Page 15 of The Taker

He nods, but I pull his hair, tipping his chin up so he’s forced to look at me again. “Once you’re mine, there’s no way out. Use your words, Leo. Tell me you understand.” I can easily see myself getting addicted to him. I already killed someone for him, for fuck’s sake—maybe I am already.

“Yes, I understand. I’m yours,” he says with a stubborn tilt to his jaw.

There’s my little lion, so brave. But I still see the trepidation and arousal swirling together in his eyes. He’s right to be cautious.

“Kiss your whole life goodbye, lionheart. I own you now.” I lean down, capturing his lips greedily to seal his fate.

At first, he’s stiff, as if he’s unsure of what to expect. But when I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite his plump, pink skin, he melts, moaning into my mouth like the desperate, needy slut I found in the dark back hallway.

His mouth tastes sweet, with the bitter tang of vodka and cranberries. It’s harder to break the kiss than I thought it would be, but I don’t want him getting the wrong impression of who I am.

I’m not a kisses and caresses kind of guy. I rather tie him up, turn him inside out, and take every ounce of his pleasure I can until he’s wrung dry. Until he’s so fucked out he can’t even move or speak, let alone put together a coherent sentence.

Letting go of his hair, I lean back in the chair, legs spread wide. He nuzzles my groin, burying his nose and breathing deeply. I push his face down, and he mouths at the outline of my cock through the fabric.

“Unzip me and take me out,” I grit out, already losing control. His mix of innocence and allure already makes me painfully hard.

He fumbles with the buckle for a moment, then slowly lowers the zipper and pulls me out of my boxer briefs. His eyes widen as he takes in my size. How thick I am. The flushed, leaking head.

Take a good look at it, toy, because it’s going inside your ass soon enough.

“Are you going to stare at it all night or suck it?” I prompt him, raising a brow when he looks up at me.

“Um,yeah…” he says before taking a deep breath and taking the head into his mouth.

He licks around the tip, running his tongue into the slit at the top and back down again. He sucks slowly at first then picks up speed, going deeper with each pull until it’s halfway in. The sight of his lips wrapped around my cock and the way his curls bounce with every bob of his head is indescribable.

His spit wets me to the root and I wonder how tight and warm his throat feels. Weaving my fingers through his curls, I hold both sides of his head and buck into his mouth, taking pleasure in the choking sound he makes.

“You filthy cockslut, looking so good on your knees with your mouth full,” I tease him. “Open up and take the whole thing down your throat.”

He shifts his mouth, moving his tongue to take me deeper as I thrust into him. Each drive brings me deeper, until I hit the back of his throat and hold him down. His throat convulses around me, sending jolts of euphoria down my spine.

“Good boy,” I sigh. He groans around my cock at the praise, and the vibrations have me closer to the edge than a blowjob should.

I let him up for air, but within seconds he plunges back down, swallowing me whole.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “That’s right, take it.” I hold his head down again, thrusting into him as he gags and chokes on me.

I wrap my hands around his throat, squeezing lightly. Judging by the way he fists my pants and groans, I’d say he likes being choked. It seems the possibilities of how I can defile my toy may be endless.

Our eyes lock, and I grin as tears stream down his face. They’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw him cry.

“You’re going to take every fucking drop of cum I feed you into that greedy, fresh mouth, cumslut. But don’t you dare swallow,” I order him as I feel myself reaching the end.

His cheeks puff up when I finish, with only a few drops escaping from the corner after I pull out. I swipe the strays up with my thumb and paint them over his pillow-soft, swollen red lips.

“Take those clothes off. You’re going to spit it into your hand, and fist your cock until you finish.”

The color drains from his face like he’s a scandalized maiden. It’s not like I asked him for super secret military codes.

Tutting in frustration, I lean forward and grab my shirt collar, pulling him close to me until we’re almost nose to nose.

“So my dirty little slut doesn’t mind giving his ass to a stranger in a public hallway where anyone can see…but you do mind jacking off for an audience of one? Are you playing prude with me, toy?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Be careful, Leo. I have no issue disciplining you on the first night for eye rolling. And God fucking help you if you swallow that cum in your mouth.”

His face is red, posture stiff, as he takes my shirt off and places it on the floor next to him. He looks away from me as he pushes my light gray boxer-briefs down to mid thigh. I notice the dark wet spot on them, and lick my lips at the thought of him turned on and leaking as I choked him.

He sits on his heels, giving me a good view of his body. He doesn’t have a six pack, but he’s lean, with wiry muscle. His skin is pale and smooth, the perfect canvas for all the welts, lashes,and bruises I plan to give him. With the exception of a birthmark by his collarbone. His dick is uncut and a couple inches shorter than my own, slightly curved to the left. It’ll do for the rare times I want to bottom.

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