Page 50 of Hero Worship

Fine. If he wanted to play, we'd play.

"Yeah?" I growled softly. "Been thinking about that all night? Dreaming about having my cock inside you?"

"Mmhmm," he murmured sleepily into the pillow, but I caught the way his pulse jumped when I grabbed his wrists.

My hands skimmed down their back, following the sharp lines of muscle I'd watched them hone in countless training sessions. I'd always appreciated their form analytically before, assessing strengths, noting patterns. Now I could finally admit how much I'd wanted to touch, to claim. Their skin was impossibly smooth under my palms.

"Never thought I'd want anyone like this," I admitted roughly, spreading my hands over their ass. "Never thought I'd want such a calculating tease at all. But you..." I leaned down, biting thecurve of their shoulder, needing to mark them. "You've made a monster out of me."

Xander just hummed, pushing their hips back slightly, offering themself up without breaking their pretense of sleep. The submission in the gesture made me want to take them apart slowly, make them feel everything I'd been holding back.

I traced a line down his spine with my tongue, tasting expensive body lotion and something uniquely him. Mine. The word pounded in my head with each heartbeat. My weapon, my warrior, my lover spread out beneath me like a feast. The sight of them like this, powerful and vulnerable all at once, made my heart race.

"You're going to lie there and take what I give you," I growled, spreading him open. Seeing them still loose and slick from last night made my cock painfully hard. "Since you want to pretend to be asleep so badly."

Without warning, I pushed two fingers inside him, watching them disappear into his heat. His answering sound was barely more than a sigh, hips lifting slightly but otherwise staying perfectly still. Just accepting, just taking. The trust in that surrender made something dark and possessive stir to life in my chest.

"That's it," I praised, crooking my fingers to hear another soft gasp. "Going to fuck you just like this. Keep you spread out under me until you're moaning for more." I leaned over him, covering his body with mine, letting him feel my cock hard against his ass. "Until everyone in those clubs can see exactly who you belong to."

A shiver ran through his whole body at the reminder of our mission, but his only response was to turn his face further into the pillow with a needy whimper. Still playing at sleep even as his body begged for more.

"Tell me what you need," I demanded, working them open slowly. "Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want."

Their only response was a soft moan, hips pushing back against my touch. The defiance in their continued act made heat pool in my gut.

"Playing difficult?" I growled, reaching for my tie. "Fine. If you want to pretend you can't speak..." I gathered their hair gently, carefully lifting their head to slip the silk between their lips. Their quiet moan as I secured it was definitely not sleepy anymore.

"Perfect," I breathed, running my hands down their spine, feeling the tension building in those powerful muscles even as they maintained their facade of surrender. "Now you really can't make a sound."

I withdrew my fingers, watching them clench around nothing. Their only protest was a tiny whimper behind the gag. I slicked myself thoroughly, positioning carefully. "Going to take you just like this. Nice and slow while you lie there and take it."

The head of my cock pressed against his entrance and I had to grip his hips hard to keep my control. Even now, he didn't move. He just lay there, accepting, waiting. Mine. I pushed in slowly, watching inches of my cock disappear into his willing body.

"Fuck," I groaned as I bottomed out. "You feel that? Feel how deep I am?" I ground my hips against his ass, making him feel every inch. His muffled moan was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. "Such a good baby, taking all of Daddy’s big cock without a single complaint."

I pulled back slowly, watching my cock drag against his rim, then slammed back in hard enough to drive a choked sound from behind the gag. "That's it," I purred, setting a brutal pace that belied my gentle tone. "Just lie there and take it. Show me how well I've trained you."

Each thrust pulled muffled whimpers from him now, but still he maintained his act. He kept his face pressed into the pillow, body loose and pliant beneath me even as his inner muscles clenched around my cock. The contrast between his deadly strength and this willing surrender made me wild.

"Look at you," I growled, snapping my hips harder. "My perfect weapon. Could kill a man twenty different ways without breaking a sweat." I leaned down, biting the nape of his neck. "But here you are, spreading your legs for me, letting me use that gorgeous body however I want."

His cock was hard and leaking against the sheets, but he didn't reach for it, didn't try to get friction. Just lay there, taking each punishing thrust with muffled moans that grew more desperate by the second. Such perfect control, even now. It made me want to break him completely.

"Bet you're close already." I took him in my fist, savoring the way his cock pulsed in my grip. "Gonna come just from this? Just from lying here letting me fuck you?"

His whole body shuddered, but still he didn't move, didn't speak. Just trembled beneath me as I stroked his cock in time with my thrusts. The silk of my tie was soaked with his saliva now, his muffled sounds growing more frantic.

"Come on," I demanded, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. "Show me how much you love being mine."

But instead of giving in, he maintained his act, keeping his face pressed into the pillow, his body relaxed despite the tremors I could feel running through his muscles. The stubborn display of control was starting to frustrate me. I slowed my thrusts to a torturous pace, letting go of his length completely.

"No, I don't think you get to come yet," I murmured, running my fingers lightly along his shaft, barely touching. "Not until you stop pretending. Not until you beg for it properly."

The muffled whine behind the gag was definitely frustrated now, but he still didn’t break.

"Such control," I praised, grinding deep but keeping my pace maddeningly slow. "All that training paying off. But we both know I can outlast you." I scraped my teeth along his shoulder. "I can keep you right here, right on the edge, for hours if I have to."

His cock twitched violently at that threat, another desperate sound escaping around the gag. I smiled against his skin, knowing I had him. "Remember all those endurance lessons? This is just another kind of training. Teaching you who you belong to."

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