Tempting Touch

Dañte

Malyshka, you can call me sir any time you feel like it. I forgot you're the perfect sub."

The instant I say that, I know she's thinking of the threesome she saw at her first campus party. The girl was tied up. The way Willow watched the trio in open fascination made me think she was curious about all of it-to be shared and tied up while being shared.

"I'm still not sharing you," I inform her, repeating what I said that night. "I'm tying you up, though. The dom in me won't be able to resist."

Her cheeks redden fiercely. "You're crazy."

We've had this crazy conversation too many times before, and we both know the answer. But I'll play-harder.

"How about you put that mouth of yours to better use? My dick misses those lips."

"Fuck you."

"No, but I'll happily fuck you."

Scowling, she makes the mistake of trying to walk away. I allow her one step before I reach for her and hoist her over my shoulder.

She shrieks and starts pounding my back with her little fists. As if that will help set her free.

"Put me down, you asshole!"

"No, I haven't started to get nasty with you yet."

I set her down on the bed and pinned her arms above her head, locking her in with my body pressed against hers so she couldn't move. Or rather, she does move, but it's against me, and I'm sure she can feel the length of my arousal poking into her belly.

"You're being a complete dick."

I widen my smile. "And you're wet for me, Malyshka. I can smell your sweet cunt."

She looks at me like I've lost my mind. "I'm not wet."

I might believe her if raw desire weren't raging in her eyes like wildfire, begging me to take her. Like a moth to a flame, it draws me closer to her lips.

The scent of her arousal is making my mouth water, and I can almost taste her delicious nectar.

"What did I tell you about lying to me? I know you're wet for me, Willow. Are you aching for me to touch you the way I did last time? Are you aching to have my cock inside you?"

The blood drains from her cheeks, and her lips part. Before she can protest, I take full advantage of the flimsy dress she's wearing and push it up to her waist so I can find her panties.

I cup her pussy and press into her mound, making her moan. With the flick of a finger, I move the lace away and push inside her slick, wet opening.

Holy fuck, she's soaked.

I want to gloat and bask in the triumph of feeling her wet pussy, but fuck, the joke's on me because her desire is intoxicating. I'm addicted to it, and I want more.

She gasps when I push deeper, starting a slow thrust as a reminder of how good my dick will feel inside her.

"Are you ready to tell me how badly you want me yet?" I kiss her cheek, driving my finger into her tight pussy faster and harder. "Right now, I'm contemplating whether I should bend you over and fuck you into submission, or watch you try to resist your desire for me until you lose."

"Bas...tard..." She cries out a loud moan of pleasure, arching her back and pressing her breasts into my hard chest.

Her tight little nipples feel like razor-sharp peaks, begging to be sucked. I plan to do just that, but I need to taste her first.

"It's okay to want me, Willow. You're mine. Now give yourself to me."

With that, I crush my lips to hers and kiss her hard.

It takes nanoseconds to screw myself over as the kiss becomes all-consuming and I feast on her like I'm devouring an exquisite meal.

My poor Malyshka tries to hold on to that willpower of hers. I give her credit for her attempt, but the effects of the kiss capture her, too. I feel the moment her resolve weakens and she kisses me back with the same hunger I feel, giving herself to me.

Sweeping my tongue over hers, I explore her sweet mouth, relishing the taste I've longed for, for what's felt like eons.

But I want to see her eyes, the windows to her soul. So, I pull out of the kiss and gaze into them, feeling triumph surge through me when I see exactly what I want to see-it's her. The no-holds-barred version of her who gave herself to me.

I have her back. Back to where we were when we were last in this bed.

"More?" I ask, finger-fucking her. "Do you want me to give you more, Willow?"

I want to hear her say it.

"Yes..." Her breath hitches. "More."

WILLOW

Say it again," Dante demands, thrusting his fingers mercilessly in and out of my pussy. "Tell me you want more."

As his eyes roam down my body, the intensity of lust in his gaze sets me on fire.

"More...please. I want more." I hear the voice that sounds like mine plead.

Each word is spoken loud and clear, filled with desire. Except I'm having difficulty believing that I'm saying those things, and in that sultry voice which makes me sound like I'm begging.

Am I begging?

Begging is what you do when you desperately need something. Since desperate is exactly how I feel, I think I can agree that I'm begging.

Shame fills me at the confirmation. Even if I were to lie to myself, the growing wetness between my legs is a testament that I want him to fuck me.

Damn it to hell. I hate him for this feeling and his control over me.

I fucking hate him for weakening me to this pitiful state, yet I want him so badly it hurts.

Staring back at him, I want to scream, I hate you, but I love you!

And that makes no damn sense. Nothing does.

It's like I'm two different people. One version is the girl from earlier who was looking for a way out of this mess. The other doesn't want him to stop touching her.

That's the dangerous side of me weakening the other to cave to temptation.

It doesn't take much for me to go tumbling into the arms of temptation when he presses his massive erection harder into my belly and thrusts another finger into my pussy.

As he pumps deeper inside me, raw pleasure crashes into my body. It unlocks more desire, which pours out of me on a tidal wave of bliss.

When I arch my back again, rubbing my pussy against his hand, he releases my arms.

This is the moment when I should do something to get away from him. I should move or try to push him off me.

But I don't.

I don't fucking do anything besides shock myself further by staying where I am, locked in the pleasure he's giving me.

I would have bet all I owned that I would flee out of his arms the first chance I got. Good thing I didn't because I would have lost all my possessions the same way I'm losing my mind.

Just as I'm about to savour the elation from his thrusts, he catches my throat,

exerting his dominance once more, reminding me he owns my body. Just like his promise.

Thoughts of freedom are torn from my mind when his thumb strokes along my skin, trailing down to my cleavage. There he caresses the swells of my breasts and lowers his head to take my left nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my dress.

The fiery combination of his lips nibbling on my nipple and his fingers in my pussy heats my body with vicious energy. It tightens my nipples painfully and makes my pussy ache with need.

With a feral look in his eyes, he gives me a sinful grin and tugs at my dress. "Take this off for me, so I can suck your tits."

At that moment, it's scary how the desperation he's created inside me has made me agreeable to do what he tells me.

I lift myself onto my elbows and pull off my dress, leaving just my panties on.

As he looks at my breasts and takes note of how hard and swollen with arousal my nipples are, the look in his eyes shifts to hunger. The way a predator would look at its prey before consuming it.

I barely catch a sip of air before his mouth closes over my right nipple.

He then sucks hard and moves to the left with the same wild suckle that has me arching into him and weaving my fingers into his hair, encouraging him to give me more.

He does just that, knowing exactly what to do to make me come undone in his arms.

Relishing the attention he's giving my body, I tilt my head back and allow myself to truly let go.

I know I shouldn't give in, but God, I never want this moment to end.

Shuddery gasps leave my lips as he moves down to my pussy, parts my legs, and buries his face between my thighs. Keeping my panties aside, he pushes his tongue into me and sucks on my swollen clit.

A desperate, uncontrollable cry of ecstasy rips from my throat, and I'm lost to him. His clever tongue thrashes inside my passage, giving me what I need to forget everything that's not him.

The potent rise of my orgasm climbs, and one hard tug of my clit pushes me over the edge. My orgasm comes, hot and scathing, sending streaks of untamed pleasure coursing through my body.

I brace myself by grabbing his shoulders, crying out from the undiluted luxuriating sensation flowing through me.

Dante consumes my release, lapping the flow of my juices until he's taken it all. A wicked smirk appears on his face when he straightens.

"I'm going to fuck you," he husks in my ear. "I want to bury myself deep inside you and fuck you hard, Willow. Let me."

I knew even before he said the words that I was going to let him take me.

"Let me fuck you, Printsessa. You want this. I know you do. So, say yes to me," he adds, and I nod. "Say the words, Willow. Tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me." This time, I recognize my voice, and I feel worse that I'm so desperate for him.

The smile on his face now is one of victory for making me bend to his will.

"Take off your panties and get on your hands and knees."

While I drag off my panties, Dante pushes his pants down his long athletic legs, showing off the vast array of Bratva tattoos and runes as he frees his massive cock.

He's perfectly erect, ready to claim me. The thick, bulbous head of his cock already has pre-cum coating the tip with more leaking out in a clear pearly bead.

He guides me to settle onto my hands and knees. When he positions himself behind me, he gives my ass a firm squeeze and smacks it, jolting my body forward. Running a warm hand down to my pussy, he strokes my outer lips.

I just came, but I'm wet again. So wet for him that it's embarrassing.

"You're fucking soaked for me, Willow. I love it."

All I can do is moan in response to his touch.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he promises. Then I feel his cock press against my entrance.

My mind short-circuits as he slams into me with one brutal thrust that fills me up.

I cry out from the maddening cacophony of pain and pleasure. The twisted part of me savours the sensation of feeling his cock inside me and my pussy contracting around his thickness.

He grabs my hips and moves his as he hammers into me, every thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure that pushes me into that blissful state I crave.

When he starts fucking me harder, I dig my fingers into the mattress so I can take his vicious pounds and climax again within seconds. The impact makes us both cry out as we give ourselves over to pleasure.

"Fuck, Willow, I need to fuck you harder," he growls like a savage beast. Then he does exactly what he said he would and ruts into me.

It hurts. He's too big and too rough, but I take it as the pain blends into pleasure.

His pace, although hard and relentless, becomes more rhythmic and sure.

As if he wants to guarantee to give me the hard fuck he promised while hitting my sweet spot with every powerful thrust.

Suddenly, I can't get enough of him, just like when he was tasting me, and I fall into the precipice of carnal ecstasy.

I lose track of how many times I come while his stamina is unwavering.

Time scrambles around me. I'm not sure if it feels like it stands still or speeds up. All I know is we stay like this for a long time-fucking.

Relentless, merciless fucking. It makes every nerve in my body delirious like I've just dosed myself with a powerful drug

It's utter possession, and I feel like I've been waiting for this moment forever. All that is left is the circle of pleasure cocooning me in this state of unbending delight. The force is so strong it drains me.

"Ah, fucking hell! Yes, take my cum," That's when Dante comes, too, climaxing inside me with a primal masculine roar which pours from his chest.

Pleasure explodes through every nerve in my body as I come one last time.

Breathing raggedly, we both collapse in a sweaty heap. The air around us is permeated by the scent of sex and the sound of my heart thrashing in my ears.

The sound beats reality into my mind with the realisation that I gave myself to him again.

I lift my head when he caresses my belly. As our eyes lock, I know that we just strengthened our connection.

I just had to go ahead and fall in love with my captor.

Drew

"What do you think?" I pluck one of the clothes pins from my palm and squeeze it open, then allow it to close.

She pales a little, and the scent of her arousal is laced with fear, and... Fuck, if that doesn't turn me on further. Something about my Little Dove panting for my cock, while also dreading what she'll have to do to get it, brings out the sadist in me. It satisfies that craving inside me and fills the emptiness inside me.

Everything about this woman was made to satisfy me. Why didn't I realize that earlier? Now, with her sprawled out, with her cunt on display, and her pussy lips swollen and begging for my touch, I'm filled with the need to stuff her holes and ensure she feels so good, she'll never want to be with anyone else. This is wrong because I don't intend to stay with her, but... Something within me insists I show her the heights to which I can take her. Yes, I'm selfish, and I'm going to hell for this- Oh, wait, I've already been there, so chalk this up to another of my unpardonable sins.

I lower the peg. She gasps, then cries out, for I've fastened it around one of her pussy lips. "It stings," she cries out.

"Does it hurt?"

She bites on her inner lip, then slowly shakes her head.

"Good girl." My stepsister is a cum slut for me.

Her throat moves as she swallows, and red creeps up her chest. I lock the second peg around her other pussy lip, and she moans.

I sit back on my haunches and take in her features. "How does it feel?"

Her chest rises and falls, then she tips up her chin. "Different. It feels like I'm being pulled apart and offered up for your enjoyment."

"And?"

She looks away, considering my question, then back at me. "And all of my attention is focused on where the pins pick my skin. The area feels tight and very sensitive."

"And it's going to feel even more sensitized when I remove them."

"Oh." She swallows.

"Indeed." I plant my hands on either side of her torso and lean in until my breath mingles with her. "That focused sensation will slowly grow and build, until it fills your mind and all you can think of is how, when I remove them, one by one, the blood is going to rush in and fill the space and turn it into throbbing sparks of desire that are going to spread and engulf you and light you on fire."

"Like when your foot goes to sleep, and when you move it, the blood pours through your veins and you feel numb and then tingly?" she chokes out.

"Only much number, and then"-I drag my nose up her jaw toward her ear-"much, much more tingly." I suck on her ear lobe, and a whimper escapes her.

I lean back and peer into her eyes. "Do you realize how turned on I am to see you in pain?"

She swallows.

"It gives me fierce satisfaction to see you squirm from the discomfort I've inflicted on you."

"Oh." Her mouth opens, and all I can think is that it's the perfect shape to receive my cock.

"I'm going to fuck your face, baby."

Colour sweeps over her features.

"Think you can take that?"

She jerks her chin.

"Blink twice in quick succession if you want me to stop. Now, show me what you'll do... but only if you want me to stop."

She demonstrates, and I can't stop my smile from widening. "That's my good girl."

She draws in a sharp breath, then sinks her teeth into her lower lip. I gently release it. "Only I get to hurt you, baby, no one else."

She squeezes her eyelids shut before piercing me with an imploring look. "Why do I like it when you say that? Why do I like these strange, torturous things you're doing to my body? Why do I get so aroused when you treat me with such contempt? Why do I want you to use my body for your pleasure, and only your pleasure?"

Because you're mine.

Only I'm never going to accept it. I might ravish you. I might ravage your pussy, and your arse, and your mouth, and imprint my touch in every cell of your body, but then... I'm going to let you go. I have to.

She continues to gaze at me, and the sight of her dilated pupils fills me with an urgency I can't deny anymore. I slide up her body until I'm poised below her tits. I squeeze them together, then slide my cock into the valley between her breasts. My entire body grows rigid. I thrust forward so my cock slides up her cleavage and bumps into her lips. She opens her mouth, licks the crown, and a growl rumbles up my chest. I begin to thrust forward faster, quicker. Each time I push in, I squeeze her breasts so they push down on my shaft, and then I penetrate the hot, moist hole of her mouth. She sucks down, then releases, and I pull back. Again and again and again. Sweat slides down my back. My balls hurt. My thighs threaten to cramp, but I don't stop. Not until her body shudders, and I know she's close. When she curves her back, squeezes her eyes shut and elongates her neck, I know she's going to come. That's when I pull back. I release her tits, grab the two clothing pins I hid from her view, and fasten them to each of her nipples.

She gasps, and her eyelids fly open. She looks down, and the pulse at the base of her throat beats double time. "Y-you..."

"I Clamped your nipples with clothes pins."

She pants, then raises her gaze to mine. "Sir, please, Sir," she whimpers.

"How does it feel, darling?"

"It feels like I'm on the edge, like I'm poised at the end of a wave that's going to crash any moment. Like I'm about to jump off a steep mountain and glide on air currents, circling and soaring until I float to the ground... Sir."

I ease down her body until I'm between her legs. I stare down at her pussy lips spread for me, and her thigh muscles tremble. "You don't have to be shy in front of me, sweet thing. I've never seen anything more delicious, more beautiful than your cunt weeping and calling out for my attention. Do you want me to lick up your slit, butterfly? Do you want me to stab my tongue inside your pussy and suck your life through your hole? Would you like me to slurp at your rosette while I'm at it? Maybe stuff my huge cock inside your tight little back hole and show you a forbidden pleasure you'd have never imagined otherwise."

"Oh, god," she wheezes.

"The only name that should emerge from your lips is mine, you feel me, baby?"

She nods. "Oh, Sir, please, Sir. I want it, Sir."

I cup my palm outside my ear. "What's that?"

"I want you to fuck me, Sir!" The words burst out of her.

I bare my teeth. "Where do you want me to put my cock, butterfly?"

"Wherever you please, Sir."

A-n-d, that's when the remnants of my control dissolve. I pull on the pegs that clamp her nipples. She hisses. I twist them, and she pants. "Sir, oh my goodness. Sir, it's too much."

I whisper my fingers over the roll of her stomach. She writhes under me. I toy with her belly button and she arches her back further. I drag my fingers down to her clit. I pinch it, and she cries out. Her eyes roll back in her head. That's when I pull off the pegs on both her nipples, then her pussy lips.

A full-body shudder grips her. I rise and position my dick at her entrance.

TAYLOR

His thick, blunt head teases my slit, and a thousand glowworms seem to stir to life under my skin. The blood rushes to my nipples and fills in the grooves left by the clothespin on my pussy lips. My scalp tightens, and my toes curl. Every part of my body has become extra sensitive. The glow worms under my skin threaten to break through, sending zaps of sensation streaking out to my extremities. I moan and writhe, reduced to making noises that don't mean anything. Yet, they mean something to him, for he plants one broad palm next to my head, then holding my gaze, he thrusts forward and impales me. The combination of the blood pouring into my throbbing pussy lips, sensations leaking out from my nipples, and the fullness of his shaft stuffed inside my pussy... It's too much. The climax shudders out from where he's joined to me.

He pulls out, and it recedes. I push my pelvis up, chasing that feeling of fullness, of him pulsing against the walls of my channel, of him pushing himself inside me. He slides a hand under my butt and squeezes. When I gasp, he pushes the thumb of his free hand inside my mouth. I suck on his digit, and his green eyes flare. He toys with the rosette between my cheeks. I moan. He leans in close enough for his breath to sear my face, for his eyelashes to fan against mine. He holds my gaze, then kicks his hips forward and impales me. I bite down on his finger between my teeth, and he growls, "You're going to be the death of me."

I shake my head. I don't want you to die, Sir. I want you to sink into me. To melt into me. To fuse our skin until we become one entity. My heart swells in my chest, growing until it seems big enough to fill my entire body. I strain against my bindings, wanting to get closer.

He seems to understand what I'm saying, for he reaches up and unties the rope. Instantly, I throw my arms around his neck. He continues to fuck me, in-out-in, and I hold onto him. Sweat pours down my chest, so each time his body touches mine and leaves, a sucking sound fills the air. It adds to the erotically charged air that thickens and pulses and pushes down on me. With his next thrust, he brushes up against that secret space deep inside me, and when he curls his thumb in my forbidden hole looks deep into my eyes and commands, "Come," I shatter at once.

I ride the wave down, down, down. All of my senses vibrate and come alive, and I can feel every last sensation until I crash down. I'm aware of my body pulsing as he thrusts into me one last time and groans as he empties himself. My limbs tremble, I can't hold onto him anymore. My body slumps. I close my eyes and float.

He stays inside me for a few seconds, his heart thudding strong-hard-fast, while his cock mirrors the pulsing between my inner walls. There's a soft touch on my forehead, then on one closed-eyed, the other, my nose. Then he pulls out. I begin to protest, but he presses a kiss on one corner of my lips. "Let me take care of you." My last recollection is of him untying the ropes around my ankles and carrying me out of his secret room.

When I come to, I'm in his bed in the main bedroom and, swaddled so tightly by his sheets, I know he tucked them around me. Light pours in through the windows. I wriggle my toes and realize I'm no longer wearing my stilettos, and when I stretch, the flesh between my legs protests. My pussy feels sore, my nipples are so sensitive, and a shock of sensations floor me when the sheet rubs against them.

"Oh," I gasp and lay back against the pillows. I turn and find the space next to mine is empty. I inch my arm out from under the sheets and touch the pillow. It's cold. When did he wake up? Did he come to bed after we-fucked? Yeah, it was fucking... And more. What that more is, I'm not sure. I don't think I can give it a name. I can only say it was something a whole lot more than meaningless sex... For me. And for him. I'm sure of it. Only he's not going to admit it. He- There's a buzzing sound. I glance to my other side to find my phone on the nightstand. I snatch it up and look at the text message.

Mum: You're late, Taylor. Do me a favour and wake your stepbrother up as you come down here. He must have had a late night last night.

I sigh defeatedly and collapse onto the bed. Not only is my mother trying to constantly shove the title down my throat, and remind me that Drew is my stepbrother. But I'm also the reason why he had a late night.

James

A story where the student falls for his psychotic teacher who was once a spy. What happens when they end up together after his student steals from him. Or is he gonna fuck him just because he wants the passcode to something important? Or does his psychotic mind derive pleasure in seeing his student in pain?

I glared at Tex as he dropped his clothes carelessly. His fingers hovered over the button of his jeans.

"What?"

I looked from him to the mess he was creating. Tex rolled his eyes.

"Really?" He yanked them up and looked around before tossing them onto the single couch.

"No."

"What do you want me to do? Hang them up?" Tex sounded exasperated.

"The closet is through those doors on the left."

"You can't be serious."

"Hurry up," was all I said.

Tex stared at me for another second before he yanked his stuff up and made his way to the bedroom. I let him go alone, knowing there was nothing there.

I sipped the gin in my cup, listening out for Tex. He was taking longer than necessary, but he was no doubt looking for something.

"I don't like to be kept waiting."

Tex emerged from the room half-hard and fully naked. I'd been right. His body was magnificent. His chest was huge and looked good enough to bite. Varying tattoos littered his torso, none of them standing out to me. However, I committed every single one of them to memory.

His dusky-coloured nipples were pierced with black bars. I'd been hoping they were and was glad to see that was the case. All he needed now was matching bars through his cock and lining his taint.

"You're still dressed," Tex pointed out.

"Good observation skills. You should be a detective," I said.

Tex flinched but quickly covered it up as he moved closer to me. So adorable.

"Turn around," I said.

Tex rolled his eyes, but his cock jumped at my command. He turned around, and I took in every detail, mapping it all to memory.

What the fuck is that?

A poorly drawn duck with a cowboy hat on holding a gun was tattooed on his right ass cheek.

"You like it?" Tex asked with a smirk.

"Hardly."

He laughed. "I can tell by your face." Tex shrugged. "I was fifteen, and my friend was an aspiring tattoo artist. You know how it is. Reckless teens."

"Not at all." I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. "Hands and knees."

Tex's mouth fell open, and I waited him out. He shook his head, seemingly making up his mind as he sauntered over. Tex lowered himself in front of me, his gaze unwavering as he got on his hands and knees.

"Turn around."

I was once again faced with that horrid tattoo, but the rest of Tax made up for it. The knife hidden under my pant leg was sharp enough to skin the blemish off in one swipe. It would be nothing more than a small nick.

I rolled my shoulders back as I forced the thought to the furthest part of my mind, focusing on Tex for now. I coated my fingers in lube, pressed one against his hole and worked it in. "Stay still," I warned as Tex tried to take more of my finger into his hot body.

A visible shudder wrecked Tex's body. "You're gentler than I thought."

"I don't like breaking my toys too fast."

"Wha-" Tex's words were cut off as I added another finger stretching him. I spread them, opening his hole and pulling a deep groan from him.

He squirmed, his hole clenching down on my fingers as he tried his hardest not to thrust his hips back. My fingers danced over his prostate, steadily applying pressure in a pattern until the muscles in his back tensed. I changed it up before he could cum.

Sweat rolled down his spine, making his naturally pale flesh glisten under the lights. I eased my fingers back. His hole clenched around them, begging for me to stay, but nothing came out of Tex's mouth.

Can't have that. I wanted to hear him beg, to break under me.

I teased his prostate again and lightly stroked his cock, not enough to truly stimulate him. A growl emitted from Tex as his shoulder blades bunched. He seemed quite irritated with me.

Toying with his body, I worked Tex up once more. His cock was hard between his thighs, begging for more than the light caresses.

"Fuck," Tex growled. He turned his head, and his blue eyes were glazed over like a car window in the rain. "Please let me cum."

I thought about it for five seconds. "Tell me the passcode to get to this floor." I stroked his cock with a faint touch, only stimulating him for a few short seconds. Nothing that could get him off.

Tex shook his head. "I don't know."

"Then I guess you don't need to cum."

"Fuck-"

My fingertips stroked along his prostate again, applying the perfect amount of pressure as I stretched him to accept another finger. He was up three, going on four.

I eased my fingers out again and rested them against his fluttering hole. "Ready to answer?"

Tex panted, the muscles in his legs flexed every time his toes curled. He looked ready to give in.

"No, give me another question." He glanced back at me, his lips wet, and drool slid down his chin.

He was a mess, but it was one I'd created. There was nothing more beautiful, except maybe if there was a splash of red decorating his smooth flesh.

I grabbed a fistful of black hair and yanked. Tex's head tilted back, forcing him to lift his hands off the floor. "I asked a question, and I expect an answer."

"Shit if I know!" Tex kept his gaze steady, but his fingers twitched, and his body fidgeted. He was a decent liar.

My eyebrows lowered, and I allowed Tex to see the displeasure on my face. Fear flickered in his blue eyes as he tried to shrink back. I doubted he even knew the response he was giving, so high on pleasure.

I tightened my hold on his hair, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as his eyes watered. The silence built as I stayed still, imagining all the ways I wanted to punish him.

Tex licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. I released him, and he fell forward, sucking in a breath as if he'd been holding it the entire time. I removed my glasses, folded them and placed them to the side.

"Lying is one way to make me upset." I let the full weight of my stare rest on Tex just like I would do any target my brother sent me after. A familiar prick of ice crept through my veins, making goosebumps rise over my forearms. My lips turned up in a smile.

"What are you going to do?" Tex asked. His voice shook slightly.

"I've answered that already." I moved around to face him and lowered myself to a squat. "Whatever I want." I slipped my knife out of its holder and pressed it against his cock.

The tension in the room thickened. Where others would have a hard time relaxing, I felt at home. The trickle of ice that always took hold of me when I held a weapon consumed me.

A drop of precum kissed the blade, and more was to follow as Tex stayed still. His cock jumped as I moved the knife lower.

"You've lost your fucking mind." He reached for me.

"Hands down."

Tex flexed his fingers before dropping his hands at his sides. His breathing was erratic. His chest was coated with a light sheen of sweat as his gaze stayed glued to the knife I had pressed against his cock.

I cupped his balls, and Tex's eyes widened as an unfiltered moan dripped heavily from his parted lips. His cock was an angry red, begging for a release I hadn't granted.

A whimper broke free the moment I let his balls go, and it made me smirk. He was a greedy thing. Even now, with a knife so close to him, his body was begging for more.

I moved the knife down further until it rested at the base of his cock.

"It would be a shame to cut this off." I stroked Tex's cock firmly for the first time since the elevator.

An undignified whimper bounced off the walls from Tex.

"You wouldn't," Tex said.

He met my eyes finally, and I let him see just how serious I was. A toy without a cock wasn't exactly ideal, but I'd still be able to use him.

Tex's Adam's apple bobbed. To make sure he knew how serious I was, I dragged the sharp blade over his flesh using hardly any pressure. Blood bubbled up to greet the knife mixing with the precum already dirting it.

"Fuck," a strangled moan left Tex.

"Don't move," I commanded.

Tex bit his lip but went still. I saw it the moment he gave in, unable to hold out. "Five... One... Three, five."

Disappointment and pride warred inside of me. I hadn't been sure for a second. He'd paid close enough attention, but my little rookie cop was proving he was a lot smarter than his test results showed.

The small drop of blood was nothing more than a tease and my instincts screamed for me to keep going. To spill more of the beautiful crimson liquid.

I pulled the blade away, and Tex sagged instantly, resting his ass against his calves. His pupils were blown as he took in shaky breaths.

"You deserve a reward, don't you agree?" I got up and opened the closet closest to the door. Tex's gaze followed me around the room as I grabbed everything I needed.

By the time I made it back over to him, he'd calmed down again, no longer on the edge of cumming. His eyes were a bit clearer as he stared at me.

"Lift and turn around."

Tex gave me no trouble, no doubt anticipating his reward. He turned around and sat up on his knees. I admired the shape of his firm ass and contemplated for the second time tonight carving the hideous tattoo off his ass cheek.

I opened the box, and the sound of cardboard tearing echoed around us. Tex's head began to turn, and I fixed it, forcing his head back the other way.

"Peek, and we will be done."

Tex sat up straighter, his back stiff with how hard he was holding himself up. It would be laughable, but I was sure if I did, he'd turn, and the fun would end before I was ready.

I didn't bother adding lube to the wireless prostate massager. The little black device was no bigger than a finger and a half.

"Spread yourself."

Tex's fingers were trembling as they grabbed each cheek and spread. His hole still glistened with lube, begging to be fucked. Soon. My cock pressed firmly against my pants, but I prided myself on my control. And with Tex, it had been tested repeatedly.

I rested the tip of the massager against his hole, teasing the puckered flesh, drawing a moan from Tex. I leaned over his shoulder to watch the side of his face as I shoved the massager in. His mouth opened, but no words came out as I acted quickly.

My arm wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist as we fell back against the floor. I pinned Tex's hands behind his back between our bodies. Even through my clothes, I could feel the heat radiating off his flesh.

I wove my other arm behind his head, still clutching the remote. Tex instantly struggled, trying to escape my hold, but it wasn't breaking as he lifted me an inch from the floor and slammed us back against it. A laugh rushed out of me as the pain added to the shockwaves of pleasure crashing through me.

"You're still hard, although I could kill you right now." My leg brushed against Tex's weeping cock.

I pressed the button on the remote, turning the vibrator to the highest setting. A choked-off groan came from Tex, and he started fidgeting around in my hold for a different reason. I applied more pressure, counting the seconds I could hold him.

The air around us got thinner until I was left panting. Six, seven, eight... Tex's body jerked, and the hot splashes of cum soaked into my pants. I released him a second later.

Another second passed, and Tex sucked in a gasping breath. I rolled him off me and sat up. My hair fell from the careful style I'd put it in. My heart was beating erratically as I stared down at Tex. He slowly blinked at me, and I smiled. He didn't move as I snatched the prostate massager out of his hole.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. All sound was drowned out by my heartbeat. I couldn't wait to sink into him. To ruin him even further.

"I'm not done with you yet." I rolled Tex over onto his side, his cloudy blue eye focused on me even now as he tried to take in deep breaths.

He was watching me. I'd always liked observing but being observed had never felt so good.

A smile broke out over my face as I relished in the new sensation coursing through my veins. I slipped the condom over my cock and hooked one of Tex's legs in my arm before I sank into him.

Tight wet heat strangled my cock as I plunged inside of him all at once. A strangled moan came from Tex, and I wanted to hear it again. It was too close to a cry.

The moment I thought about him crying, my cock jumped inside Tex. Tears spilling down his face. I bet they'd taste like heaven. I pulled back until only the tip of my cock rested against his hole. I snapped my hips forward. The clash of our flesh together resonated around me and was accompanied by the wet suction of Tex's lubed hole sucking me in. It was nearly as pleasing to listen to as the sound of internal organs slipping free of a body and splattering to the floor.

A shiver trickled down my spine alongside the sweat. It made my shirt cling to my skin, but even that irritation wasn't enough to make me stop.

My hand wrapped around his cock, and Tex whimpered. "Cum for me again."

He shook his head slowly, his eyelashes fluttering as I fucked him relentlessly. I tightened my hold on his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

Electricity danced up my spine, and with every thrust, I grew closer to climax. My breathing was erratic as I stared down at Tex. His cock grew hard, and he whimpered as a single tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.

My orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer, and I fought to stay upright as I filled the condom with my cum. My irritation at not filling and marking Tex was a small flame in the back of my mind as spots danced before me.

Tex's back arched, and his hole clenched around me, drawing out my orgasm as he came again. Only a few drops slipped free from his cock, and I was half tempted to keep stroking him. To see more of those tears. One isn't enough.

I stood up on shaky legs and stared down at Tex sprawled out on the floor. Cum decorated his torso and chest. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.

"You made another mess." I clicked my tongue and let out a sigh as I accepted the mess before me. "I'll have to punish you for it later."

Tex murmured in his sleep, and I took that for consent. I couldn't take my eyes off him. "You really should be careful of the monsters you seek out."

I forced myself to walk away and get cleaned up. A thorough shower and a fresh change of clothes later, I was set. I made quick work of straightening everything back up, even moving Tex to the bed and cleaning his body. I checked over the files in my coat and glanced at the time.