Page 57 of Sypher

But I wasn’t in charge.

In that moment, the chilling truth dawned on me—I was never in charge.

From the moment I laid eyes on him at school, my overwhelming desire for him consumed my every thought, preventing me from recognizing the complete dominance he exerted over every aspect of my existence. From the activities we engaged in, the things we viewed, to the intimate moments we shared. I freely and consciously yielded to his wishes andcontrol, placing myself under his authority without reservation. From the very first night we were together, he gave me exactly what I desperately needed and desired, and in that moment, I completely capitulated to him, a surrender that he instantly recognized and understood.

My eyes widened in shock as his wicked grin, directed down at me, sent a jolt of shock and surprise through me.

“Now you understand.”

I slowly nodded.

“Good, because when I punish you, I want you to know who you fucking belong to.”

“You. I belong to you.”

“Not entirely, but you will,” he sneered, then ordered, “Hands behind your back and open your fucking pie hole.”

As he advanced half a step towards me, I found myself obeying his instructions, completely captivated and speechless with anticipation. Much to my pleasant surprise, he gathered a clump of my light-colored hair in his hand and then, unexpectedly, slammed his fist against the wall. Even the slightest movement, a fraction of an inch, caused an excruciating pull and intense pain, rendering further movement impossible. I was truly and thoroughly pinned down solely for his pleasure.

“Let’s see how well you swallow,” he said right before he jammed his big cock down my throat. Despite the gagging that overcame me, my hands remained fixed behind my back and thus he was able to continue pressing. I couldn’t contain my moan when the tip of his cock slid into my throat.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he buried my nose in his dark, soft hair, the scent of sandalwood and clean skin filling my senses.

“Swallow,” he demanded.

I did, eagerly. He was so hard it actually hurt. The lack of air caused my head to swim and a suffocating pressure filledmy chest. With a desperate struggle for breath, tears blurred my vision, prompting me to blink rapidly in an effort to see his face without turning my head, only to have the front door suddenly open.

Desperate to move, Danny’s grip kept me immobilized as his thick shaft restricted the passage of air at the back of my throat.

“Get. Out,” Danny growled roughly when his brother entered, gasping and sputtering.

“Fucking hell,” the man groaned, backing out of the apartment, yelling. “You are moving out. Today!”

The moment Ace closed the door with force, Danny abruptly withdrew his cock, leaving me gasping and struggling to breathe. A string of saliva connected my lips to his engorged cock, which was now slick with moisture. Then he was in my mouth again, fucking my face.

I hummed softly while swirling around his girthy member.

I blinked furiously, fighting the tears that blurred my vision, desperate to see his expression.

It was fast and dirty as the air vibrated with the sounds of his grunting, a guttural rhythm punctuated by my own stifled moans. Anticipating his sweet release, I let out a disappointed whimper as he withdrew, grabbed my neck and forced me to my feet.

“If you really want this, then you will follow me. If not, never come back.”

He then turned around and walked down the long hall, disappearing into a room.

I stood there shaking like a leaf in the wind. I needed to decide, and fast. He knew I needed him. I couldn’t find my daughter without him. Yet, the thought of never seeing him again, to never hold him, talk to him, was something I wasn’t willing to risk. My heart raced as I remembered all our times together. He was mine. I belonged to him. There wasn’t aDante without a Danny anymore. He was everything I wanted and desired in this world, and I refused to go through this life without him.

Looking around the apartment nervously, it didn’t take me long to decide, because when I stepped inside the same room, he looked directly at me and said the one thing that unleashed a hidden desire so deep it burst forward and had me instantly cumming in my pants.

“Good boy.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sypher

July 22, 2024, New York City,

After that fateful day when Dante walked back into my life, I didn’t waste time before buying my own place, because there was no fucking way in hell I would ever allow my brother to walk in on us again. Once was bad enough. As it was, Ace still couldn’t look me in the eyes.

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