Page 28 of Letters to Satan

“You… you, I’m yours… yours.” I growl and slide my arms underneath his body, lifting him off the desk while I’m still speared deep inside him.

“Whoownsyou, little prince?”

“You do,” he wails as I move him up and down my cock.

“That’s right, I do. And if I want to use you like a cock sleeve and fuck you until you’re stretched and full, I’ll do it. This hole? It’s mine.” His head falls back like he’s too weak to keep it up, trusting me to hold him as I use him. Our skin slaps together in loud claps, sweat beading on my forehead and trickling down my temples.

Every slide of his warm body has me toeing closer to the line, and half of me is tempted to give in to what both of us want. But the other half—the more disciplined one—knows that he hasn’t paid for the minutes he kept me waiting.

His intention was obvious when he did it. He wanted to provoke me… wanted the punishment. It’s not like I couldn’t hear him in the hallway, killing time just to be a brat. I turn and press him against the wall, his head thunking back as I fuck him harder, wedging his cock between us.

“Fuck, Nik, fuck you feel so good,” he moans, and he’s so tight I can feel it as he clenches around me, ready to blow. Forcing my brain to override my body, I wait until the last second and deny him one final time. I pull out, leaving him suspended in my arms, his needy hole pulsing around nothing.

“No!” Voice cracking, his tail lashes out, lassoing my waist and trying to tug me closer.

“Have we learned our lesson yet?”

“Yes,” he sobs.

“Yes,what?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I snarl and growl as I lean in to capture his lips, carrying him back to the desk. His feet hit the floor as I flip him around and bend him over, white-knuckling the edge of the desktop to brace himself as I thrust into him.

Back arching, he meets my every thrust as the slick sounds of our bodies meeting fills the entire room. I need him in a way I’ve never experienced… need to be so deep that we can never be separated. It’s all-consuming, and I grab his hips and lift them off the ground, trying to get deeper.

He scrambles for balance as his chest falls against the desk, and I bury myself, giving in to the pull of his body while his feet hang before me. I want to be under his skin and in his very blood… for there to be no way to tell where I end and he begins.

“Who’s my good little cock sleeve?” I fuck him hard enough to make him call out, watching the bounce of his pert ass as it ripples.

Muscles in his back flex as he squirms in my grip, his voice a series of gasps. “I am… I’m your good little hole. Please, Nik,please. I’m nothing but a hole for you.”

“That’s right, you’remyhole. Does my hole want me to use it?”

“Use me, Daddy, please,” he moans as he flexes around me. “Fill me... mark me.” Even worked open and loose, he’s so tight that his every reaction is amplified, squeezing and contracting along my cockas I drive into him. Timid, he dances on this line once again, unsure if I’ll allow him to finish or not.

Just the way I like him.

“Nik… oh, fuck, Nik…” He chants my name as the contractions around my cock get faster, more powerful, and then his thighs tremble as he sucks in a deep breath and holds it, body shaking. His hole tightens as the air is punched from his lungs, and he comes with so much force that it sprays through the fabric of his panties, painting the top of my desk.

The sounds he makes are feral, completely obscene, and so satisfying I could sustain myself indefinitely off them.

“That’s my good little prince.” I stop holding back, my fingers digging pits into his hips. My body is so tight, my insides are twisted into knots, my toes and fingers curled into talons as the pressure builds to breaking. All at once, relief crashes through me in a wave, and I roar as I slam forward, bottoming out inside him as my cock jerks with my release.

I hold him there, listening to his keening mewls, as pleasure like I’ve never known almost brings me to my knees.

After the initial blinding waves roll through my body, I give a few steady pumps as I savor the rest of my orgasm. Damien is a whimpering mess spread out on the desk, still speared on my cock and at my mercy. My chest rises in a few deep breaths as I calm my racing heart, letting reality set in once again.

Once I place his feet on the ground, I pull out and kneel behind him, enamored as I watch streams of cum leak out of his abused hole.

Myhole.

I scoop some of my cum onto two fingers and gently push it inside him, and his soft moans are laced in exhaustion.

“I came all over the naughty list,” he rasps, and I huff a deep laugh at the way his body is melted over the surface. He’s boneless and unwilling to move as he flops there, breath labored and skin clammy with sweat. I press a line of kisses up his spine and then scoop him up, taking him through a door no one but me is permitted to enter.

Chapter 10

Damien

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