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“Alastor, talk to me,” I urged.
"Can't," he mumbled, shaking his head and sending dark strands of hair across his face. "It's too much, Cole."
"Then let me help you," I urged, moving closer to him. The bleakness in his eyes made my heart clench.
"Help?" Alastor scoffed. "You can't help me! No one can!" He slammed his fists against the wall, leaving dents in the cheap metal.
"Hey!" I snapped. "Don't hurt yourself. Just...tell me what you need, okay?"
"Need?" Alastor paused for a minute, emotion passing across his face in a way I’d never seen. "I need to not think or feel anymore, Cole. I just want to forget everything, even if it's just for tonight."
He leaned down again, crashing his lips onto mine. The force of the kiss caught me off guard, but I couldn't help but respond to the desperate urgency behind it. He reached down, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock before wrapping his fingers around it. My breath hissed out between my gritted teeth as he fisted me slowly.
“Alastor, you’re drunk and…”
“And what? You don’t want me now? I own every fucking inch of you, pet, so don’t give me that shit, or I swear I’ll punish you here and now.”
He kissed me again, hard, forcing his tongue between my lips. I didn’t fight back. He might not want to talk to me, but he needed what I could give him, and although I craved his trust and confidence, it wouldn’t be tonight that he would give me that. My heart and soul belonged to this man, and I couldn’t fight it, no matter how I tried, even if all he needed me for was this.
“That’s it, pet, let me make you feel good. You know you want to.” His lips moved over my ear sending shivers down my spine. “Unless you want me to stop?” I didn’t respond. “Say it, Cole. Tell me you don’t want my hand on your cock.”
“I...” My breath caught in my throat. I ached for him, and I couldn’t deny it. “I don’t...”
“That’s right, pet. You need me. You always will.” He increased his pace, his hand sliding up and down my cock with a smooth, hard rhythm. “This is mine, all of this is mine, and don’t you fucking forget it.”
He dropped to his knees, and I groaned, closing my eyes as I felt his mouth slide over my shaft. He took me all the way down, easily taking my length until I rubbed the back of his throat. He swallowed me, his throat muscles gripping my cock as he slipped his hand under me, playing with my balls at the same time. I fought not to give in, but I was losing this battle. I could feel my cock swelling and my balls tightening as he sucked me down. He knew what he was doing, and I was right on the edge as he paused and pulled back. My thoughts flooded back into my mind, spinning me around. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to think.
“Please?” My voice was hoarse, my throat dry. “Don’t stop. I fucking need this.”
"You’ll get what I fucking give you,” Alastor said, squeezing me hard. I moaned, though I wasn’t sure whether it was from pain or pleasure. “You belong to me, and all this fucking shit about being alone, it’s fucking shit…” He was raving now, and I gasped as the pain grew.
“I’m done with you fucking around,” he said, his words slurring. “You’re mine, when and if I want you to, you fucking come.”
“Fuck you,” I rasped, my hips thrusting up. “You can’t just drag me around like a piece of meat. I’m not a fucking slave.”
He let go of me, and I leaned back, gasping.
“You are when it comes to me, pet,” he countered, his voice back to ice. “You’ll do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you’ll fucking love it. Now open up and drink what I give you.”
He dragged down his pants and pulled out his cock. Fuck I loved his cock. It was so fucking big, when he took me, I felt like I was being split open. I grew even harder looking at it, my tongue running over my lips as I looked up at him, wondering if this was all part of the scene because if it wasn’t… I opened my mouth, and he reached down, twisting his fingers in my hair as he slid into my mouth.
"My turn, pet," he growled, the predatory glint returning to his eyes. His grip on my hair tightened as he thrust in and out, owning my mouth like he owned every part of me. Every rigid inch of him was hot and pulsing with a need that matched my own. I took him deeper, swallowing around his shaft until I could taste the precum leaking from the swollen tip.
His taste exploded on my tongue, hot, masculine, and I moaned around him. His fingers tensed in my hair as the sound sent vibrations up his length. He groaned gutturally, his hips bucking forward, driving himself deeper into my mouth.
"Fuck... that's it," he grunted.
I took him as deep as I could, pulling him closer with my hands on his firm ass. The taste of him was addictive, the feel of him in my mouth was pure euphoria.
He gave a growled command and I complied willingly, using my tongue to tease along his shaft while my fingers played with his balls. The way he shuddered against me spoke volumes about how much he enjoyed it. It wasn't long before he pulled away from me with a curse.
"Not yet," he said roughly. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I need more.”
My breath caught in my throat as I got his meaning, moments before Alastor reached down and grabbed my shirt. I heard the expensive fabric tear as he used it to lift me completely out of the chair, kicking it away. He stepped forward, shoving me onto my desk, sending the laptop flying. He turned me roughly, slamming me against the solid plastic of the desk with his legs so that my chest was pressed to its surface and my legs hung helplessly down.
He reached underneath, undoing my belt and dragging it out, and then more fabric tore as he ripped open my trousers rather than taking the time to remove them. Shit. I liked those.
“Oh, you look so fucking good, Cole, and you’re so fucking hard for me, for your master...” He held on to my hips as he leaned forward and slid his cock between my ass cheeks groaning as he rubbed himself against me. I reached out, taking a firm hold of the edge of the desk, moaning as he reached underneath and fisted my cock.
