Page 44 of The Brat's Bargain

As the last piece of clothing hit the floor, Damien's gaze raked over Antonio's body, hungry and possessive. "Beautiful," he murmured, one large hand coming up to cup Antonio's jaw. "All mine."

Antonio leaned into the touch, a needy whine escaping his throat. "Yours," he agreed, voice barely above a whisper. "Always yours, Daddy."

Damien's growl was pure animal as he claimed Antonio's mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed Antonio's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he pulled back, both of them panting, his eyes were dark with want.

"On the table," he commanded. "Hands and knees. Show Daddy that pretty little hole of yours."

Antonio scrambled to obey, positioning himself on the sleek mahogany surface. He felt exposed, vulnerable, his ass on display for Damien's hungry gaze. But there was no fear, no hesitation. Only trust and burning desire.

The first smack caught him off guard, a sharp sting that bloomed into pleasure. Antonio gasped, pushing back for more.

"Count," Damien growled, landing another blow. "And thank me for each one."

"One," Antonio panted. "Thank you, Daddy."

By the fifth strike, Antonio was a writhing mess, cock leaking steadily onto the polished wood beneath him. "Five," he choked out. "Thank you, Daddy. Please... I need..."

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

Antonio whimpered, past the point of shame or hesitation. "You," he begged. "Need you inside me, Daddy. Please."

The sound of a zipper being lowered sent a shiver of anticipation down Antonio's spine. He felt the blunt head of Damien's cock pressing against his entrance, teasing but not breaching.

"Beg for it," Damien demanded, his grip on Antonio's hips tightening. "Let me hear how much you want Daddy's cock."

"Please," Antonio sobbed, trying to push back onto Damien's length. "Please, Daddy, I need it. Need you to fill me up, make me yours. I'll be so good for you, I promise. Just please, fuck me."

With a guttural groan, Damien slammed home in one brutal thrust. Antonio cried out, the burn of the stretch mingling with exquisite pleasure. There was no gentleness, no time to adjust. Damien set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving Antonio further up the table.

"This what you needed, baby?" Damien growled, one hand fisting in Antonio's curls. "Needed Daddy to put you in your place, remind you who you belong to?"

Antonio could only whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations. Every thrust hit his prostate with unerring accuracy, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Words, sweetheart," Damien demanded, punctuating the command with a particularly hard thrust. "Tell Daddy who you belong to."

"You!" Antonio cried out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood. "Yours, Daddy, only yours. Always yours."

Damien's pace became even more frantic, his breathing harsh and ragged. "That's right, baby. All mine. And don't you fucking forget it."

One of Damien's hands snaked around to wrap around Antonio's neglected cock, stroking in time with his punishing thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo.

"That's it, baby boy," Damien growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're taking Daddy's cock so well, such a perfect little slut for me."

Antonio whimpered at the praise, his body on fire with need. Every snap of Damien's hips sent sparks of ecstasy shooting up his spine, the thick length inside him hitting his prostate with unerring accuracy.

"Look at you," Damien continued, his grip tightening on Antonio's hip. "So fucking beautiful like this, spread out on Daddy's cock. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to take me, to be owned by me."

The possessive words, combined with the relentless stimulation, pushed Antonio closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a white-hot pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut.

"Please," he babbled, beyond shame or coherence. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close. Can I come? Please let me come for you."

Damien's rhythm faltered for a moment, his own breathing ragged. "Fuck, baby. You beg so pretty for me. Come on then, show Daddy how good you can be. Come for me, now."

The permission was all Antonio needed. With a broken cry of Damien's name, he came, spilling hot and messy over Damien's fist and the conference table. His body convulsed with the force of his orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over him.

The clench of Antonio's muscles was too much for Damien to resist. With a guttural groan, he slammed home one final time, emptying himself deep inside his boy. "Take it," he growled, grinding his hips against Antonio's ass. "Take every fucking drop, baby. You're mine, all mine."

For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Antonio felt boneless, utterly wrecked in the best possible way. Damien's weight on top of him was comforting, grounding him as he floated in post-orgasmic bliss.

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