Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

“You’re forcing me to pay off a debt I didn’t take on, but you’re fucking hot, Angelo. There’s no point in denying it. My body will respond to you, but you won’t fucking break me. You won’t make me yours.”

I would, though. I would make him mine, and I would enjoy every fucking minute of it. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started pumping him slowly, knowing I wasn’t giving him the friction he craved. He tried to turn away, but I tightened my grip on his jaw. “You’re going to look at me while I bring you off. You’re going to know it’s my hand you crave, my cock you wish was filling you up.”

“No, I fucking don’t.”

“Yes, you do. Your ass is aching for it. You want to know what it’s like to be speared on my dick as I ride you hard and make you beg for it.

He swung, intending to hit me, but I caught his wrist before he made contact. “You’ll be punished for that.”

“You said you wouldn’t—”

“Hurt you? I said I wouldn’t damage you. Taking my belt to your ass isn’t going to damage you. It’s just going to teach you to show me some respect.”

“Angelo, you can’t fucking treat me like—”

I cut off his words by tightening my grip on his cock.

He snarled as I stroked him faster. “I really fucking hate you.”

“Good.”

I worked him until a groan escaped. When I let go of his cock, he shifted his hips, silently asking for more.

“Don’t move.” I opened cabinets until I found some olive oil, grabbed it, and set it down beside Cameron.

“What are you… You can’t—that’s not safe with condoms.”

“Relax, I gave you my word I’d follow your fucking rules, now show me you’ll follow mine.”

“This is so wrong.”

“That’s what makes it so fun.”

I pulled my jacket off, tossed it onto the counter beside him, and rolled up my sleeves before I undid my pants and pulled my cock out. When I glanced up at Cameron, I caught him staring as I stroked myself. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck off, Angelo.”

“You’re really asking to be punished, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a fucking child.”

“I assure you the punishments I like to give aren’t for children.” I poured a little oil in my hand so I could slick up our cocks before I wrapped my hand around us both. Cameron hissed as I flexed my hips, making my cock slide along his.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“No.”

“I won’t tolerate you lying to me, Cameron. You can tell me you hate me if that’s the truth. You can tell me you think I’m beneath you, that I’m no one you’d ever choose to be with, but don’t lie to me.”

“What are you going to do to me if I do? I’ve already surrendered control to you.”

I laughed. “Bullshit. You haven’t given me anything, but you will. And trust me, you don’t want to see what I’ll do if you defy me on this. I don’t need to damage you to make you sorry.”

Cameron shivered. I couldn’t wait to show him how good pain could be when he was in the right place to receive it. I worked our cocks with a firm grip until his breathing was ragged, his pupils huge.

“Th-that’s… that’s not punishment.”

“No, but what if I stopped?” I let go of him, stepped back, and then wrapped a hand around my own cock and continued jerking off. “What if I left you like that, made you watch me bring myself off, and refused to let you come today?” His gaze burned into me. Anger and lust that fueled my need.

“I could just jerk off after you left.”

I shook my head. “You’re not allowed to come unless you’re with me.”

“You can’t stop me from—”

“I control you, remember?”

“How would you know?”

“Do you honestly think you wouldn’t betray yourself?”

“I…” I could tell he wanted to deny it, but he was easy as fuck to read.

“If I can’t trust you, I could always put you in a cage.”

“A c-cage?” Now he looked truly scared.

“A cock cage. You’d be all locked up, waiting for me.”

“Oh my God. You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

9

Cameron

I knew what a cock cage was in theory, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen one. I’d certainly never imagined letting a man put one on me in one. Would Angelo stop if I told him that was going too far? All he’d promised me was that he wouldn’t truly hurt me, and a cage wouldn’t. It would just be… fucking humiliating. Horrible. Hot as fuck.

No! I didn’t want that. I might be turned on by his aggression. I might like him to hold me down and tell me what to do, but controlling my orgasms, my ability to touch myself… That went way beyond what I fantasized about.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? About me locking your cock away from you.”