Power Play

“Dammit, are you going to fuck me or are you going to stand there staring at me all day?” I chuckled.

“Impatient are we?” I trailed a hand gently over the curve of his ass. He shuddered, knowing very well what that hand could do to him if he misspoke again. I was breaking him, bit by bit. He came to me more and more often, sought me out more and more often. Usually I would be the one who sought him out, but that was changing. And I didn't mind in the least, the more often I got laid the better it was for everyone.

And he was learning, albeit slowly, the rules. The one that he had no trouble following was the most important and that was he not talk about what we were doing outside of the moments when we were alone. That one he had down easily, he had his own reputation to preserve. But there were others.

He still was cheeky and arrogant to me-both alone and in public. I was willing to begrudge him just a little bit of his arrogance in public, after all, if he acted that way to everyone, why should I be any different. I didn't need people poking around to find out what it was that we did.

I ran a finger down his back, stopping just at the tip of the crack. He shivered again. I loved the reaction I had from him. I was slowly but surely pulling him into my control. I could have him calling him master if I wanted to, but I saw no need for that. I'm sure he would agree willingly, but I saw no point in using the term.

I could tell him to jump, and he would. He wasn't quite to the point of asking how high yet, but he would be there soon enough. He still had his apprehensions, but it wouldn't be long before they were gone as well. It wouldn't be long before all I would have to do is look at him and know that he would be here, waiting, ready as always in the small motel room.

I was lucky that the clerk knew me, and knew enough to keep his mouth shut. Largely because he was smart enough to know better, know that I could kill someone and get away with it quite easily. Not only did I know how to stage the almost perfect murder, but I had the one thing that Oliver did not, I had the friends to cover my ass. There was no such thing as the perfect murder, but there was the perfect cover-up.

He moaned low and deep as I slid one finger into him, partly, just barely dipping inside, pulling out just as quickly. I was going to tease him, make him want this, make him beg for me. I had him begging the last time, it had been so much fun. But this time I could make him beg without the ties, this time I would make him beg me with just pure control. Break him all the more.

Embarrass him, drag him down a few pegs and knock that arrogant grin off his face. That was what I was doing. Making him want me, beg for me, love me, while I couldn't care less about him. Well, that wasn't entirely true, I did like to see him happy because when he was happy he was much more eager to go at it, which meant that I was happier. But aside from that, I didn't care about him.

He was expendable. I never liked him. I raked my teeth along the ridge that was his spine, stopping at the small of his back. He lay there, poised and ready in front of me, silently pleading with me to thrust into him. But I wasn't going to. I wasn't going to give him that. I wasn't going to let him get his release.

I walked around the bed, light fingertips grazing and teasing. He wanted this, he wanted me, his eyes were almost black with lust and he was throbbing. But I wasn't going to let him have any relief. Not until he begged for it, for me. I pulled his head up by his hair and caught him in a bruising kiss.

He groaned into my lips and tried to thrust against the sheets, trying for some, any friction. I let him go for a minute before catching his hips. “No.” I said sharply and firmly, the same tone of voice I used when attempting to train that damn mutt that Abby had dragged in one day.

He glared at me and I glared back, waiting for him to back down. It didn't take long for him to actually do so, turning his attention back to the sheets. I rubbed against him, teasing the entrance, and he wanted me to do nothing more than drive right in, but I wasn't going to.

I grabbed him firmly, causing him to squeal as I tightened my grip. He tried to thrust against my hand, but I held on so that I moved with him. I let go after a long minute and he again had an almost feral look in his eyes. Just when he was busy trying to figure out what I was going to do with my hands next, I thrust into him.

He moaned as I started on a rhythm, trying to get his own pleasure out of it. I shook my head. “I'm the one that this is for.” I tell him softly. “you're here for me, I'm not here for you.” another cold shiver runs up his spine from my hot breath in his ear as I hiss to him, thrusting hard in and out.

He's close, he's building, I can tell. But he's going to need something to get him off, and I wasn't going to permit him anything. Each time he reached down, I pinned his arm down and kept going at it. I was getting close too, but I could put it off.

I grabbed him again, this time allowing him to thrust against my hand until just before the moment of release and he made a funny little mewling sound in the back of his throat. I grinned and thrusted without care into him, fucking him, hard.

He was moaning, gasping, wanting nothing more than to explode. It wasn't long before I finished, leaving him there. I pulled out and watched him go down to touch himself, to get himself off. I grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head.

“Never said you can do that, did i ?” I said, kicking his legs out from underneath him, causing him to hit the bed, hard. He groaned in pain and pleasure. I put one knee on his ass, driving him harder into the sheets. He rocks back and forth, trying to get friction going and I drive harder against him to stop him from moving. I pull his hands back to pin them behind his back, holding him there.

I bend down and bite his neck, hard, low enough for it to be covered by a shirt collar. He was mine. Anyone else who stripped him down to have him wouldn't be able to miss that fact. He was mine, and he liked it.

He didn't even try to struggle against me, instead he fought to relax, but I had him pinned at an awkward angle. I kept him there for as long as I knew he could take it before it started causing damage, and let him up just enough for him to shift. He looked so damn sexy with his hands pinned behind him, ass up in the air begging me to take him again.

There was something about this raw, animalistic passion that turned me on more than any normal screw. I could go more times than I could with any woman, no matter how intense the sex was with them, it just didn't have this raw hatred fueling it, this desire to dominate, make him utterly willing and submissive, break him through sex alone. It was what made this different, more intense.

I walked around to be in front of him and all but forced myself into his mouth. He eagerly licked and sucked. The first time he had been so unwilling to do that, but he learned the technique very quickly. If one thing was to be said about him, it was that he was a quick study, it didn't take him long at all to learn what to do.

And it took him just barely longer to learn to enjoy it. I pulled back away from him and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Say it.” I ordered him.

“Let me-” He started and stopped.

“Say that you want me. Tell me what you want to happen.” He didn't want to say it, he hated saying it, which is why i delighted so in making him.

“I want to be fucked by you. I want to suck you off. I want to cum.” I grinned and thrust myself back into the warm wetness of his mouth. Every time he does this I debate making things even more embarrassing for him, pulling out at the last second, but I never do, but if it takes too long to break him, I very well may have to try it.

His deft tongue circles the tip yet again and I feel it building to the brink. I wrap my free hand in his hair and pull him back and forth across me as fast as I can, before holdnig him all the way onto me, forcing him to swallow me down.

He's back to thrusting against the sheets and I reach out to grab him again. “Do you want this?” I ask him menacingly, tightening my grip. “Beg for it.” He holds my glare, but my grip is just slowly increasing, a little bit of pressure at a time until he can't take it anymore.

“Please, let me cum. Please.” I grin and release my grip, letting him thrust against my hand, building up to a sweet release before I get up and throw my clothes back on, leaving him lying there, spent.