I clenched hard around his fingers. The tone of his harsh, crass command and the roughness of how he was handling my body sent me spiraling into submission. I loved the pain and humiliation that came with it. The sounds my pussy was making as he pumped his fingers into me were enough proof. But I couldn’t give him my full submission yet, not before I knew one more thing. “No, Laius. I don’t want our first time to be like this.”
“And I said you don’t have a say in it anymore. Not after what you’ve done. You need to be punished, so you’ll take my cock however I like whenever I like over and over until you learn never to ditch me ever again.” He swatted my pussy again, and I’d never been more aroused. Why did I like this so much? “Time for me to teach you a lesson, Miss Meneceo.”
“I understand you’re upset about yesterday, but shouldn’t I be, too?”
“About what?!”
“That lovely woman out there.”
“You broke her fucking nose.”
“Because she was about to attack me when she found out I was asking about you. She was obviously territorial.”
He laughed under his breath as his free hand squeezed around the curve of my waist. “You’re jealous, baby girl?”
“Yes.” There was no point in denying it. “You keep saying I’m yours. Doesn’t that make you mine, too?” I wanted eye contact when I said that. I tilted my head to look at him, but there wasn’t enough leeway. “It’s the only way I’ll have it, Laius,” I said anyway. “I don’t care about club culture or the privileges of your rank, so I want you to answer me honestly. Do you have any serious relationship with that woman or any other woman?”
“No.”
A shred of relief soothed me. “Okay, but did you…”
“Did I what? Fuck her?”
“Um-hum.” I swallowed, bracing for the information he was about to reveal.
“Yes.”
A lump clogged my throat. “Last night?”
“You don’t get to complain, you know? I just came out of prison, and my people came all the way here to throw me that party. I was supposed to be enjoying my freedom, having fun. You would have been a big part of it if you showed up. You were supposed to be there in my fucking bed, taking my cock all night and all morning. Instead, I spent the whole day being a motherfucking idiot. I waited for you, went to find you at your place, fucking twice, and left you a hundred messages. You didn’t even bother to tell me you’re okay.”
“Look, I’m so sorry that I didn’t come yesterday, but I was afraid, okay? Terrified out of my mind that I…” My voice betrayed me.
“Afraid of what?”
“Many things. One of them is this very situation. So tell me, Laius, did you fuck her last night?”
He buried his nose in the side of my neck and then bit the tender flesh in a kiss. “You don’t know how much I wanna hurt you and say yes, but I promised myself I wouldn’t lie to you.” His lips bit my shoulder and then I felt the scruff of his light beard traveling down on my back. His fingers left my pussy, and I almost begged for him to fill that brutal emptiness. I used the little freedom he allowed my body to turn and see him.
He was in his cut, a black t-shirt under it, crouching, his face level with my mound when I faced him. The tip of his cock poked out of his jeans, and a piece of jewelry silvered in it. I tingled with arousal at the sight of it and the anticipation of what it could be doing to my clit.
His fingers dug in my butt, squeezing, bringing me to his mouth. “I didn’t touch a single woman since I’ve learned the smell of your cunt, Jo.” He took a big whiff at my pussy, like a dog and his bitch. It was depraved and animalistic and probably the sexiest thing someone had ever done to me. Then his tongue darted inside of me, licking my wetness. “I don’t think I can even if I want to. I’m addicted to you, you witch.”
I trembled, hiccupping gasps, under the onslaught of his mouth, words, tongue and lips. “Laius.”
He grabbed my hands and brought them to his hair, asking me with his beautiful, lustful gaze to touch him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him burying his face between my thighs, taking his tongue as deep as possible.
Those Polynesian men and their papaya eating skills had nothing on Laius Lazzarini. As if he’d given me head a thousand times before, his mouth knew where to drive me over to the edge in no time, and his tongue mastered when to flick and when to flutter.
His mischievous eyes lifted to me, needy and smoldering and intent and commanding, as if he was telling me to come with just his gaze, and I was far gone. I moaned as I came hard in his mouth, trying to keep my voice down because the people outside would definitely hear us in this torn down house. But then I changed my mind and screamed as hard and loud as this orgasm. Let them hear it. All of it. Let them know Furore was mine.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. The best thing that ever touched my mouth.” His tongue lapped over me, licking and slurping. “I can’t get enough. Come in my mouth one more time,” he said into my pussy, and I was throbbing with need again even though I just came.
“Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Not even close.”
“Am I still getting punished?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Then, first, give it to me.”
His eyes dilated with more desire, and I became naughtier. “Your punishment, give it to me. I want it. All of it.”
With a snarling groan, he rose, my juices staining his mouth and beard. Then he got out of his clothes and stood stark naked before me. I literally salivated as my gaze traveled down his muscular, inked body. Then my eyes widened when I saw the full hard length of him in the daylight. I’d touched him without seeing before and had a good idea of his intimidating size. Then in that holding cell, I saw part of him, but it was relatively dark, we were fighting and he didn’t have his jewelry. But neither had prepared me for the real deal.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” He took my hand and guided it around his cock. Then he moved my fist all the way down to the base, where I felt not one but all three of the pieces of jewelry adorning him, and then back up to the crown. “Don’t you wanna take all of it?”
Was it too late to take it back? I laughed at myself. While his size could be a problem with my statement, it wasn’t something totally new for me. Tirone was big, too, and, with the proper care and patience, I’d learned how to take him. But Furore didn’t look like he was going to be patient or careful with his plans of punishing me. And he was thicker with a plum-sized crown and more jewelry than I believed he had. “I didn’t know you had three piercings.” One in the crown, another in the middle of the shaft and the last at the base.
“Now, you do.” He took my thumb and put it inside my mouth. Then he made me suck it ever so slowly, holding my gaze. Heat traveled down my body and centered me as his eyes darkened. There was something, almost magical, in his eyes that had the power to turn me on more than his incredible body and experienced touch. And when he made me do things to him and for him while penetrating me with his eyes, I was a puppet in his capable hands that would do whatever he said to fulfill his desires however dark or depraved.
He put his leg between mine, spreading my knees apart, and made me suck two more fingers. “Spit in your palm.”
I did. “If you want me to suck your cock—” I’d be more than happy to. But he didn’t let me say it. He just grabbed my wet hand and put it back on his hardness.
He hissed under my touch, as I lubed him with my saliva, and I’d never felt more powerful. “I haven’t had my cock sucked in months, and I’ve been sporting this motherfucking erection for over twenty-four hours, waiting for you to take care of it.” He swiped his thumb along my lips back and forth, and my breath snagged in my chest. “You wrap these lips around my cock now, I’ll nut in ten seconds.”
My tongue misbehaved and licked his thumb. I wanted to suck on his fingers like he made me suck mine. I was too empty and needed any part of him inside me. He smirked and let me suck. Then pre-cum glistened as I stroked him. I smeared the liquid around him, feasting on the arousing view. “Where are you going to come this time?”
“You’ll see,” he growled, his voice strained as my fist traveled up and down his length. Then he dipped his hardness into my folds, just a tiny bit, and came out. A few strokes later, he did the same, but with his fingers pinching my nipple.
I stopped sucking his finger with a pop. “Stop teasing me like that. Please.”
His answer was more pussy teasing with his engorged cock and a spank. Slow burn. That was how he loved to torture me, making me picture things, growing with need and anticipation, while knowing that he was more than capable of delivering, of taking me to places, to levels of pleasure I hadn’t reached before, and yet denying me.
“Seriously, either fuck me now or let me make you come so you can start fucking me for real.”
I noticed the glow in his eyes every time I said fuck, and I knew he needed me as much as I needed him. But he wouldn’t listen, driving me crazy with this edging technique while he added more spanking on my butt and pussy.
“God!” I was tingling with painful need, my clit pulsing in protest. “Have you not been waiting for me to take your cock? I’m right here and want nothing but to take it. All of it.” I didn’t care if he was going to impale me or rapture something. I needed him inside me. Now.
“You want my cock in your slutty pussy, beg for it, you little bitch.”
It seemed like I still had a serious degradation kink to like this so much I was ready to go on my knees and beg like the whore I was. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I rasped.
It seemed that was all the control he had, because the moment I said those two words in that desperate need, he carried me and placed me on the mattress that looked fairly new compared to the dingy place, as if it was brought especially for the occasion. Then he spread me and placed his knees on either side of me.
“Do you have a condom?” I panted.
“I’m clean.”
“But—”
“Nothing is gonna be between you and me. I wanna feel you around me, clenching and weeping, not a fucking bag.” He pressed against me, not waiting for approval, and then he pulled my legs and wrapped the ankles around his hips and pushed inside of me.
I gasped a moan at the first entry, the ring in his crown hitting my clit instantly. He retreated a little and pushed again, getting himself deeper in me, until I felt the second hoop between my folds.
His face reddened and sweat appeared on his forehead. “You’re so tight. How are you so fucking tight? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, baby.”
“No. But I… I didn’t…” I stuttered between gasps as he didn’t stop thrusting his hips. It was hard to speak when he was half way inside of me and stroking his way to make me take more of him.
“You didn’t what?” He groaned.
My back arched as I cried out from the incredible stretch and the utter pleasure of his filling me. “I only lost my virginity…a few months ago.”
He stilled, an alarming gleam in his eyes.
“Laius, please, don’t stop. You’ve tortured me enough. You can’t keep doing this to me. I need you. I’m right here, all yours and begging like you said I would because I fucking need you.”
“Tell me you had more than one guy.”
This wasn’t how I imagined my first time with Furore. It had far less talking and much more fucking, and certainly didn’t include any mention of my ex. “That’s out of character coming from you. You sounded like the jealous possessive type. I thought you’d be happy I didn’t sleep with so many men.”
“I am madly jealous and possessive of you.” He slammed into me hard, ripping a painful moan out of me. “That’s why I’m flipping that you only had one guy and it was a few months ago. Are you still seeing him?”
“No.”
“Are you fucking in love with him?” His voice was pure agony and rage.
Shit. I wasn’t ready for this question, and my hesitation turned his stare into flames. “Am I a fucking rebound to you?”
“No, no! God, Laius. If you were a rebound, I wouldn’t be so afraid. I wouldn’t care if you were sleeping with someone else, and I wouldn’t care how you saw me if you knew about…”
“Knew about what?”
Tears sprung to my eyes. “Can we please talk about this later?”
“Knew about what?” he gritted.
I looked away, guilt and shame covering me, but also frustration and despair because I truly needed Laius and he was this close to hating and leaving me. I wished I could have at least known what it felt to be his for one day. “He was my student, okay? I…I slept with my student.”
“So?”
I frowned at his nonchalance. How could he not see the issue? “So it was illegal and forbidden.”
“Who gives a shit? How old was he anyway?”
More shame and tears burned me. “We were supposed to wait until he was eighteen. I insisted, but…” I blew out a shaking breath. “We couldn’t. He was seventeen, and I should have stopped it because I was the fucking adult, but I didn’t.”
“That’s the worst of your shit you didn’t want me to know that you ditched me yesterday for?”
“Yes, Laius. I did a horrible thing, and I can’t forgive myself for it. I was terrified how you were going to see me after I told you.”
“For fuck’s sake. You’re what? Five years older than him. That’s nothing. He was fucking seventeen, and by the looks of it, not a fucking virgin. You were. So he was taking advantage of you, not the other way around. Lucky bastard. And adult my ass. If he was giving dick way before your cunt bled, he was the adult, Jo. He knew what the fuck he was doing, so don’t lose sleep over him.”
That was one way to look at it. Furore’s justification to my crime. Michele was right, and my fears were for nothing. “Then why are you still mad?”
“Because my dick is inside you, hard and aching for you, but you’re in love with some fucking kid.”
“Who said I still loved him? I hesitated earlier because I didn’t want to lie to you, and I hadn’t confronted myself about my feelings for him lately.” Ever since I saw Ty outside the club that night, I felt nothing but pain and anger. I needed to bury all my feelings aside so I could function and deal with the danger I thought I was in back then. I wouldn’t let myself acknowledge any other emotions other than self-preservation and security. If I hadn’t had the call with Michele, I wouldn’t have confronted myself about my feelings for Laius either. “I was in love with him, yes. But it was so wrong and toxic, and it had to end one way or another.”
“How did it end?”
“I don’t want to talk about this.” Not like this. I pointed at our bodies. “Not now.”
“Is he the fucker that called you a dirty whore?”
“He never called me that. He just… He dumped me. He just took off a few months ago, and I never saw him again, okay? Well, I did see him, but he didn’t, in town, twice, when all this time I thought he had to go somewhere with his family.” I should probably tell him that he might have known him, too, since he was at Furore’s party and his dad belonged to the dead chapter, but by the murderous look on his face I wouldn’t mention Tirone to Laius. Not now, not ever. The last thing I wanted was to get Laius in trouble again…or be the reason something violent happened to Ty. I bit my lip as I gazed at his cock halfway packed inside my pussy. “Can we please finish what we started here?”
His eyes twitched as his breath heated between us. Then he thrust in and out of me in slow yet firm moves, getting deeper with each stroke. My mouth hung open with my moaning gasps, and my head lulled back as I begged for more of him.
“Does he make you feel like this?”
“Did, Laius, not does. But no. He didn’t.” Everything with Laius was familiar—the eyes, the protection, the jealous possessiveness, the anger, the big cock—yet so incredibly different. Mature. Experienced. Better. Much much better. Like I’d been flying economy but got upgraded to first class on this trip to a dark, sinful pleasure town.
“I’m gonna fuck him out of you until I’m all that’s left.”
I screamed as he upped his pace. He wasn’t going to just fuck Ty out of my system. He was fucking my brains out of my head with that huge cock that felt like it did reach my skull when he slammed himself all in.
“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Jo. So fucking good. You took all of me, in that little, tight pussy of yours. Every fucking inch. God.” His groans and red, strained face while he fucked me were the sexiest things in the world. The way the metal in his cock reached all the right spots while he thrust in and out of me with skilled strokes sent me clenching hard around his swelling length.
“Jesus… You’re… Fuck…” He swore as I exploded around him, screaming at the top of my lungs, letting everyone at the compound inside and outside that I was Furore’s dirty whore and I fucking liked it.
He waited until I came down from the wildest orgasm I’d ever had, looking at me with some kind of awe. Then, the second I stopped clenching, he pulled out of me with a growl and came all over my face, marking it, too.
Shit. Ty had done this to me one time before, but I didn’t like it at all. With Furore, I didn’t even flinch as he was making it official.
I was all his.
