Giorgio (Vigilance 1)

He whimpered. “Y-yes.”

I slapped his ass again, harder this time, and he yelped. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I expect you to obey me. You don’t have to stay quiet, though. I want to hear you. Every moan, every whimper, every cry. You can beg me and tell me everything you want, but I’m going to do whatever I choose, and I’m not going to stop until we’re both thoroughly worn out.”

“Oh God. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me… sir.”

I hummed. “I love how eager you are to be used, to have this tight hole filled.” I teased his rim with a finger before pushing in just to the first knuckle. He worked his hips, trying to take more, and I spanked him. “No. You move when I tell you to.”

“Why is that so fucking hot?”

“Because you want to be controlled. Because you’re a slut for me.”

“Fuck yes.”

I pushed my finger in deeper and reached under him with my other hand so I could stroke his cock. I milked precum from his slit to ease my strokes. “You’re exactly what I needed tonight.”

“Yes. Me too. You.”

I let go of him and used the lube to slick up my fingers. He whimpered when I pushed two of them inside him. His ass clamped down hard. Fuck, he was going to feel so good around my dick.

“Relax and let me in. You know you need this.”

He gasped when I pushed deeper and rotated my hand. I finger-fucked him roughly, and he arched his back, clearly wanting more. “That’s it. Show me how much you need this.”

I curled my fingers, pressing against his prostate, and he cried out. “Fuck! So good.”

He didn’t hold anything back. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed of how desperately he needed me. What would it be like to be that open with my feelings?

I pulled my fingers from his ass. “I hope you’re ready because you’re getting my cock now.”

He turned and looked at me, mouth open, eyes dark with lust. “Yes, please.”

I quickly rolled on the condom and slicked myself up.

I pulled his ass cheeks apart and slid the tip of my cock over his entrance.

“Please don’t make me wait.”

I was going to love watching my cock disappear into him. His tight passage resisted as I pushed forward, but that didn’t make me stop. The whimpers he made were fucking beautiful.

“Fuck. That hurts, but I… I need it.”

“I know you do.” I moved slowly but relentlessly. When I was fully seated, I stopped to give Lane a chance to adjust. “You liked being all filled up?”

He squirmed under me, pushing back and making me gasp.

I gripped his hips tightly as I pulled out just a little and drove back in. His body squeezed my cock like a vise, and he made more of those gorgeous sounds.

“More. Need you to move.”

Jesus, he was fucking perfect. “I’ll move when I’m ready to.”

He writhed, fighting my hold and trying to get what he wanted. He had to know he wasn’t going to get the upper hand with me. “You want it rough, don’t you? You want to fight me.”

“God yes.”

I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and squeezed as I pinned him to the bed. “Don’t fucking move.”

He bucked, driving his hips back against me, and I thrust into him hard. He cried out as I kept going, fucking him mercilessly. Lane’s knees slipped out from under him, and after driving him into the mattress with several brutal thrusts, I let go of him and pulled out.

He turned halfway over and stared at me. His pupils were huge, and he looked utterly lust drunk. “Wh-why did you stop?”

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I stood at the end of the bed, grasped his legs, and yanked him toward me until I had him bent over the mattress, feet on the ground. His ass looked so fucking delectable. He moaned when I swiped my tongue over his hole, then cried out as I sank my teeth into his plump ass cheek.

I slid my hands along his back, pushing him into the mattress. “You’re going to stay just like this, and I’m going to use you hard. I want to hear you cry. I want you to beg me to let you come.

“Fuck yes. Please.”

I drove into him, shoving him against the end of the bed. I held his hips so he couldn’t get friction on his dick as I pounded his ass, wanting to hurt him, knowing that’s what he needed.

“Please. Please, I… can’t stop it. I need—”

“You need exactly what I’m giving you.” Lane moved his hand like he was going to reach for his cock, and I seized his wrists, gripping them tightly. “No. You come when I decide to let you. If I decide to let you.”

He looked at me, eyes wide.