Page 26 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
Porter’s face felt hot and butterflies fluttered in the pit of his stomach. “Yes, Sir?” He licked his lips nervously. “I want you to continue.”
“Good boy.” Jaygen’s hold on his hair loosened slightly and he massaged Porter’s sore scalp. He was like fucking putty in Jaygen’s hands, leaning into his touch.
“Get back to cleaning up your mess. I don’t want to see a speck left.”
Nodding, he cleared his throat and focused on the counter again. Porter began to wipe the surface when he felt something hot and hard pressed between his thighs.
"Close your legs. Keep them tight."
Porter's heart almost leapt from his chest at Jaygen’s deep, velvety voice. Jaygen's hand grabbed one of his hips and his cock slid between the human’s thighs slowly. Porter's body was on fire and he kept his legs together tightly as he glanced over his shoulder.
Jaygen was always so put together, so perfect, but as he fucked Porter's thighs he saw a different side of him. Jaygen picked up speed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip and a look of feral desire on his face. When he caught Porter staring, he wrapped a hand around his throat.
"Turn around!"
Porter jumped. Jaygen had been firm before, but he didn't yell or raise his voice. Why did it make Porter want to come on the spot? The more his throat was squeezed, the more Porter couldn't hold back from moaning like a whore in heat. His thighs were so slick, coated with Jaygen's pre-come as he tried to remember to clean, but his head was entirely too focused on his own body. Jaygen's nails dug into his flesh and he moaned. Porter wanted to be ripped open, to bleed for Jaygen and to feel his anger, his control. But even more than that, he wanted to watch Jaygen become undone and not hold back.
"Jaygen-"
"Be quiet." Jaygen's voice had calmed again, but his breathing was ragged. "You're going to stay just like this until I paint your thighs with my come."
Porter squirmed. "I-I want..."
"You want me to fuck you." Jaygen growled against his ear. "No."
Porter could cry at his denial. His cock was so painfully hard. All he wanted to do was reach down and stroke himself, but his hands were still covered in cleaning products.
All he could do was let Jaygen use him.
"Shit," Jaygen hissed and his come spilled down Porter's legs. "Stay still."
Porter sucked in a deep breath when he was able to breathe again, his panting filling up the room. He felt Jaygen wiping his thighs with a cloth before he heard the same jangling, which he recognized as Jaygen’s belt now, and then a hand rested on his back.
"You are going to clean up after yourself from now on. Do you understand me?"
Porter nodded. "Okay."
"And you will go and apologize to Cyrus right now. We're all dealing with the backlash because ofyouand one thing I will never tolerate is this family being torn apart. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," Porter whispered and suddenly his eyes watered. "I didn't mean to hurt him."
"Liar."
Jaygen's hissed word pierced him to his core. Porter closed his eyes and opened them again.
"Okay, I wanted to hurt him. I couldn't stop myself." He shook his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You work that out on your own time. For now, go to Cyrus's room and stop what you started. I don't care what you have to do." Jaygen's hand came down on Porter's ass hard, making him jump and yelp. He turned to stare at Jaygen with wide eyes. "Do a good job and maybe next time I won't just fuck your thighs, pretty one."
Jaygen walked away and Porter was left to stare after him. He could stillfeelthe man between his legs. It lingered, Jaygen’s breath against his ear and his hand around his neck. Porter slowly reached up and touched his aching throat. There was so much more to Jaygen than he thought. But he would have to explore that...and push his buttons more... next time.
Porter sucked in a deep breath before he faced the counter. He cleaned up whatever was left and found out that the supplies were kept underneath the sink in a container, neatly labeled with a note to add to the list when the bottles were running low. Each bottle was marked with a line of permanent ink to let them know when to write it on the list for replacement and it was all in that same curling, slanted font that was so Jaygen.
Once his hands were washed and he could no longer procrastinate, Porter went back to his room. He couldn't avoid it. Apologies were not easy things in his household. You either proved you were sorry or you bled for your crimes.
Porter didn't know how to prove he was sorry to Cyrus. He glanced around his barebones room and sighed. Cyrus's things that he'd been given were still in his closet. He gathered them up neatly before he carried the armful of accessories and shoes back to Cy's room and knocked on the door.
"Go away, Ozni."
