Page 91 of City of Secrets and Shadows
I withdrew slightly, giving him a moment to breathe. His lips were slick and reddened, a trail of saliva connecting them to my cock. The sight was more arousing than anything I’d ever seen.
“Had enough?” I taunted.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, that familiar arrogance returning. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Before I could respond, he leaned forward again, taking me into his mouth with such sudden enthusiasm that I nearly lost my balance.
“Fuck,” I hissed, watching as he hollowed his cheeks, one hand now wrapped around the base of my cock, the other still gripping my thigh.
He made a sound — half protest, half moan — that vibrated around my cock and sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I guided his movements with the hand in his hair, setting a rhythm that had him struggling to breathe around my length.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
His eyes flicked up, meeting mine. Tears gathered at the corners from the strain, yet there was defiance there still — and unmistakable hunger. Those eyes that had looked at me with contempt for so long now gazed up at me with his lips stretched around my cock. The sight was more intoxicating than any wine and I pushed deeper into his throat.
He tried to pull back at that, but I held him firmly in place.
“No, you don’t get to stop now,” I growled. “Not when you’re taking it so well.”
Septimus made a sound that might have been anger or arousal — probably both — and took me deeper than before. His technique was enthusiastic, and the sight of his proud face with my cock disappearing between his lips was almost enough to finish me then and there.
“Gods,” I groaned, watching his lips stretch wider. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you? All that talk about demon filth, and here you are, choking on my cock.”
He made a noise of protest that only vibrated around my length, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. His fingersdug harder into my thighs, leaving marks I knew would bruise by morning. Good. I wanted the reminder of this moment.
I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine, my rhythm becoming more erratic. “I’m going to come down your throat,” I warned him, voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, something dangerous flashed in his gaze as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. The challenge was clear even without words — he wouldn’t back down, not even from this.
My grip in his hair tightened as my control frayed. The wet heat of his mouth, the sight of his proud face debased by my cock, the knowledge that this was Septimus — the man who’d looked at me with nothing but contempt — it all crashed over me at once.
“Fuck,” I growled, my hips stuttering forward as release hit me like a blow from a war hammer, crashing through me as I spilled down his throat. I kept my eyes locked on his, refusing to let him look away as he swallowed reflexively, again and again. A small trickle escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin.
When the last pulses subsided, I loosened my grip on his hair but didn’t release him completely. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving as he pulled back slightly, my cock slipping from between his swollen lips.
“Good,” I murmured, using my thumb to wipe away the evidence from his chin. “Very good.”
He said nothing, just stared up at me with an unreadable expression. His own arousal was evident, straining against his breeches. I reached down, offering my hand.
“Get up.”
“Is that what you wanted?” he rasped, voice hoarse from the abuse. “To degrade me?”
I tucked myself away, my breathing still uneven. “Fuck yes, and don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”
I shoved him back against the wall, dragging his hard cock from his breeches, and gripping it tightly. His cock was thick and hard in my hand, pulsing with need. I squeezed, watching his face contort with pleasure and frustration.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenged, stroking him roughly. “Tell me to stop.”
Septimus’s head fell back against the wall, teeth clenched, a battle raging behind those steel eyes. “I fucking hate you,” he gasped, hips jerking forward into my grip.
“That’s not what I asked,” I said, slowing my pace to an agonizing crawl. “Do you want me to stop?”
A groan tore from his throat. “No,” he admitted, the word seeming to cost him something precious. “Don’t stop.”
Victory surged through me, sweeter than any I’d tasted in the arena. I increased my pace, watching his composure crumble with each stroke. The proud Septimus, coming undone by my hand in a blood-soaked alley. He groaned as my hand closed around him, his head falling back against the wall with a thud. I stroked him roughly, watching his face contort with pleasure and shame. His cock was impressive — thick and hard in my palm, the head already slick with need.
“Look at you,” I growled, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp. “So eager after sucking my cock. Is this what you’ve been wanting all this time?”
