Lucien - Silvia Violet Page 0,27
and paid a lot of money for it, but that sincere praise from him had sent warmth all through me. Peter wanted me, even with all the darkness I held inside. I was sure he deserved a man who was nicer than I’d ever be, one who wouldn’t put him in constant danger, but he was here, his cock leaking onto his belly, ready to do whatever I said.
“Pull your legs up onto your chest, Peter. I want to see your tight little hole. I want you as exposed to me as you can get.”
“Yes, sir.” My dick jumped at those soft words which seemed to fall unconsciously from his lips. What was it about this boy that affected me so much? His innocence? The way he relaxed when he gave in and obeyed? I’d had plenty of submissive men before, but there was something special about Peter’s surrender. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out lube and a condom.
Peter’s eyes widened. “Those aren’t mine.”
“I gave an order that your room be fully stocked.”
His cheeks were already beautifully flushed, but they turned even redder.
“Everyone—the staff, my family—knows you’re here because you’re mine.”
“That’s… um…”
“Let’s focus on something else.” I squirted lube onto my fingers as he watched.
“Are you going to tease me again?”
The way his voice shook made me want to, but I couldn’t wait much longer to have him. My cock was demanding I end this game. I slid my finger along his crack and teased his hole. “What do you think, Peter? Are you ready to have me inside you?”
“I don’t know, sir. I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.”
“You’re way too innocent to be here with me, but I’m not letting you go.” I pushed a finger into him and groaned as his hot passage clamped down on the digit. “You’re so tight, baby.”
“It’s been a long time, and I’m not… I don’t have a lot of experience.”
Holy fuck, he wasn’t a virgin, was he? “You have done this before, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah, a few times, but it’s never been…”
I smiled down at him as I slid my finger slowly in and out, then took his cock in my other hand and began working it with the same rhythm. “It’s never been what?”
“This good. I’ve never… I’ve always been kind of disappointed.”
The men he’d been with clearly did not deserve him. “I won’t disappoint you. I may demand a lot of you, but you will enjoy every minute you spend in my bed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. I wouldn’t have stayed… if I didn’t think you… if I didn’t think it would be better with you.”
“It will be so much better, but first, I think I need to torment you one more time.”
His eyes widened, and he started to say something, but I added a second finger, and he bit down on his lower lip. I opened him up, working my fingers deeper until I was massaging his prostate. He arched off the bed and writhed as he tried to take more. He was so close. The color in his cheeks spread down his neck and over his chest, and he seemed to barely be able to breathe.
“Please, Lucien. Please.”
I loved when he used my name. I worked him faster, loving that his body knew what it wanted. He might not have known how much he craved a man’s control before he met me, but his body knew. He responded to me perfectly.
When I was sure he was ready to spill, I pulled my fingers from his body and let go of his cock.
“No. No, please.” His eyes shone with unshed tears. His cock was red, his balls so high and tight.
“You’re so responsive. So beautiful all needy like this. What if I made you wait until tomorrow to come?”
“No, you can’t. You said—”
I leaned over him and pinned his wrists to the bed. “Yes, I can. I can do anything I want to you. You need to remember who’s in charge. I could tie you up so there was no way you could touch yourself and leave you here, aching, needing. I could keep bringing you close to the edge all night.”
“Oh God, please don’t.”
His distress did me in. “Don’t worry. I meant it when I said I was going to have you tonight. I’m not going to walk away now.”
Peter exhaled sharply. “Thank you. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say.”
I stroked his cheek. “I know you will, Peter. You