Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

“No.” I gripped the edge of the counter and looked down, but I was sure he already knew I wasn’t as horrified as I pretended to be. My cock was still as hard as ever, and it was all I could do to keep still.

He teased my cock, rubbing his finger over the tip. I watched as he caught a drop of precum and spread it around the head.

“Look at me, Cameron.”

I did.

“Are you lying again?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking. Sometimes being forced to be honest is punishment in itself.”

He was right. I wished he’d just walk away rather than make me talk. “I can’t.”

“You don’t want to, but I’m not giving you a choice. I want to know what you think about me caging this gorgeous cock of yours.” He wrapped his hand around me again and stroked me slowly, making my breath catch.

“Please, Angelo.” I didn’t want to beg him, not for anything, but I had to do something to distract him from the idea that he owned not only my body but also my thoughts.

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me again. Please don’t leave me like this.”

“What do you need, Cameron?”

“I need to come.”

He stroked my cock again, gripping me tighter this time. “Do you understand that you don’t get to come unless I give you permission?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He tipped my chin up again, forcing me to meet his gaze. I wanted to fight him, to pull away and tell him to get the fuck out, and yet… I could never remember wanting a man this much.

“You’re not seriously going to—”

“The right answer is ‘yes, sir.’”

“Angelo—”

“Anything I want. That’s what you have to give me.”

“Yes, sir.” I spat the words out, angry with myself for giving in.

I despised everything about the situation except the feel of his hand on my cock, the sheer potency of him. Why did he have to be the guy I fantasized about for years? I’d finally chosen a new path, a new career, and here he was, fucking with my chance to succeed.

He moved his hand up and down my shaft faster now. “This is exactly what you want, isn’t it? To be dominated like this. Taken. Owned. Caged.”

“Fuck you!”

He ignored me, wrapping his hand around both of us again and thrusting his hips to fuck himself against me. I was so close. His hand around me felt so good. He seemed to know the perfect way to work me. I kept shifting my gaze from his hand, where he fisted our cocks, to his gorgeous arms. I loved seeing him with his sleeves rolled up as much as I had in high school. Even in a suit, he looked like a fucking badass, like exactly the kind of man I gave myself to in my fantasies. I couldn’t let him know how often I’d imagined a man taking charge like this, taking away my choices, making me do what he said.

“Please, I need…”

He groaned. “I know what you need, but I’m not ready to give it to you.”

“I can’t wait.”

“You can. Do not come yet.”

How the hell did he expect me to stop it when he kept working his hips, sliding his cock along mine? I wanted to reach for him, to feel his bulging muscles move under my hands. I squeezed the counter so hard my hands ached.

“Look at me.”

I did, and dear God, his eyes held so much heat, along with something else I couldn’t read at all.

“Come for me, Cameron. Show me how much you need this. Show me how much you need me.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him I didn’t need anything from him, but I couldn’t say a word because burning hot pleasure seared through me. A few more strokes of his hand and I lost myself to it. I shoved my fist into my mouth to muffle my cries as my orgasm hit. Cum pumped from my cock, coating his hand. He kept going, sliding his hand up and down my dick until it was too much. Then he made the sexiest sound I’d ever heard as he came too. I couldn’t look away from the ecstasy on his face. I moaned as his hot spunk slid down my cock. I didn’t care that his grip hurt now because I was too sensitive. I wanted more. I wanted all those dark things he’d promised.

Finally, he let go and stepped back. He seemed unsteady on his feet, and I liked that. I wanted him to be as affected as I was. He grabbed a towel from a stack on the shelf, wiped his hand and his cock, then tucked himself back into his pants.

“I’ll be at your apartment tonight at seven o’clock. Be ready.” He turned and walked toward the door.

“What does ready mean?”

Angelo glanced back over his shoulder and studied me for several seconds. “Naked and kneeling.”