Page 17 of Mafie Trials

I don’t know how it happens but all too soon, we are grappling on my bathroom floor. I get on top of him and get a solid punch into his jaw as I straddle him. I pull back as he spits blood on the floor next to us, and I pause.

I don’t want to hit him, that will never be enough for how I’m feeling. I want to use him. I want to punish him like he punished Evie. And I can see it in his eyes as our gazes lock, that’s exactly what he needs too.

“Hit me again,” he says, his eyes begging me to punish him. But I know Damien, and punishing him doesn’t work. He needs to see it,feelit. It’s the only way he can let it go.

I back off of him, and he makes no attempt to move. I stare down at him, my best friend, my broken lover, and it’s at that moment, I know what we both need.

“Take your pants off,” I command him. His gaze flashes with a challenge. He might be the one in control most of the time, but every good Dom knows it’s important to switch roles and explore the dynamics.

He sits up and slides them off, obeying even though it’s obvious he doesn’t really want to. When he attempts to stand, I put my hand on his head. “Oh no you don’t, that’s where you stay. You wanted to act like you’re better than us, then you have to beg to get back on our level.”

He doesn’t look up at me, but I see his shoulders sag in defeat. He knows what he said and did was wrong. This is how he will make up for it.

Slowly, I unwrap the towel around my waist, my cock hard as nails already after seeing Damien on his knees. If I thought I enjoyed the sight of Evie giving him the most punishing blowjob of his life, this is so much better.

Without asking, Damien takes my length in his hand. I know he knows just what to do, and that’s the reason I give for the insane surge of precum that leaks from my dick.

My cock has been on the verge of exploding for days now. I attempt to convince myself it has nothing to do with Evie rubbing her ass against me in her sleep. And I refuse to admit that I almost came in my pants more than once when her hand slid over my piercing. I’m on edge and this is exactly what I need to get all this pent-up frustration out.

The tension in my body begs to be released. When Damien slides my cock into his mouth, circling the tip and flicking my piercing with his tongue, I let loose a pitiful moan. I watch him carefully as his lips tug up in approval, but this isn’t for him to enjoy.

I thread my long fingers through his hair and force him to take every inch of me in one jerk. As more precum surges against the back of his throat, I hold him there for my enjoyment. My pleasure. I want to erase the pressure the last few days have caused. I’m desperate to grab onto some sense of relief.

Damien sucks and licks, jerking his hand in the most delicious way that has my knees nearly buckling, but this isn’t how I want to come. Right when I’m at the edge, I pull him off of me.

“Be a good boy and go get on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees and your head resting on the headboard.”

He moves to stand, but I’m still holding him by the hair. “Crawl,” I say, my voice showcasing just how serious I am. I’m not making this easy for him. If he fucks with our girl, he’s going to grovel a little more than a quick lick of my dick.

For a moment, I think he’s going to get up and tell me to go fuck myself. The hard set of his jaw tells me he might not be ready for what I’m about to do. But I know better, I know this man better than I know myself.

“Are you going to earn it? Are you going to be my good boy? Or am I going to have to tie you down like a bad one?” I repeat the threat he gave to Evie when it came to her punishment, knowing it will hit him. I have no issue tying him up and refusing to let him cum. Honestly, it’s really what he deserves.

But then he sinks back down, and I watch as he lowers himself onto his hands and crawls to my bed. His ass swaying with each movement. I force myself to look away strictly because I will not let myself come right here solely because of how good that man's ass looks.

I take a moment to lean on the counter, letting him wait. I want him to sweat this out. I take a few deep breaths and calm my nerves. I’ve never done any of this before, but like the computer nerd I am, I’m also a researcher. I’ve read up on everything Damien enjoys after he shared his list of limits with me when this all started between us. I’m still working on mine, but I know one thing we are both willing to consent to.

Orgasm control.

When I walk into my room, I take a mental picture because I never want to forget this moment. Damien is full of my art. Only mine. I take a minute to walk around him, trailing my fingers down each piece I created, each scar I patched over. Now, it’s his turn to patch over mine.

“Let’s go over the rules,” I begin, and he nods. “You will not come until I tell you to. You will not move unless I tell you to. You will not touch yourself without permission.” I circle him again, wanting to build the anticipation of what I think will come to be my favorite part. “And when I allow it, once you’ve given me every drop of yourself, you will sit perfectly still and be perfectly silent as I continue to touch you. For however long I want.”

He looks up at me then, and I finally see what I’ve been waiting for three days for.Regret.

“Do you consent?” I ask, giving him the freedom to negotiate.

After a moment, I see the determination. “Yes.”

“What’s your safe word, baby?” That’s the most important thing I’ve read about. Everyone deserves an out. If this is too much, or becomes too much, I’ll still forgive him. But I want to see what he can take.

“Vanilla,” he says with a smirk.

I feel the corner of my lip lift in response. Fuck, this is exactly what we need.

I grab a bottle of lube from my drawer before getting on the bed behind him. The lube contains a warming agent that’s amplified if you blow on it. As I admired Damien's body I saw how painfully hard his giant dick was.

I put a small amount of lube in my hand before reaching around to stroke him. He groans as my fingers play with his slit. I make sure to work all the way down, adding some of it to his balls as well. I lean down and kiss his back as he begins to pant heavily, his dick jerks in my hand.

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