Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

“What if I don’t—”

I positioned the ring behind his balls and around his cock. “I didn’t ask you if you wanted me to put it on. Our agreement says I won’t do anything that damages you. All this will do is make you remember the importance of obeying me.”

“I didn’t—”

“No more talking.”

Once I’d secured him, I glanced up. “I’m assuming there’s lube in here.”

Cameron just stared at me. Fuck. I had just told him not to talk, hadn’t I?

“Nightstand?”

He nodded. I found it there along with a box of condoms. I rolled one on and slicked myself up before climbing back onto the bed.

Anger burned in Cameron’s eyes as I positioned myself. I took hold of my cock and brushed it over his entrance, teasing him before pushing forward and opening him up.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“Submit to me.”

“Never.”

I pulled back, then pushed in a little more, fighting for the patience to let him adjust. I wanted him angry. I wanted his balls aching and his cock dripping precum as he begged for release, but I didn’t really want to hurt him. So I moved slowly until I felt his internal muscles relax.

Once I’d loosened him up, I pulled out, drove in hard, and kept fucking him until we were both sweaty and Cameron writhed under me, whimpering and arching his back, trying to rub himself against my abdomen. When he reached for his cock, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

“You have to earn the right to come. You have to be good for me.”

His eyes burned into mine. “You’re such a fucking bastard. Why are you doing this to me?”

“You know why.”

“Because I was a dick to you in high school when I was fifteen years old?”

“No, because you’re a dick to me now. And because I like it, and you know what?” I drove deep and held myself there. “So do you.”

He struggled, trying to free himself and push me off him, but he was no match for me. I pulled back and slammed my cock into him and he cried out.

“Fucking let me come.”

“No. Not tonight.”

“You didn’t tell me when to be ready.”

“None of that matters. Just. Take. What I’m giving you.” I drove into him a few more times and then I let myself go, coming as I watched him struggle for the release he wasn’t going to get.

I poured my hurt and anger into him as I slammed my hips against his ass. I wished I were bare inside him. I wanted him to be able to feel the heat of my cum. I opened my eyes then and looked down at him.

“I will have your complete submission before this is over. You’ll admit how much you need me to control you, to fucking own you.”

“No. Get the fuck out, Angelo.”

“You want me to leave so you can jerk off.”

“I don’t want to have to deal with your shit anymore.”

I grinned. He also didn’t want to be denied anymore. “I bet you thought about me all day.”

“No. I… Just no.”

He had. I was sure of it, just like I’d thought of nothing but him. I was going to leave, though. He’d only piss me off if I stayed. He was mine. Eventually, he’d realize it, but I didn’t have the patience to teach him tonight.

“You’re not allowed to come until I’m with you tomorrow. I’ll be here at the same time, and I expect you to be ready.”

He wasn’t going to obey. He was going to bring himself off as soon as I left, and I was going to call him on it tomorrow. Then I was going to punish him again, harder. I should probably feel bad for setting him up, but I didn’t. I walked to the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and dressed. When I looked back into the bedroom, Cameron was lying just like I’d left him.

“Take the cock ring off after I leave, but you only come when you’re with me.”

He held my gaze, fire in his eyes. I turned and left before I changed my mind and convinced myself I wanted to watch his jerk-off session.

17

Cameron

The coldness in Angelo’s eyes as he walked away pissed me off, but it hurt too, and that made me even madder. I didn’t want to long for his arms around me, his warm body in my bed, and if he thought I was just going to do his bidding and spend the rest of the night hard and wanting, he was way fucking wrong.

I unfastened the cock ring and tossed it away, not bothering to look where it landed. Rather than relief, all I felt was pain as normal blood flow was restored. I didn’t care. I was going to get off, even if it hurt.

I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and drizzled some along my cock. The ache in my balls intensified as I began to stroke myself. I desperately tried to latch on to one of the fantasies guaranteed to bring me off quickly, but Angelo intruded on every scenario. I gave up and began replaying my favorite porn scenes in my head. The tops all morphed into Angelo. I groaned in frustration.