Chapter 52 Can't Even Form The Words
Cedric worked him with everything he had, running his tongue from the base of the huge shaft all the way to the top, before swallowing it again, ignoring his gag reflex to take all of him into his throat until there was nothing left.
Lapping long strokes at the head of his cock, his tongue flicking in one of his long forgotten pornstar moves, then up and down the sides like his cock was a fucking ice cream cone.
He didn't stop to think about the ache building in his jaw, the tears stinging his eyes from the effort and the angle. It was a little about pleasure, not his, but Gianni’s. Yet more importantly, it was about pure, desperate survival.
He could get bored with him and throw him to his family of rabid guard dogs, or lock him up in that dark cell till he cried himself to death. He knew about Cedric’s mom, and his sister… he could’ve very easily found them and finished them off if Cedric displeased him too much.
A while ago Cedric thought he was a goner, but the way Gianni responded, the low curses in Italian, the way his hips flexed forward just slightly, the harsh catch in his breathing, it lit something up inside him.
Betrayed him all over again with proof that some broken part of him really got off on this power dynamic.
He wanted to be the reason why Gianni would come undone in his hands, he wanted to ruin Gianni just as much as he ruined him, to peel back all those hard impenetrable layers and see the soft ordinary human underneath, if he existed.
He wanted to tame the beast, and so far it looked like he was doing a good job of it.
After what felt like forever, Gianni pulled him off with a wet, slick sound that echoed obscenely in the quiet room. Cedric gasped, wiping saliva and precum off his mouth with the back of his good hand, his legs shaking from kneeling so long.
"Bed," he ordered, and shoved him toward it.
Cedric stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the mattress with his casted arm, causing him to take in a sharp breath in pain.
Before he could recover, Gianni was on him, flipping him onto his back with casual strength like he was an empty cereal box and not a full grown man, his weight pinning him down against silk sheets.
His mouth crashed into his, fucking his tongue relentlessly into Cedric's hot mouth, brutal and claiming, teeth catching Cedric’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
He tasted copper and kissed him back anyway, hating how much he arched into it, how his good hand clutched at Gianni’s shirt like he needed him to breathe.
"You drive me fucking insane," he growled against Cedric’s neck, biting down there too, marking him. "Lying to my face. Sneaking around taking photos and playing spy. Do you think that I don't see through every single thing you do?"
“Huh? How did you know about—“ His question cut off when he saw the irritated, unimpressed look Gianni gave him. He probably had the phone cloned so he could track...
Dammit. Cedric should’ve known better than to think he wouldn’t find out somehow.
"I'm sorry," Cedric whispered, and the words were half-true, half-lie. Sorry for getting caught, maybe. Sorry for needing this monster despite knowing exactly what he was capable of.
His hands were everywhere now, stripping off Cedric’s pyjama pants in one rough yank that left him exposed and aching and hating how hard he was despite everything.
"Not sorry enough, not yet. In fact, I don’t think you even know what that word means,” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made Cedric’s spine tingle. "Let me show you.”
He sat back, reaching for the nightstand drawer, and Cedric’s whole body tensed. He expected restraints, maybe something sharp, but instead Gianni pulled out a strip of black silk.
Cedric started to reach away from him in terror, remembering the damage that tiny thing had done to him the other night, until he recognised this one was actually a lot wider. It looked like a blindfold.
His breath caught. "Gianni, no wait..."
"You want punishment?"
“No… hold on... I made a mistake…”
He was already tying it over Cedric’s eyes, plunging him into darkness. “Quiet. You're going to take it blind. You won’t see what's coming, so your pretty head can’t think of ways to talk yourself out of it. Only me, deciding how much you can handle."
"Wait…"
The world went dark.
His panic spiked immediately, mixing with the heat still pooling in his gut, thrumming through his body. He couldn't see Gianni anymore, he couldn't track his movements or anticipate the next touch.
All he could do was try to rely on his other senses, the rustle of fabric as Gianni undressed, the dip of the mattress under his weight, the ghost of his fingers trailing down his chest.
"Shh," Gianni murmured, his voice seeming to come from everywhere at once. "You asked for this, remember? Begging on your knees and offering anything."
A hand gripped his thigh, spreading him open with firm pressure, and Cedric bit his lip to stifle the sound that tried to escape.
Something cold and slick pressed against him lube, he realised distantly and then Gianni’s fingers, pushing in without warning or preparation beyond the bare minimum.
Cedric arched off the bed, gasping, the intrusion burning but sparking that twisted pleasure he'd learned to crave from him.
"Fuck, please..." He didn't even know what he was pleading for anymore. More? Less? For him to stop, or to never stop?
Gianni worked him open with rough efficiency, his other hand pinning Cedric’s good wrist above his head against the mattress. "You hate me right now, don't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing his ear. "But look at you, hard and leaking for it anyway. My beautiful, needy little contradiction."
"I…" Try as he might, Cedric couldn’t find the words. His brain had turned to mush, his hips moving back against Gianni’s fingers despite himself. “Fuuuuuccckkkkk…” was all he could manage.
He laughed, dark and satisfied. "As you wish.”
He withdrew his fingers, leaving Cedric empty and whining at the loss, then replaced them with cock slow at first, inch by torturous inch, until he was buried completely.
The stretch was overwhelming even without being able to see, and Cedric clawed at the sheets with his free hand, shocked that all of that somehow fit inside him.
They'd fucked last night too, and Gianni had made him come twice and got nothing for himself, except for his usual sick satisfaction in watching Cedric suffer and beg.
That ache still lingered, mixing with fresh sensation now, sending him spiralling higher than any hit he'd chased back in his old life.
Morphine wished it could feel this mind-blowingly good. A week ago he'd been scraping by on cheap highs and bad decisions. Now Gianni had him locked in his world, his toy to break and remake, and his traitorous body was singing for more.
He started thrusting into Cedric, hard and relentless, even though he was still tight as hell. Each thrust was a punishment that somehow blurred into ecstasy.
Cedric couldn't see his face, but he didn’t need to. Not when he could feel him, every shift of weight, every harsh breath, the way his grip would bruise his skin as Gianni fucked him like he hated him.
"This is what you wanted?" he panted, angling just right to hit that spot that made stars explode behind Cedric’s closed eyes. "To be fucked like the desperate thing you are?"
"God, yes no fuck, Gianni..." Cedric was babbling now, a mess of stupid words spilling out incoherently. He despised him, needed him, wanted to shove him off and pull him closer all at the same time.
His pace got even harder, even faster, building that familiar coil in Cedric’s belly tighter and tighter, until he was right on the edge, blind and begging and completely at his mercy.
But then he slowed. Drew it out. Kept him hovering right there without letting him fall.
"Coming already?" he murmured against Cedric’s throat. "What's the hurry? I'm not finished with you yet."
Fuck. Not this again. Cedric whimpered, actually fucking whimpered like a kicked dog, thrashing uselessly under him.
The denial was a fresh kind of torment, and he had no idea how much longer he could take this before he broke completely.