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“Oui,” I hear myself whisper. “S’il te plait.”

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THUREL

Maël pulls his mouth back on a string of kisses he sprinkles all over my ass cheeks, before slowly dragging his way up to my spine. Without removing his finger from my ass, he crawls over my frame, his knees touching the back of my calves as his chest collides with my back. With one hand he keeps my face palmed against the blanket while the other one still controls my pleasure. My hole clenches as he slides in a second finger. I tense, the sound of his soft hush floating in the air as it makes its way into my ears. It echoes inside my head, toying with my common senses.

“You’re doing really well, ange. Tell me if I need to use more lube.”

I let out a sigh and my muscles give in, relaxing slowly under his probing digits, replacing the sting with a rumbling pleasure that coils in my stomach and makes my toes curl. Moaning against the plush material, I can’t help but lift a hand to touch the suede collar. It feels stiff against my fingertips, the material strained from its attachment to the metal pole.

“How does that feel, hmm?” He brings a hand over mine, clutching the rope. When I don’t reply, aside from my pathetic moans, he whispers, “I’ll tell you what it feels like to me. I’m feeling fucking euphoric, sweet Thurel. I get to have you, baby, after I chose you. After I hunted you down, I’m about to claim you. You’ll become my world. Serré, mon ange. Je t’ai serré.”

Tight, he’s got that rope tight around my neck. And he’s about to fuck me, how ironic, this little twist of words. Serré.

Am I a deplorable being to admit that I want this? That the idea of this devastatingly handsome and powerful guy choosing me, chasing me, then owning me, is something I really, desperately want? My ears buzz at the thoughts. Part of me is trying to create a mental distance, because after a high like this, the low can only be an absolute disaster, but my scrambling brain is having trouble pinpointing any rational thought right now.

Maël’s fingers choose that moment to crook inside me, and I cry out in pleasure, hips jerking uncontrollably.

“There you are,” he hums, sounding awfully pleased with himself. “Does that feel good?” He presses against that bundle of nerves again and I let out a guttural, unrecognizable moan.

His face takes cover in the crook of my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt as his nose touches the tender skin of my neck and cheek, then shifts to my ear. And all the while I’m still sitting there, like the pet he claims I am, ass filled with two of his digits, hanging on for dear life.

“I love the way your mouth felt wrapped around my cock,” he mutters in my ear. “And the way your ass lets me sink my fingers inside as if it has been waiting for me all your life. Have you, angel? Been waiting for me?” He doesn’t wait for my reply, instead hoists me back up and against his chest, fingers digging just that little deeper to make me jolt like an electric life wire.

“Putain de merde,” I swear on a moan. “This feels amazing.”

“So do you, angel. You are perfection.” He presses a kiss against my neck, right above where the collar is clasped snug around my flesh. “I’m going to remove my fingers now, and replace them with my cock.” He takes his time pulling out, then presses another kiss on my flushed skin, this one on the back of my head. Then another one on my shoulder blade, my spine, the other side of my shoulder, and then he softly blows into my ear. Goose pimples break out.

Spreading his legs to give me space, he finally maneuvers me onto my back, then lifts one of his legs to grab mine. Folding it in front of me, he spreads my thighs a little wider, then repeats the same movement with my other leg until they are both bent over his shoulders.

I can only watch as Maël crouches between my lifted knees, stretching them wider, until his entire frame sits in between my practically split half.

“You look like you’ve done this many times,” I try to joke, but the tremble in my voice gives it away. I’m feeling incredibly, horribly vulnerable.

Maël’s lips tick up faintly, and then he leans in, his long and slender fingers caressing the studs on the collar. His gaze is one of pure concentration, despite the amused smile on his lips. “I have practiced for the both of us,” he finally muses. Blinking, he drags his gaze up to mine. “T’es tellement beau,” he whispers. “You’re exactly what I wanted.”

I shake my head. “You don’t even know me.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” Maël chortles. “We know more of you than you think. The board does. The brotherhood does. I do. We don’t leave anything to chance. We are power, ange. We predict the future. We rule the world. And we know exactly how to do so.”

“I don’t understand. And what about the other participants? Did all of you choose…”

“Yes.” Maël huffs out a small laugh, then shakes his head a little remorseful. “Not quite. I mean, yes, we all chose someone. And those students all had their background check prior to receiving their invitation.” He dips his gaze as he lines up his dick to my hole, then brings his eyes back to mine as if silently asking for my permission. I give him the faintest of nods, swallowing thickly as nerves flutter through my stomach.

The head of his dick presses against my hole and I breathe in, forcing myself to exhale through a ragged breath. And then I can feel him pushing into me, slowly, carefully, while his gaze flits to mine and our eyes lock.

“But I left a bigger check, sweet Thurel.” His lips curl into a small, pinched smile as he keeps his eyes on mine but visibly concentrates on the way his cock slides further inside my tunnel, making my breath hitch as my ass begins to burn. I try to catch his meaning, but my brain feels like mush as the sensation grows. Maël’s presence is overwhelming, his seduction alluring and over-stimulating. When those expressive, almond-shaped eyes are on mine, everything else fades away.

“Victory is so fucking sweet,” he muses when he’s finally fully sheathed. Rubbing the inside of my legs with firm, even strokes, he’s clearly giving me a moment to adjust to his intrusion. It’s a lot. This feeling of completely surrendering after tonight’s chase.

“Surely you can find a more experienced guy than me?” I shiver when his fingers reach for my balls, fondling them gently. He smiles. Because of my question, or perhaps because of the way my body trembles at the tingles he injects into my skin like the finest of ink.

“Have you never wanted something so badly after just one glance?” He asks. “A pair of shoes, an ice-cream, a house?”

“A house?” I huff out a laugh that morphs into a ragged wheeze, because Maël chooses that moment to start moving. Slowly, almost tenderly, he pulls his cock nearly all the way out, leaving only the tip buried inside, before he rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock back in. Dipping his gaze, his blue irises shimmer in the dark space, the fine circle nearly entirely absorbed by his dilated pupils. Our noses nearly touch.

“A house, yeah,” he muses, breath tickling the curve of my mouth before he uses his teeth to nip at my lips as he pulls them apart. I expect him to kiss me, but he lingers, his transfixed gaze on my mouth as he nips and sucks. “I once bought a house in Spain because I loved the place so much. The owners didn’t know what was happening to them, though they were fast to pack their bags.”

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