undeniable want.
Because tonight isn’t just any night. It’s a night for surrender. For whispered promises and filthy confessions spoken into the dark. For daring to hope—just for a fleeting moment—that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t a game. That this could be something real.
Him. Me. Us.
Chapter Four
Paul
As he asked,I’m naked, on my knees, waiting for him. My heart hammers in my chest with anticipation, every second stretching unbearably as I keep my gaze fixed on the door. When it finally opens, he steps in, the sound of the lock clicking shut behind.
Damian looks devastatingly good in his tuxedo, the tailored lines hugging his body like a second skin. His dark eyes rake over me, and the smirk that curls his lips is pure satisfaction. Slowly, he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it onto the couch without looking. His fingers undo his tie, the black silk slipping from his collar and landing next to the jacket.
“Look at you, so pretty and waiting just like I told you,” he says, his voice deep, a low rumble that slides straight to my core. “Naked. Obedient. Ready.” He stalks toward me, unbuttoning his shirt with swift, practiced movements. “You’re such a good boy for me. Such a good fucking boy.”
My body reacts to his words instantly, the heat pooling low in my stomach as I keep my eyes on him. His shirt falls open, revealing the strong planes of his chest, but he doesn’t waste time teasing. Damian doesn’t do slow. He pulls his belt free with a sharp snap and undoes his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs. His cock springs free, hard, and thick, and my mouth waters at the sight.
He grips the base as he steps closer, the head brushing against my lips. “Open,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I obey, my lips parting without hesitation. He slides into my mouth slowly, his hand tangling in my hair as he feeds me inch by inch. “That’s it,” he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair to hold me in place. “Take it all, my good boy. Let me feel that pretty mouth.”
The praise hits me like a drug, and I let my tongue move against him, my head bobbing to take him deeper. He guides me with firm but controlled motions, setting a pace that has my jaw aching and my pulse racing. His cock fills my mouth completely, his taste and heat overwhelming me in the best way.
“You look so good like this,” he growls, his hips rolling forward as he thrusts deeper, pushing against the back of mythroat. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I take it, relishing the way he groans my name. “Kneeling for me, sucking my cock like you were made for it. My good fucking boy.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I moan around him, the vibration making him hiss through his teeth. Damian’s grip on my head tightens as he starts to lose control, his movements growing rougher, needier. His other hand cups my jaw, holding me steady as he takes what he wants.
“Look at me while you take it. Let me see those pretty eyes wanting more, wanting to take it all.”
I force my gaze up, meeting his, and the raw hunger in his expression makes my stomach flip. Damian is relentless, his rhythm pushing me to the edge of my limits, but I don’t care. I’d give him anything he asks for, anything to keep hearing the praise spilling from his lips.
“Good boy,” he growls again, his voice tight with pleasure. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, and you’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?”
I hum my agreement around him, my throat vibrating against the thick length of his cock. The sound pulls a deep, guttural moan from him, raw and primal. His hips jerk forward, and suddenly he’s hitting the back of my throat, the tip pressing firmly, sending a wave of heat rushing through me.
Tears sting at the corners of my eyes as I focus on breathing through my nose, the stretch and fullness overwhelming but intoxicating. He eases back just enough to give me a moment’s rest before thrusting forward again, his cock hitting the back of my throat with a rhythm that leaves no room for hesitation. Each stroke is deliberate, relentless, forcing me to surrender completely to him.
“You’re doing so good,” he pants, his tone almost soft despite the rough pace. “So fucking good for me. That mouth was made for my cock, wasn’t it? Just like your ass.”
I moan around him, the sound muffled and desperate, and his response is immediate—a low, almost feral growl that vibrates through the air. Damian’s hips snap forward, each thrust hitting the back of my throat with unrelenting force. Suddenly, his breathing turns ragged, his grip in my hair almost bruising as he pushes me further down, holding me there while his cock pulses against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he growls, his voice a broken rasp. “I’m gonna come, and you’re gonna swallow every fucking drop like the good boy you are.”
The words send a thrill down my spine, and I hum around him in acknowledgment, the vibration pulling a deep groan from his chest. With a final thrust, he holds me in place as his cock twitches, spilling hot and salty against my tongue. I swallow instinctively, the taste of him flooding my mouth as he groans again, louder this time, his whole body shuddering with release.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice softer now but still edged with satisfaction. “Swallow it all, babe.”
I do as he says, my throat working to take every bit of him until there’s nothing left. When he finally pulls back, his cock glistens with a mix of spit and release, and I don’t hesitate. I lean forward, letting my tongue slide along his length, down to his balls. He hisses as I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, cleaning him thoroughly. My hands slide up his thighs for balance as I move to the other, giving it the same attention.
“Jesus,” he groans, his fingers threading through my hair again, this time gentler, a mix of appreciation and possession in the gesture. “You’re fucking perfect. Look at you, cleaning me up like you can’t get enough.”
I glance up at him, my lips still wrapped around him, and the raw hunger in his eyes makes my stomach flip. I pull back slowly, dragging my tongue along his sensitive skin one last timebefore sitting back on my heels, my chest heaving with the effort to catch my breath.
Damian smirks, reaching down to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. His gaze is searing, almost too much to bear, as he murmurs, “I own you.” The words drip with possession, his voice low and commanding. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
I want to believe him. I want to let those words settle into the parts of me that crave him, but they only echo hollowly against the truth. Because as much as I want him to own me, I know it’s a lie outside these walls. I wish he could claim me in the daylight, where others could see, where I wouldn’t have to hide. But that isn’t who Damian is—not today, and maybe not ever.
The thought stings, but before I can spiral into just how fucked up this is, his hand shifts, his thumb caressing the edge of my chin. His eyes soften, that impenetrable coldness melting away like ice under the sun. “Will you fuck me, babe?” he asks, his voice trembling with raw need. “I need your cock inside me.”
