Page 27 of Letters to Satan

“Come here, Damien.” He snarls and crosses his arms over his chest, refusing, and I slide my eyes over his delicious, lithe body. “If you don’t listen, we’ll be forced to start over.”

Arms still crossed and tail twitching in agitation, he makes a show of his displeasure as he stomps over to stand in front of me. My fingers dig into his hips as I spin him, running my palm over the handprint burning red on his ass and giving it another tap. I tug him into my lap, eyes rolling back in my head at the sensation of my cock rubbing against him.

A soft moan climbs from his lips as I roll up into him, and I bind my arm around his torso, pulling him back until he’s laying against my chest.

“Put your feet on my knees.” I reach in a drawer for a bottle of lube, and this time, he listens, drawing his legs up and letting his body slouch, tail drooping to the ground.

I yank his knees apart, spreading him wide open. “That door isn’t locked,” I mutter in his ear as I lick up the slope of his neck. “Anyone could come in here and watch you getting fucked. How does that make you feel?”

He whimpers and spreads his legs even further, and I chuckle as his cock flexes against his panties. “Good boy,” I purr as I flick the lid of the lube open and move it to his hole.

“Oh, shit,” he gasps as I push the tip inside him and squeeze, letting the slick liquid fill his ass. I toss the bottle aside as I bite at his ear.

“Do you feel it dripping out of you?”

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, his hips trying to arch into the air.

“Get used to that, Damien… that slow drip out of your pretty little hole. It’s going to be your permanent state of existence around me.” My hand skates down the front of his body until I reach his soaked hole, slipping one finger inside him easily.

There’s an obscene, wetschlickas I thrust into him, and he moans as I work a second finger past his rim. “This is when you came in your pants last time, little prince. You’re going to have to take more of me tonight, though.”

His blonde curls muss against my pecs as he nods, and I slide in and out of his hole. He clenches, gripping me as I finger-fuck him. Loud, wailing moans leave his throat as I curl my fingers and sink inside his heat, finding his prostate as he writhes in my lap. My arm binds him tighter as he squirms, attempting to fuck himself on my hand.

“You are such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I murmur in his ear as I press a third finger against his hole. “So fucking hungry for my cock.”

Lube slicks his skin and mine as I stretch him, obsessed with the way his body yields for me. Once all three fingers slip past his rim, I pull out before thrusting back in. He wails as his cock strains against his soaked panties, the fabric shiny with his pre-cum.

Knuckle deep, I hold there for a few seconds while he whimpers and tries to move, begging with both his words and his body. The muscles in his thighs shake, his limbs shivering with the fullness. I withdraw until my fingers are barely inside him before driving forward again, and he cries my name so loudly, I know it’s bouncing down the hallways.

Anyone outside could hear him at my mercy.

I want them to hear.

Want them to know he’s mine.

Again and again, I thrust into him, and he clenches around me as his cock tenses, hard as granite under his lace. A strained shout is forced from between his teeth, then I pull out of him and pin him in place as he sobs. His hips jerk as he tries to send himself over the edge, arms pinned against him as he thrashes.

I chuckle in his ear, enjoying the way he squirms. “Two.”

“Nik, please let me,” he whines, still trying to thrust as more of his thick pre-cum beads through his underwear, rolling down his length. “Please, I learned my lesson.”

“Oh, I very much doubt that,” I murmur. “You knew the consequences of being late.”

“Please.” He whips his head around to stare at me with wide, wild eyes, and I dig my fingers into his blonde curls and crush his lips to mine. This kiss is hungry,starving, full of lips and teeth and tongues, and when I trust he won’t come from a single touch, I loosen my hold on his body.

“Get on the desk and show me that loose, needy hole.” His eyes are hooded as his head lulls and his gaze meets mine, looking almost drunk with his need. When he doesn’t move fast enough for me, I stand and pick him up, placing him on top of the desk with another kiss. “Lay back and spread yourself out for me.”

He falls onto his back, papers and pens scattering as I grab his thighs and yank him to the edge of the desktop. I push his knees, exposing his opened hole to me.

“Such a fucking beautiful little slut.” I slide my thumb around his thong, slipping inside him as he moans. “So wet and ready for Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes, please, I need it,” he whines, and I grin at his submission as I reach down and unzip my pants, working my aching cock through the fly. The lube creaks as I open it a second time, pressing the tip of the bottle into his hole and squeezing again.

Clear liquid slides out of him as he breathes in stuttered exhales, and then with no warning, I line us up and shove myself all the way inside.

Body jolting from the impact, he's keening—wailing and crying and cursing—as I wrap my hands around his hips and slam into him again. He’s warm and tight, mouth sagged open and eyes fluttering closed as his tail twitches like it doesn’t know what to do. “You’re so fucking big,” he breathes out as I lean forward, hooking his knees with my elbows and folding him in half as I fuck him harder.

I inch closer until we’re nose to nose. “Who do you belong to?”

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