Page 38 of Unhinged Little Angel

Salvatore barks out a laugh.

“You’ll still be the same fiery, violent, unhinged little angel you’ve always been. You’ll just be less tired.”

My shoulders sag a little. I have to admit, that sounds nice. But it also sounds like a hopeful, empty promise. I can let him fight for me, but I can’t get too used to it. That’s a fair compromise to make with myself, isn’t it?

“Salvatore?” I cant my hips and rasp his name.

“Yes, Angioletto?”

“Make me suck your cock.”

SALVATORE

I’ve been kneading his soft, perky ass cheeks, but my hands go still and my cock throbs.

“You want me to force you to your knees and make you feel helpless, Angel?” I scrape my teeth over the lace covering his swollen, aching cock and it jerks eagerly. “You want to choke on how out of my mind horny I’ve been for you since the first time I watched you grab a man by the wrist and bring him to his knees with fire in your eyes and a snarl on your beautiful lips?”

He nods slowly, the heat in his eyes smoldering and his cock spasming again while the rest of his expression sets into that mask of defiance I’ve jerked off to so many times I’ve lost count. Maybe some people wouldn’t understand how Dante could go from being on the verge of a panic attack over his own perceived weakness to wanting to be forced to submit, but I get it. There’s no weakness in choosing to submit, but he has to see that for himself.

“Oh, and we only have, like, fifteen minutes before my break is technically over, so hurry up or you’re going to spend the rest of my shift with blue balls.” He gives me a cheeky smile and starts to take a step back.

I’m out of my seat in a flash, tangling my fingers in his hair and yanking him back roughly. His head jerks and a breathy gasp parts his crimson lips.

“You remember your safeword?” I know he does, but the reminder never hurts, especially before getting a little rough. I drag my free hand down the length of his corset, imagining stripping it off of him later and spreading him out stark naked in my bed. When I reach his cock, I wrap my fingers around it a little too tightly. He rewards me with a whimper. He tries to nod, but I tighten my grip. “Words, Angel. Say, ‘yes, Sir.’”

I snake my tongue along the warm, wet seam of his parted lips and he snaps his teeth, grazing the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck you,” he hisses, gnashing his teeth again.

I pull back in time to avoid another bite, the taste of copper lingering in my mouth from the first one, and my heart races with excitement.

“The only thing getting fucked tonight is that bratty mouth of yours. I’m sure it’ll be a hardship for you to be too busy choking on my cock to spew any of those charming insults and profanities.”

He squirms against the hold I have on him, and I let a slow smirk pull across my lips. I take my hand off of his cock and wrap it around his throat instead, loosely, just enough to feel every swallow and the vibration of his quiet gasping sounds against my palm.

“Don’t touch me.” Dante shoves lightly against my chest, stumbling over his own feet as I spin towards the couch.

“You can’t fool me, Angioletto. You’ve wanted this as long as I have.”

The click of his tongue against his teeth isn’t part of the roleplay at all. Even with his cock drooling in his panties and his eyes begging me to be even rougher with him, he still wants to pretend that this is one-sided. Beautiful, infuriating, stubborn brat.

“Lie to yourself all you want.” I walk him backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch, and I sink my teeth into his earlobe. “But I know the signs of a brat begging for attention. Did you ever go home after a shift and wrap your hand around your lonely cock, imagining what it would feel like if I finally had enough of your mouthing off?”

He nods and then catches himself and shakes his head. I chuckle, kissing and biting my way along his jaw. His skin is nice and smooth now, the stubble from the last few days gone, leaving the minty scent of my aftershave in its place.

“Were you hoping I’d spank you to put you in your place?” I shake my head before he even responds. “No, that’s not what you were looking for.” I move my grip from his throat to his jaw, turning his head towards me so I can look in his eyes, so I can see those pouty, snarling lips of his. “This is what you wanted, you just couldn’t admit it, even to yourself. You want to pretend that you don’t want it to take your power back from all the men who’ve made you feel like you’re nothing but a fuck toy.”

“Is a psychology lecture about my twisted kink supposed to be a punishment or are you trying to run out the clock because you’re afraid you won’t be able to perform when you’re under so much pressure?”

Laughter rumbles in my throat and I push Dante onto the couch. The sounds of the club are muffled by the door, easy to ignore over his ragged breathing and the clank of my belt buckle as I undo it with one hand. I slip my other hand down the front of Dante’s top to tease a pierced nipple between my fingers, tugging and pinching, watching the tick of his jaw and the rebellion in his eyes as he fights against the pleasured moans and whimpers building inside of him.

I pull my cock free, my eyes locking on his pursed lips. My base throbs and pulses with the building pressure of wanting to be buried deep inside of him. I want to feel his surrender in the way his mouth goes slack around me, in the strokes of his tongue along the thick veins lining my shaft.

“It’s okay to admit you want it,” I taunt him, squeezing just below the head of my cock and dragging it over his lips like lipstick, leaving streaks of my precum glistening against the velvety red. “I can see how hard you are, Angel.”

His hands are balled into fists at his sides, his cock visibly straining in those pretty panties of his. He narrows his eyes in a challenging glare, refusing to say a word. I pinch his nipple harder, twisting the barbell just a little, and his lips part on agasp. I shove my cock between them with a triumphant moan. For a second, he seems to forget our game, forget that he wants to pretend not to like it. His eyelashes flutter and the tension in his face goes slack, his tongue laving hungrily over my cockhead. He makes a muffled sound that vibrates down my shaft and settles in my heavy, tightening balls, and he sinks down another few inches, sucking me into the wet heat of his mouth.

“Now there’s a good boy,” I groan, letting my head loll back and snapping my hips forward.

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