Chapter 53 Chapter 53 - Promise Me The World
Cedric's POV
The blindfold turned everything into pure sensation as he fucked Cedric raw and wild, stripping away any illusion that he had control whatsoever over what was happening to him.
Gianni's thrusts were punishing, each one driving deeper and harder into him, like he was carving his ownership into his bones.
Teaching his body to want him and only him even when his head knew better, ruining him for anyone else.
Cedric was a mess of whimpers and gasps, his body arching off the bed all on its own, desperately chasing the release Gianni kept dangling just out of reach like a carrot in front of a starving animal.
"Please," Cedric begged again, his voice cracking embarrassingly. "Gianni, I can't... I need—"
"You need?” He laughed, that low, cruel rumble that vibrated through his chest into Cedric’s where they were pressed together. “Why should I care about what you want, Cedric? Do you think you deserve it?"
His hand tightened on Cedric’s wrist where he had it pinned above his head, while his other hand trailed down his side, nails scraping just enough to sting without breaking skin.
"Not convinced, tesoro," he murmured, slowing his pace to a torturous grind that made Cedric want to scream. "You beg so pretty when you're desperate. Promise me the world. But we both know what happens after I let you get the release you so desperately want. You knock out, and by morning you're back to your usual bratty self. Sneaking around, lying to my face, testing me like I won't notice."
Cedric shook his head blindly, sweat making the silk blindfold stick to his skin. "No, I swear this time I'll be good. Whatever you want."
The words tumbled out desperate and pleading, because he needed Gianni to believe it. He needed him to ease up on everyone, on whatever storm was brewing wherever while he was up there getting fucked into oblivion.
But even as he said it, that old defiant spark flickered somewhere deep inside him, the part of him that hated surrendering, that wanted to claw back some shred of dignity.
He was a fucking human being, for fucks sake, why treat him like this? He thought it to himself, feeling righteous anger starting to grow.
Gianni must have sensed it, because he pulled out suddenly, leaving Cedric empty and throbbing all over again.
"Empty promises," he said, his voice laced with dark amusement.
Cedric felt the bed shift as Gianni moved, heard the nightstand drawer open again. Something cool and unyielding wrapped around his good wrist.
Leather, Cedric thought, or maybe rope, and Gianni yanked it up, securing it to the bedpost with a single click.
His casted arm he left free but useless, just lying there at his side like dead weight.
Then his ankles, spread wide, were tied firmly to the corners of the bed frame. Cedric tugged experimentally and the restraints bit into his skin, trying to find out if they would give, sending a confusing shiver through him that was half dread, but also a sick thrill he was starting to recognise.
Gianni's weight settled back between his spread legs. "What better way is there to show you who’s in charge? Restraints to remind you that I own you, you are mine to use and abandon if I so wish, mine to pick up and throw to the side. Mine. And when I ask you to tell me the truth, you say “yes sir” like a good little whore and do just that."
It was the longest sentence Cedric had ever heard him say and it shot straight to his dick, making him even more painfully hard at his words.
No one had ever put so much effort into having him, wanting him. No one had ever expressed such deep dominance, manhandling him into the sheets, pounding into him as hard as it would take to teach him he belonged to him, that he would never let him go. And for whatever fucked up reason, Cedric found it irresistible.
Gianni’s breath was deep and gravelly against his ear as he leaned down. "Maybe next time I'll add a collar around that pretty neck of yours. Something tight, with a leash I can tug when you forget your place."
His fingers ghosted over Cedric’s throat, pressing just enough to make his pulse jump frantically beneath his touch.
"Or maybe pain," he continued, "Whips. Clamps on those sensitive nipples. Whatever it takes to etch the lesson deep enough in your thick skull that it sticks."
Cedric swallowed hard, the images flooding his mind unbidden and unwanted. Panic twisted in his gut, but desire coiled tighter at the same time, his traitorous cock twitching against his stomach, leaking slick precum all over him.
He needed to get away from him, but he couldn’t. He needed to get so close to him, skin to perfect skin, and he couldn’t do that either.
He couldn't do anything right, not with this monster in his way. Something had to happen very quickly if Cedric was to survive this.