Chapter 15 The Perfect Little Sub
Cedric’s skin prickled with gooseflesh, the room’s cool air licking at the sweat still drying along his spine.
His wrists strained against the silk scarves knotted to the headboard, a dull burn pulsing beneath each knot.
Every breath scraped his throat raw, yet electricity thrummed under his ribs, half terror, half want. He flexed his hips restlessly; his cock, flushed dark and slick at the tip, slapped his stomach with a wet sound that made him flush hotter.
This was starting to suck. He was getting a little tired of having to beg this ruthless, selfish man for pleasure, and his irritation was starting to show.
Nights of turning tricks had taught him to measure control in inches of give-and-take, but tonight he felt every millimetre slipping through his fingers.
Impatience spiked, sharpening his tongue. “If you’re going to fuck me, the. Do it,” he snapped toward the foot of the bed, where Gianni stood, his big, powerful arms folded over the wide expanse of charcoal silk. “Or cut me loose and let me finish myself.”
Gianni’s dark brows lifted, scarred knuckles drumming slowly against his own forearm. “Listen to the mouth on you,” he murmured, his voice as smooth as whiskey, Thought I taught it better uses.”
Cedric’s pulse thudded in his ears; he knew the price of back-talk was done kind of hot, possibly painful punishment, but the need coiling in his balls and in his body overrode any caution or good sense.
He rolled his shoulders, lifting his chin defiantly. “Maybe your lesson bored me.”
Deadly silence filled the room, then Gianni moved, covering the distance in two strides.
Cedric barely inhaled before thick fingers clamped his cheeks, forcing his jaw open. “You forget yourself, little brat.” The words vibrated through Gianni’s chest into Cedric’s. “But I’ll remind you. Thoroughly.”
A shiver crawled along Cedric’s bound arms. “Prove it,” he mumbled against the punishing grip, his tongue brushing calloused skin.
Gianni’s eyes, cold as black glass, flared. “Want to test me?” He released Cedric’s face only to seize a fistful of dark hair, "Fine. But when you’re limp and dripping my cum out that pretty hole, you’ll know who owns every drop.”
The promise detonated heat low in Cedric’s belly. He whimpered, cock jerking, a bead of precome smearing across his navel.
Gianni saw, lips curving in something too hungry to be called a smile. With his free hand, he loosened the silk at Cedric’s left wrist just enough to flip him roughly onto his stomach.
Face shoved into the pillow, hips lifted up the bed, like a dirty little slut waiting to be used for pleasure. Gianni's little slut from that night on, and no one else.
Silk slithered as Gianni stripped his shirt off, then heat blanketed Cedric’s back—scarred, inked skin sliding over him, coarse hair rasping his oversensitive nerves.
Gianni’s thick cock, nestled along the crease of Cedric’s ass, was hard as steel. He rolled his hips once, letting Cedric feel the full scope of what was coming.
“Mine,” Gianni breathed against his ear, biting the lobe hard enough to cause Cedric to yelp. His hands roamed, pinching nipples until Cedric mewled, mapping ribs, skating over his jerking, needy cock with maddeningly light passes.
Each graze coiled Cedric tighter; every denial wrung broken, desperate pleas from his throat.
When Gianni finally reached the nightstand drawer, Cedric heard the snick of lube. He clenched involuntarily, his cheeks flushing hotter at the smirk he felt bloom against his shoulder.
“Nervous, bra?” Skilled fingers slicked cold between his legs, circling his hole without pushing in, teasing him endlessly until the muscle fluttered. “Relax. You’ll take everything I give, and you’ll thank me for it."
Cedric’s retort melted to a groan as two fingers speared him, his toes curling against the sheets with shock and pleasure.
Gianni pumped slowly, scissoring, adding a third digit until Cedric rocked back, fucking himself on the intrusion without permission. A sharp slap cracked across his ass cheek. “Stay still.”
But Cedric rolled his hips anyway, his asshole clenching around the fingers. “Please… more,” he panted, mortified at the whine edging his own voice.
Gianni pulled his fingers out of him, and the emptiness punched a sob from Cedric’s chest, quickly muffled when the crown of Gianni’s cock replaced those fingers, pressing in relentless inches.
Pain-pleasure split him, and he bore down, his breath hissing through his teeth as Gianni slid deeper in.
Gianni didn’t pause. One hand clamped Cedric’s hip, the other bracing on the mattress, he snapped forward, up to the hilt in a single stroke.
Cedric screamed into the pillow, his whole body trembling. For a heartbeat, they stayed locked together like that, then he pulled back and slammed again, his rhythm hard and unforgiving.
The room filled with sinful noises of skin slapping sweat-slick skin, Cedric’s broken cries, and low grunts ripped from Gianni’s chest.
Each thrust punched air from Cedric’s lungs, his cock leaking steadily onto Egyptian cotton beneath him. His bound wrist twisted, the scarf wet with saliva where he’d bitten it.
Gianni’s hand slipped beneath to seize Cedric’s throat, arching him further while his hips hammered. “Look at you,” he growled, voice strained, “my little whore stretching just for me, begging for my dick. Pathetic.”
The words scalded with shameful arousal; Cedric’s hole spasmed, sucking Gianni deeper. “Answer me. Who owns you?”
“You,” Cedric sobbed, tears mixing with spit on the pillow. “You own me—fuck, please—”
“Louder.” Gianni angled, striking Cedric’s prostate, lighting sparks behind his eyes, bringing him falling faster to the edge.
“You own me! My mouth, my hole—yours, fuck, please, yours—” Each syllable broke on a thrust until he babbled, senseless.
Release curled low in Cedric’s gut; he chased it mindlessly, but Gianni’s hand abandoned his throat to grip the base of his cock, squeezing hard to deny him.
“Not yet,” Gianni snarled, breath ragged. “Not until I say.” The dominance in that tone shook Cedric to his core; he was still frantic, but he stilled.
Control snapped in Gianni, his rhythm faltered, becoming animal. He slammed in vicious, claiming strokes, each impact pushing Cedric toward the headboard, making him cry out.
Finally, he still buried to the root, a guttural roar escaping as heat flooded Cedric’s asshole in thick spurts. The pulse of Gianni’s cum inside him wrung a whimper from Cedric, who was still balanced right on the edge of his own orgasm.
Gianni pulled out slowly, cock still half-hard, come slipping down Cedric’s thighs.
One glance at the shivering, teary wreck beneath him seemed to soften something behind those cold eyes. He untied the scarves with swift care, lowering Cedric’s arms, massaging feeling back into his flesh. Cedric collapsed to his side, chest heaving.
Gianni lay behind him, drawing the lean body against his own sculpted chest. “Breathe,” he murmured, calloused hand cupping Cedric’s weeping cock but not stroking.
Cedric whimpered, balls aching, but the possessive praise flooded warmth through his veins. Gianni pressed lips to the bruise blooming on Cedric’s shoulder. “Mine,” he repeated, softer now, but just as possessive.
Cedric wasn't sure what or how to feel. Other than fear, arousal, sexual frustration, need and heady satisfaction.
Was this a dream? Would this powerful, completely insane man still be here, making claims on his body when he woke up in the morning?
Gianni’s thumb rubbed the slit of Cedric’s cock, collecting precum. He brought it to his own mouth, sucking with deliberate eye contact. “Still hard. Good.” His smile got dark. “Because we’re not finished.”
Cedric’s heart lurched; another game loomed. He swallowed, voice hoarse. “Whatever you want… just tell me.”
“Tomorrow,” Gianni said, voice velvet again, “I would fuck you into the bed until you couldn't walk anymore, couldn't get the thought of me out of your head, but I am not a monster."
He laughed darkly, "Not to you, anyway." He looked down on Cedric's confused face.
"Get dressed and leave. Go say your goodbyes to your family because this is your last night of freedom. From tomorrow until the foreseeable future, you will live with me. You will stay in my house, under my roof, serving my every need and following my rules until eventually, I break the disobedience out of you and make you the perfect little submissive."
A chill swept Cedric despite the muscular arm cinched around him. He swallowed in terror. It was just now dawning on him just how much trouble he was in.
He pulled himself up on shaky legs, struggling to stand upright, hurriedly put his clothes on, and ran the hell out of there.