Page 18 of The Brat's Bargain

"Promise?" His voice came out breathier than he'd intended, laced with unmistakable want. He rolled his hips, grinding his hardness against Damien's thigh. "Maybe I don't want you to let me go...Daddy."

Damien's answering growl sent electric sparks skittering under Antonio's skin. In one fluid motion, he hoisted the smaller man up, strong hands gripping his thighs. Antonio reflexively wrapped his legs around Damien's waist, gasping at the obvious bulge pressing insistently against his ass.

"Careful what you wish for, baby boy," Damien purred darkly, carrying him out of the elevator and towards the bedroom. "Daddy's in no mood to be gentle."

Antonio arched a brow, challenge sparking in his gaze even as his body trembled with arousal. "Who says I want gentle, old man?" He rolled his hips again, relishing Damien's sharp intake of breath. "Maybe I want Daddy to wreck me. Ruin me for anyone else."

A feral light ignited in Damien's eyes at the bratty words. "Oh, my poor boy. You have no idea what you just unleashed."

He tossed Antonio down on the enormous bed and pounced, pinning the smaller man's wrists above his head. Antonio thrashed instinctively, but Damien's grip was iron, immovable. The show of casual strength made Antonio's cock throb, leaking steadily in his constricting slacks.

Damien's free hand made quick work of their clothing, baring heated skin to the cool air. All the while he kept Antonio's wrists pinned, rendering him helpless to do anything but accept Damien's attentions.

The first drag of Damien's large, warm palm over his chest made Antonio arch with a needy whine. Calloused fingers found a nipple and pinched, the sudden sting making him jerk and gasp.

"Sensitive," Damien noted smugly. He ducked his head and laved his tongue over the abused bud. "Daddy's poor responsive baby. I'm going to have so much fun taking you apart."

True to his word, Damien seemed intent on wringing every desperate sound from Antonio's lips. He mouthed hot, open kisses down his chest, sucking bruises into the smooth skin of his stomach. Each nip of teeth, each hard suck sent sparks straight to Antonio's dripping cock, the wet spot on his straining briefs growing with each tortuous touch.

When Damien finally reached the waistband, he paused, glancing up through dark lashes. His lips were wet and obscenely red, curved in a smirk that promised filthy delights.

"Tell Daddy what you need, baby boy." The command was low and rough, brooking no argument. "Use your words like a good boy."

Antonio flushed, squirming against the grip on his wrists. "Daddy," he whined, voice small and pleading. The nickname felt strange yet arousing on his tongue, the power exchange making his head spin. "Please, I need..."

"Ah ah." Damien nipped sharply at his hip bone in admonishment. "What have I said about mumbling? Speak up and tell Daddy what his little prince needs."

Mortification warred with desperate arousal as Antonio forced the words out. "Your...your mouth. Please, I need your mouth on me, Daddy. Wanna feel you suck my—my cock." His voice cracked on the last word, face blazing.

But it was all worth it for the way Damien's eyes flared with heat, his smile taking on a sharp, feral edge.

"There's my good boy," he purred. "Asking so nicely for what you need. Daddy's going to reward you now."

With no further preamble, he yanked Antonio's briefs down and swallowed him to the root.

Antonio nearly screamed, back bowing off the bed at the sudden hot, tight suction. Damien's mouth was sin incarnate, all wicked skill and merciless intensity as he bobbed up and down Antonio's length.

It was too much too fast, pleasure streaking up Antonio's spine with each drag of Damien's mouth. When the older man hollowed his cheeks and sucked viciously, Antonio swore he blacked out for a moment.

"Daddy!" he wailed, hips bucking desperately. "Fuck, oh fuck, I can't—I'm gonna?—"

With a filthy slurp, Damien pulled off. He pumped Antonio's spit-slick cock with firm strokes, grinning wolfishly.

"Oh no, baby boy. You don't get to come until Daddy says so. And Daddy's not nearly done playing with you yet."

Ignoring Antonio's sob of frustration, Damien flipped him over onto his stomach. He manhandled the smaller man into position, ass up and presented. Antonio tried to rut against the sheets for some relief, but a hard swat to his cheek stilled his movements.

"Did Daddy say you could hump the bed like a bad puppy?" Damien scolded, squeezing the abused flesh. "I don't think so. Be a good boy and hold still for Daddy while I open this tight little ass up."

The filthy words made Antonio moan brokenly into the pillow. In this position, spread open and vulnerable, he felt small. Owned. Like Damien's pretty little plaything to use how he pleased.

The first press of a thick, blunt finger against his hole made him tense up automatically. But Damien just rubbed soothing circles into his lower back, murmuring praise.

"Shh, there's my good boy. Relax for Daddy, let me in. Gonna make you feel so full, so good."

Damien worked him open with ruthless skill and efficiency, pumping thick fingers into his hole until Antonio was loose and sloppy and aching for more. The burn and stretch was delicious, winding the coil of need in his gut tighter and tighter.

By the time Damien pressed the wide head of his cock against Antonio's rim, he was nearly delirious with it. Empty and desperate to be filled, to be taken and claimed and owned completely.

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