Page 9 of A Mistake of Identity
Ellis dropped between Gabriel’s spread thighs, trying to make the movement look practiced despite his racing heart. The lace pulled tight as he settled into position, scratching against oversensitive skin. A hand ran through his short hair before grasping it tightly, sending pinpricks of pain across his scalp. Ellis mentally cursed himself for slacking on getting a haircut. He hated being held like this, hated how it made him feel. Vulnerable. Out of control. Like a puppet on strings.
Gabriel’s other hand touched his face, thumb brushing over the concealed bruise with deliberate pressure that made Ellis’ breath catch. The dull throb reminded him of Donovan’s earlier grip, but Gabriel’s touch was different—possessive rather than punishing.
“Let’s see how that pretty mouth looks wrapped around my cock, shall we?” Gabriel met and held Ellis’ gaze with an intensity that made his stomach flip. Ellis tried to nod, but the hand in his hair tightened, holding him completely still. His own racing pulse echoed in his ears as he forced himself to maintain eye contact, years of experience barely keeping his expression willing and eager.
“Yes, sir,” he managed, the words coming out in a husky whisper he didn’t recognize. Ellis raised steady hands and unbuttoned Gabriel’s slacks, the fine fabric soft beneath his fingers. He withdrew the man’s cock, his professional mask slipping as his pulse jumped. Not the largest he’d seen, but thick enough to make his jaw ache, long enough to make him worry about taking it deeper. The kind of cock that would leave him feeling it for days.
The hand in his hair suddenly yanked back, the sharp pain drawing a gasp from his lips as Gabriel forced his gaze upward. The man’s predatory smile made Ellis’ cock jump, the lace now soaked with precum where it trapped him. Gabriel guided his cock to Ellis’ parted lips, the heavy weight of it on his tongue making his own arousal throb in response.
The lace had become a torment of its own, rough against his sensitive flesh with every slight movement. Each harsh tug on his hair sent jolts straight to his confined cock, making him squirm against the fabric that now felt more like a cage than clothing. The mix of pain and pleasure left him dizzy, professional detachment crumbling as his body betrayed just how much he was affected by Gabriel’s casual dominance.
Gabriel’s grip tightened, and the sharp pain bloomed across Ellis’ scalp, sending another wave of heat straight to his trapped cock. The lace was soaked now, clinging to him like a second skin, the wet fabric adding a layer of sensation that had him fighting not to squirm. His thighs trembled with the effort of staying still, every nerve ending alive with a need he wasn’t supposed to feel.
“Suck, little bird, show me those years of practice.” Gabriel forced Ellis’ head down suddenly, the thick length of him hitting the back of Ellis’ throat without warning. He gagged, unprepared, hands flying to Gabriel’s thighs to steady himself.
On the second thrust, Ellis was ready, throat relaxing to take Gabriel deeper. The grip in his hair tightened impossibly further, and Ellis’ cock jerked in response, the rough lace dragging against sensitive flesh. This wasn’t supposed to affect him like this—he was a professional, experienced. He didn’t get hard from clients manhandling him.
Gabriel’s soft moan sent an unexpected shiver down Ellis’ spine. “That’s it, petit oiseau. You’re doing so well.” Then,without warning, Gabriel forced him all the way down, holding him there as his lungs began to burn.
Ellis’ fingers twitched against expensive pants as he fought to stay calm. Breath play had been on the list—Gabriel would let him up soon. But seconds stretched endlessly, and his vision started to blur. His chest heaved uselessly, desperate for air. Panic rose as he tapped Gabriel’s thigh, then began slapping it harder when the man didn’t release him. Black spots danced at the edges of his vision, and for the first time in years, real fear gripped him. He was going to die here, on his knees in this fancy house, still wearing cheap lace panties like some twisted joke.
Hell of a gravestone marker that’d be.
Just as darkness started creeping in, Gabriel released him. Ellis pulled back violently, gasping as air rushed into his burning lungs. Spit dripped onto the carpet between harsh breaths.
“So beautiful.” Gabriel’s voice was almost gentle as he stroked Ellis’ tear-streaked cheek. “So good for me.”
Ellis did not feel beautiful. He felt wrecked—head spinning, throat raw, body trembling. But worst of all was his cock, still achingly hard beneath the sodden lace, twitching at Gabriel’s praise like it was being personally addressed. He found himself leaning into that surprisingly tender touch, eyes fluttering, craving more even as his chest still heaved for air.
The realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. This wasn’t just another client using him. He was enjoying this—wanting this. His throbbing cock was proof, betraying how much Gabriel’s mix of brutality and praise affected him. Ellis had learned the hard way that the clients who made you feel special were the most dangerous. They were the ones who could break you if you let them in.
Ellis would not be broken.
The thought had barely formed when Gabriel hauled him to his feet by his hair. Ellis instinctively grabbed Gabriel’s wrist, a flash of defiance making him try to ease the brutal grip. The lace dragged against his cock as he was yanked upright, the sensation drawing an unwanted gasp from his lips.
He really needed to get his hair cut. And out of the lace.
Gabriel dragged him to the massive bed, shoving his chest down onto the plush surface. One large hand gripped the scruff of Ellis’ neck, pinning him in place while he balanced precariously on the balls of his feet. Before he could find his footing, Gabriel’s foot kicked his legs apart.
The position left him splayed and exposed, the thin lace string cutting between his cheeks, the front soaked and clinging to his still-hard cock. The humiliation burned deeper knowing Gabriel stood over him still fully clothed, only his cock exposed.
Ellis had been bent over furniture more times than he could count. Had been arranged and displayed and used in every way imaginable. Years of selling himself had taught him every trick, every response clients wanted to see or hear. He knew how to fake enthusiasm, how to make the right sounds, how to keep himself detached while giving them exactly what they paid for.
But his body was betraying him. Each time Gabriel’s controlling touch landed on his skin, real pleasure sparked through him instead of the practiced nothing he relied on. The firm grip on his neck, holding him down like an unruly pet, made his pulse race with need instead of the indignation he tried to cling to. His cock throbbed against the confining lace as Gabriel’s other hand traced the edge of the thong where it stretched across his hip.
His attempts at rationalization shattered as Gabriel’s fingers, slick with warmed lube, pulled the thin string roughly aside. The cheap lace protested the treatment, threatening to snap under the force. The sudden exposure made Ellis shiver,but Gabriel didn’t remove the thong entirely—leaving him in the degrading position of being fucked while still wearing the lingerie.
Gabriel’s fingers pressed into him without warning, the sudden intrusion forcing a sharp exhale from him that was definitely not feigned. Gabriel’s fingers pumped into him with businesslike efficiency, scissoring with the sole intent to stretch. Ellis tried to maintain some semblance of control, to pretend this was just another transaction, but his body yielded eagerly to every thrust.
This was fine. This was normal.
Just another client, just another night.
Except his trembling legs betrayed the lie. The tight ball of arousal in his gut wasn’t faked for a client’s ego. When Gabriel brushed roughly against his prostate, Ellis’ moan was genuine, his thighs vibrating with the strain of remaining in position and raw need. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing back onto those long fingers as Gabriel continued to work him open, chasing a pleasure he wasn’t supposed to want.
“When was your last testing?” Gabriel’s voice was casual as if he wasn’t currently knuckle-deep in Ellis’ ass.
“A few months ago,” Ellis replied, proud that his voice remained steady despite Gabriel crooking his fingers at the exact wrong moment.
