Page 33 of The Brat's Bargain

For a moment, Antonio thought he might have pushed too far. Damien's eyes flashed dangerously, his grip tightening to the point of pain. Then, with a growl that sent heat pooling in Antonio's belly, Damien crashed their lips together.

The kiss was brutal, all clashing teeth and dueling tongues. Antonio gave as good as he got, biting Damien's lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Damien retaliated by grinding his hips forward, the thick line of his erection pressing insistently against Antonio's own hardness.

"Brat," Damien snarled against Antonio's mouth. "Always pushing, always testing me. Maybe it's time I reminded you who's really in charge here."

Before Antonio could retort, Damien spun him around and bent him over a nearby table. He kicked Antonio's legs apart, pressing his considerable bulk against Antonio's back.

"Is this what you want, baby boy?" Damien's voice was a dark purr in Antonio's ear as he ground his cock against Antonio's ass. "Want Daddy to fuck you stupid, make you forget about everything but how good I make you feel?"

Antonio whimpered, torn between pushing back for more friction and maintaining some semblance of control. "Maybe," he gasped. "If you think you can handle me, old man."

Damien's laugh was low and dangerous. "Oh, I can handle you alright. The question is, can you handle what I'm about to do to you?"

Antonio's breath hitched, a shiver of anticipation running down his spine. But he couldn't resist one last push. "Big talk for an old man," he taunted, wiggling his ass provocatively. "Sure you don't need a Viagra first, Daddy?"

In an instant, Damien's hand came down hard on Antonio's ass, the sharp crack echoing in the bunker. Antonio yelped, more in surprise than pain, heat blooming across his skin.

"Such a naughty boy," Damien growled, his voice a mix of amusement and arousal. "Looks like Daddy needs to teach you some manners."

Before Antonio could retort, Damien was manhandling him onto a nearby cot. He found himself face down, ass up, Damien's large hand pressing between his shoulder blades, then roughly stripped.

"Count them," Damien ordered, his free hand caressing Antonio's exposed cheeks. "And don't forget to thank Daddy for each one."

The first spank caught Antonio off guard, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that had him gasping. "O-one," he stammered. "Thank you, Daddy."

By the fifth strike, Antonio was a writhing mess, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets below. "Five! Thank you, Daddy, please... I need..."

"What do you need, baby boy?" Damien's voice was rough with desire. "Tell Daddy what you want."

"You," Antonio whimpered, all pretense of brattiness gone. "Need you inside me, Daddy. Please."

Damien groaned, his control visibly slipping. "Such a good boy for me," he murmured, unzipping his slacks and positioning himself at Antonio's entrance. "Daddy's going to take such good care of you."

He pushed in slowly, giving Antonio time to adjust to the stretch. But once he was fully seated, all gentleness vanished. Damien set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting Antonio's prostate with unerring accuracy.

"Fuck," Antonio gasped, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. "Daddy, feels so good..."

Damien's hand came around to grip Antonio's throat, not squeezing but a clear show of dominance. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Take Daddy's cock like a good little slut. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to take me, to be mine."

The possessive words sent Antonio spiraling closer to the edge. "Yours," he babbled, lost in sensation. "All yours, Daddy, only yours..."

Just as Antonio felt his orgasm building, the sharp blare of an alarm cut through the heated atmosphere. Damien tensed, his hips stilling as his head snapped towards the security monitors.

"Fuck," he snarled, eyes narrowing at the display. "We've got company."

Antonio whined, bucking his hips desperately. "Don't you dare stop now, Daddy. I'll be a brat all week if you leave me like this."

Damien growled, torn between duty and desire. "You're already a brat, baby boy." But he resumed his thrusts, somehow even more intense than before. "Guess we'll have to make this quick."

His hand wrapped around Antonio's neglected cock, stroking in time with his punishing pace. "Come on, sweetheart. Show Daddy how good you can be. Come for me."

The combined sensations of Damien's cock pounding his prostate and the rough friction on his dick had Antonio careening towards the edge. "Daddy!" he cried out, body tensing as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.

Feeling Antonio clench around him pushed Damien over too. He buried himself deep with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick inside his boy.

For a moment, they stayed frozen, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Then Damien pulled out gently, gathering Antonio into his arms.

"Such a good boy for me," he murmured, pressing tender kisses to Antonio's flushed face. "My perfect little brat."

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