“I do,” he croaks, “but only if you say I can.”
“Good boy.” I give his ass a few smacks—because good boys deserve spankings too—and continue carving my cock into his insides. Holding him with one hand, I drag my nails down theright side of his spine with the other. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Daddy. Only you.”
“Damn right you do.”
He’s out of breath, he’s done such a good job holding back, but I need more of him. Reaching under, I pull him back to me by his jaw, his back against my front—my favorite position—trapped against me, helpless and open. I can’t get as deep this way, but I don’t need to when I hold him like this. It does something to my insides that I can’t get from physical stimulation alone.
Ace is prey in this position—my prey. I spread a hand across his abdomen, low, just above his cock. The one miserably hanging on.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” I snarl against his neck before I nip and then suck, hard. Princess wants marks, he’ll get marks.
Gliding my meaty paw up his torso, he shivers. I find his nipples, tweaking them and then shove two fingers into his mouth, using it like a hook, tugging his head against the crook of my neck so he’ll feel all the more vulnerable.
I know he fucking loves that shit.
“Not so bratty now, are we? Did Daddy fuck you into submission, baby?”
Ace whines a muffled “Yeah-huh” while his cock leaks.
It’s still not enough, and it might never be enough, but I’m gonna try. Gripping around his right thigh, I yank it up so that it wraps around my body. He has to balance on his left knee, but I’m doing most of the work, because he’s locked against me, dependent on the hold I have on him.
“That’s it. Stay like that. I’m not done owning you.”
Ace arches his back, but that’s all he can do—completely immobile, completely mine.
I thrust upward and pull him down at the same time, using him as if he’s nothing but a toy, and he takes it. Ass clenching around my cock, not wanting to be free of me.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect,” I murmur as I piston into him. He tries to say something, so I release his mouth. “What’s that, baby?”
“Gonna come like this if you don’t stop.”
“Can’t have that. Not yet.”
Pulling out of him feels like suffocation, but only for a second.
“On your back,” I growl. “Spread yourself for me.”
He complies quickly, opening his muscular hockey-sculpted thighs. I slide right back into him, but then I pause, taking a moment to admire him and my handiwork.
Ace is wrecked. Ruined. Eyes glassy, lips swollen, bruises forming along his neck and shoulder—the one also sporting the imprints of my teeth. Those aren’t just marks, they’re my fucking brand.
“Such a fucking whore, McKinnon.”
“I’m anything you want me to be, Luke.”
My heart stutters, and I dive, catching my favorite place—his lips. I kiss and inhale him, tasting a hit of the vanilla coffee he was drinking earlier. I lick the back of his teeth and wrap my tongue with his, deepening the kiss.
When I pull away, I stare, using my thumb to caress his cheek. “Eyes on me while I fuck you hard enough to remember where you belong. I wanna watch you come for me.”
He bites his lip, nodding, too fuck-drunk to speak.
Rolling my hips slow, he squeezes my cock, making it im-fucking-possible to hold back, but I wanna see him lose it first. I don’t wanna miss a second. Reaching between us, I seize his cock as my new captive, stroking in time with my thrusts.
Ace cries out, a mix of pleasure and pain, sending me hurtling into an orgasm with him. I plant my hands on the mattress, one on either side of his, taking his lips in a rough kiss. We kiss for a long time—I’ll never take these lips for granted—and I don’t pull off him until our lungs are starved of air.
I collapse on my back, rolling him with me, keeping my softening cock inside him, my hot cum leaking out of him. We pant in sync, and he curls around me.
