Page 28 of Slayer

“I…”

“Answer me.” It's just a gentle swat, but he jumps like I've belted him.

“I can't want this,” he whines. “I don't know why I do.”

“Of course you do.”

His breath hitches as I pull back on his hair. “All good boys want this.”

“Yes, I do,” he confesses in sharp gasps.

“Such a precious treasure. I am a lucky man to have found you.” Shall I promise him the moon, or his sister's freedom if he stays? I'd let her go in a heartbeat to keep hearing the little moans he makes as I slip his pants down under his butt. I'd take care of his druggie mother for life to keep hearing the little squeak he makes as I pull his cock free of the fabric. My treasure is hard and weepy, grateful to have his length freed from the undies.

“You are perfect, my little treasure.” My hand strokes his cock while we watch in the mirror, planting kisses across his shoulder. Licking over the bite mark from last night has him moaning. Tearing the lube open with my teeth, I coat my fingers and slide them between the cleaves of his arse.

“Who knew my little treasure is such a cock whore?” I ask with a hoarse groan. From the first moment his eyes met mine, I knew. It was only Porter who was innocent to his desires and thank goodness. Who knows where he would have looked if he knew how badly he needed to be abused. Luckily for me, I've got to him first and I'm going to show him only the best. “I'm going to show you how only good boys can scream.”

He just gives a needy whimper back at me, not denying a thing. Craving his legs further apart, I hook his knee over my arm and grip the pole just below his own hands.

“Good boy. Now open that slutty hole for me.”

twenty-one

Porter

I'dmakesuchabad addict. I take after my mum when it comes to will power. Any normal person would be fighting tooth and nail to get away from the man holding them prisoner. Trying to escape from the man hiding their sister. Not me, I'm allcan I dance for youandplease tie me down and fuck me.His reputation tells me he wouldn't take no for an answer anyway, but then he looks at me like I'm the only one. I shouldn't try to rationalise things when I'm tied to a pole and mewing like a queen at his touch. His teeth graze my neck, under the collar that encases it. The pain as he bites is like a lightning bolt down to my cock.

“Good boys like pain too,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

“I'm a good boy,” I whimper.

“I know you are.” His fingers push deep, lifting me onto my toes as I try to escape the threat of release.

“Would you like more of my marks all over your body, so everyone knows who you belong to?” He asks me in a low whisper as I watch his face in the mirrors. The way his eyes light up at the idea has my cock ready to explode. It's not fair. I'm not his good boy. I'm his prisoner. After this weekend, his bruises are all I'll have left of him. But as his teeth close around my skin, I melt for him. Just like an addict who can only be strong when not faced with their addiction. This man is quickly becoming my addiction.

“Are you ready for me, treasure?”

“Uh, so ready.” My hands slide up and down the pole as I try to twist but he won't let me. His hand pulls the cable tie, pulling my arms above my head, pinning my body still as he sinks his cock inside. I lean back into him as I get my fix, finding the high and riding it all the way as his cock slips in and out. My breath falls in time with the slap of bare skin as this man becomes the centre of my world. Everything is spiralling as he takes me hard and fast, hitting my prostate with soul destroying precision. I'd confess all my sister's dirty little secrets if I knew them just to keep this man inside me longer. My release is mind blowing. We're not doing anything I've not done before, but the emotional connection between us is undeniable.

“Messy slut,” Knox grunts, his cock pulses inside and his warmth fill me. “God, I can't get enough of you.”

He peppers kisses across my shoulders, his arms are the only things holding me upright. As he lets us sink, my knees give out, but he doesn't let me fall.

“You're such a pretty mess.” He sits with me leaning against him, no attempt to cover either of our bodies; not that he is as naked as I am.

“When you're ready, I'll take you back upstairs. I have to pop back to work for an hour so you can have a nap before dinner.”

There it is. The hard-nosed mafia boss who casts me aside after taking what he wants. Yet, just like an addict in search of their next fix, I long for him to want me. I'm no better than my mum.

“Porter?”

“Yes, fine. Leave me.” I snap my words quickly in the hope of hiding my feelings, but I realise after how it must sound.

“Talk to me, Porter. I need to know what's going on in your mind.”

“I'm fine. I just need to rest.” My hands try to move, but I'm unable to wipe my eyes. That doesn't stop me from giving them a frustrated wriggle. “God, stop. Just let me go upstairs.”

“Not until you tell me what's going through that pretty head of yours.”

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