Lucien (The Marchesi Family 1)

“This good. I’ve never… I’ve always been kind of disappointed.”

The men he’d been with clearly did not deserve him. “I won’t disappoint you. I may demand a lot of you, but you will enjoy every minute you spend in my bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I wouldn’t have stayed… if I didn’t think you… if I didn’t think it would be better with you.”

“It will be so much better, but first, I think I need to torment you one more time.”

His eyes widened, and he started to say something, but I added a second finger, and he bit down on his lower lip. I opened him up, working my fingers deeper until I was massaging his prostate. He arched off the bed and writhed as he tried to take more. He was so close. The color in his cheeks spread down his neck and over his chest, and he seemed to barely be able to breathe.

“Please, Lucien. Please.”

I loved when he used my name. I worked him faster, loving that his body knew what it wanted. He might not have known how much he craved a man’s control before he met me, but his body knew. He responded to me perfectly.

When I was sure he was ready to spill, I pulled my fingers from his body and let go of his cock.

“No. No, please.” His eyes shone with unshed tears. His cock was red, his balls so high and tight.

“You’re so responsive. So beautiful all needy like this. What if I made you wait until tomorrow to come?”

“No, you can’t. You said—”

I leaned over him and pinned his wrists to the bed. “Yes, I can. I can do anything I want to you. You need to remember who’s in charge. I could tie you up so there was no way you could touch yourself and leave you here, aching, needing. I could keep bringing you close to the edge all night.”

“Oh God, please don’t.”

His distress did me in. “Don’t worry. I meant it when I said I was going to have you tonight. I’m not going to walk away now.”

Peter exhaled sharply. “Thank you. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say.”

I stroked his cheek. “I know you will, Peter. You want to please me.”

“I do. I swear.”

“Good. Right now, what would please me is your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Peter whimpered as I moved up his body and straddled his shoulders. “I know you want me inside you, and you’ll get that, but I’ve been waiting for this ever since I made you kneel in my office. The way you looked up at me, expecting me to feed you my cock had me so hard it was all I could do to hold myself back.”

“Why did you?”

“I wanted to take my time with you, and my intention that day was to prove a point. You did exactly what I wanted, and making you wait made you want me more. Now open up.”

I teased his lips with the tip of my cock, and he did as I said. “Eyes on me,” I ordered as I made slow, shallow strokes into his mouth. He stared up at me, wonder and desire in his gaze. He was fucking perfect.

“You’re so beautiful like this. One day soon I’m going to put you on your knees and fuck your face until I come down your throat, but right now, I needed you to get my cock ready to drive into your tight ass, and you needed something to distract you from the ache in your balls.”

Peter moaned around me, and I wondered just how fast he could bring me off. I was close to my breaking point after waiting as long as I had for him. A few moments later, I pulled back and brushed his sweaty hair from his forehead.

“You’ve taken your punishment well, Peter. Now it’s time to be rewarded.” I settled back between his legs. I wanted to push right into him and feel his heat around my bare cock, but that wasn’t something I was going to force him into, so I rolled on the condom and slicked myself up.

“I’ll go slow as you adjust to me, but I’m going to fill you all the way up, take you, own you, and when I’m ready for it, you’re finally going to get to come.”

“Please, sir.”

“Turn over.” He did, wrapping his arms around the pillow, arching his back to push his needy little ass toward me. I lined up my cock at his entrance, and he gasped as I surged forward.

“You can take it. You were made to be mine.” I reached underneath him and took hold of his cock. He relaxed as I worked his length, and I pushed in deeper.

“S-so big.”

I chuckled. “I am, but you’re ready for me. I want to be all the way inside you, and I get what I want.”