Power Play

I stalked in to find him standing there, hovering over Lily while she worked. “Look, I told you, I'm busy tonight-” She argued and I smirked.

“Is Detective Seely bothering you Lily?” I ask, my hatred for the boy dripping off the way that I said his name.

“No.” She lied and I walked all the way into her office, standing across from him.

“Because it certainly looks like he is. Didn't I warn you about pestering my staff?” I ask him and he meets my glare. Sparks fly, and not the good kind.

“I am not pestering, doc.” He argues and I inch closer.

“It looks like you are.” I hold his stare coldly, unblinking, edging slowly closer to him before he finally backs down.

“I was just leaving.” He said and started for the door and I smirk. Lily gives me a look thats equal parts relieved and annoyed, I know she likes him, but he is mine. Although I could trust Lily not to fully take him away from me, it would require an explanation from me, and while I knew I could trust her with my deepest, darkest secret, I still did not want to tell anyone, especially not anyone that I worked with.

I pause a moment than follow him out to the elevator, guaranteeing that we're alone before leaning into him. “I told you not to come around here and pester my staff.” I hiss into his ear. He fights off a shiver and I grin. I pin his hands above his head and kiss him hard, driving one leg between his, pushing up, pleasure and pain in one. He groans and I can feel him hardening from it. “And for blatantly disobeying me-” I start.

“Disobey, what are you now, my mother?” I smirk.

“No, but you-” I drive upwards harder with me knee, causing him to double over slightly on it. “Are mine.” I whisper in a tone that would be almost seductive. He glares at me. He doesn't want to be mine, he doesn't want the power I have over him, but yet he can't help it, can't stop it.

He's mine, no matter how much he likes it, he keeps coming back for it. He never objects to it, always agreeing, always being mine. The elevator grinds to a halt and I hold the door close button as he looks at me with almost pleading eyes as he adjusts his pants. “Tonight?” He asks and I smirk, nodding, letting him out.

The rest of the afternoon was spent planning things out. He had willingly disobeyed me, he was going to be punished. I grin to myself, thinking of the all the things I could do, things that hadn't already been done to him. It's a good thing that I'm spending most of it behind my desk, where no one can see where my thoughts are drifting to.

I mange to hide those thoughts long enough to get out of the office and grab something quick to eat before heading to the familiar seedy motel and checking in, earlier than usual, waiting. When the door finally opens again, I catch him before he can do anything else, pinning his hands above his head.

I undo his tie with one handed ease, slipping it around one wrist with ease, shoving him hard down against the bed and affixing the other end of the tie to the bedpost. He looks at me a little stunned as I pull his handcuffs off of his belt to do the same with his other wrist. He looks at me a little surprised that I didn't use my own tie, but I have another use for that. I unbutton his shirt, staring at the expanse of flesh there. I had learned a long time ago that he rarely wore an undershirt and that worked to my advantage. I backed away for a moment, staring at him, circling him like a wolf circles its prey.

I reach down and pinch one flat nipple hard and he yelps. I grin and pull his pants down roughly, not caring about the way that they rub against the rapidly growing bulge. I eye my own tie, which had already been discarded. There are two things that I can think of using it for, and decide to use it for the first one.

I wrap it tightly around his eyes and he gives me an uncertain look. But he's not going to speak out against me. There is an unspoken truce between us-no matter how rough I am with him, I never hurt him, not seriously, never beyond a few bumps and bruises that'll go away within a day or two. I may hate him, but I don't have it in me to willingly hurt someone else beyond that.

I turn him over, and he winces slightly as the bones in his wrist catch in the handcuffs, his ass in front of me. I lean down and nip his neck, knowing that I'm leaving a bruise. He moans stifling it in a pillow. I trail my mouth lower, kissing along his spinal column before moving the elastic of his boxers back and biting down hard on one rounded curve grinning at his scream.

I back away from him, leaving him wondering where I am and what I had in store for him next. I pull the bit off fabric completely off of him and step back again. I'm straining against my pants and unzip them. I see him raise up instinctively, waiting for me to take him, but he doesn't get that pleasure. Instead, my hand goes back and connects hard with his flesh with a slap.

He winces and whimpers and my grin simply broadens. I do it again, thinking that he looks so much better with his flesh a nice rosy red. He groans as my hand connects again and again, I can see just how much it hurts him, but yet he acts as if it's nothing, if it wasn't for the way he was all but gnawing a hole in the pillow, you'd never know how much it hurts him.

Suddenly, I back away from him again, and he whimpers, searching for my touch. I lean in again with a bruising, biting touch. I flip him back over, grinning at the way he tries to avoid putting weight on his ass. I grab him firmly by both hips and push him down against the bed.

I look him over once before deciding to do something that I have never tried before. I take him into my mouth, my teeth fully bared and he whimpers as I rake them along him. It surprises me at how large he is, I really do take it for granted how easily and eagerly he pleasures me. But this isn't about pleasure, this is about punishment. I rake my teeth back long him, pulling off of him and nipping first one side then the other. He curses loudly and I smirk. “Watch your language.” I tease, taking him back into my mouth and biting down ever so slightly.

He nearly leaps off the bed at that and I'm grinning. I want to turn him into a quivering, begging mass, and I'm well on my way there. The boy needs to be broken, needs to be shown exactly who he belongs to. I reach one hand out and pull down hard on his balls, and he whimpers as I squeeze tighter and tighter, increasing the painful pleasure. Suddenly I pull back from all contact at all.

I keep driving him to the edge and keeping him back from it. I'm going to break him. Even if it takes more than one night, I'm willing to spend the time it takes to break him. Make him mine, my personal pet, to do with as I please. He's already so close to being there, he just needs to learn how to wipe that arrogant smirk off of his face whenever he's around me. I have every right to have that arrogant smirk, he does not.

I can't stand it anymore though, I feel like I'm going to explode, it's torture for him, not for me. I strip down and climb onto the bed, poising myself above his mouth. His lips part, taking me in, and he does it so well. The way his tongue easily licks me, how he tries to swallow me down whole.

I debate pulling out, away from him at the last second to further humiliate him, but what he's doing to me erases all thought from my mind. I groan as I make sure not to pull out of his mouth until he's almost choking, gagging from it, before rolling off of the bed and to the other side of the room.

I sit down in one of the lounge chairs and pull out a cigar, lighting it, taking my time with it. He turns his head towards the direction of the smoke and I merely grin. I was enjoying this far too much, enjoying all the things that I was doing to him, the way I was breaking him.

He's starting to go soft and I walk over and squeeze him hard, chuckling as he bucks into my hand. “Do you think you're going to get off that easy?” I hiss into his ear, moving back across the room. I watch him disinterestedly, grinning at the way that he's still hard, I wasn't going to let him have his pleasure until he begged for it.

I stub out the cigar and flip him back over violently before thrusting into him. He screams at the unexpected move. He groans as I move in and out inside of him. I reach my hand back and slap him again, instantly brining the nice shade of pink that had started to fade back to the surface.

I do it again and again and he's bucking back against me. I reach in from and grab a small bit of skin from his balls and pinch it tightly between two fingernails causing him to yelp again. He was in pain, both from his ass and the way I was pinching my way across his front, and so very very close.

I can feel his climax building and give a sharp tug straight down, extending his pleasure and pulling out of him. He whimpers at the loss of contact, he's been whimpering for the past half hour. I merely smirk and capture him in a bruising kiss, biting down hard on his lip. He's yearning for any contact, anything he can get.

I roll beneath him and bite down hard on one nipple. He groans and he starts trying to thrust against the sheets. I laugh and pull his hips back, holding them in place so that he can't move. “I didn't say you could do that, now did I?” I tell him and slap him hard-harder than I had before.

Five times in all, each blow getting harder. I trace just the tips of my fingers across the reddened flesh and he moans, louder as I trail one single finger across his cock, which is more swollen than it had ever been before. He moans and I pull down yet again on his balls. He thrusts forward again, and again, my hands are on his hips, staying him.

He keeps bucking, trying to thrust through my hands, trying to get any friction whatsoever. I thrust hard into him and he groans. “You want it, you beg for it.” I growl, leaning my body weight against his back, forcing him down, forcing his cock into the sheets, to bend at an unnatural angle.

He doesn't want to, he's too proud to, but I'm going to break him. “All you have to do is beg.” I tell him, thrusting into him with wild abandon. He's turned me on more than I had ever been before. But he's not going to beg. I laugh as I pull the tie that's wrapped around his eyes tighter.

“Oh look, poor baby Seely's been crying, did I hurt you that badly?” I mock him, thrusting hard, pushing him as hard as I can into the bed. “What's worse, the pain, or knowing that you can't cum until you beg for it? Knowing that until you beg for it, you don't get what you want the most.”

I pull back, tracing him again from base to tip, pinching him, squeezing him. “Please.” I hear him whisper hoarsely.

“Please what?” I say, thrusting in and out of him again.

“Please let me-please.” He moans and I grin, squeezing him tightly again as I thrust into him, and he starts bucking against my hand, moaning at the sweet friction before he finally explodes, and I let loose inside of him.

“Remember, you're mine.” I tell him as I undo the handcuffs and tie that hold him to the bed along with the one around his eyes. He meets my own glare, defiant, but ever so much the more broken. He was just like a wild horse, all I have to do his break him, the ride may be wild until I do, but he'll be just as fun, and a lot less work once he's mine and mine alone.