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“Please, Master,” I pleaded.
“Pet, you look so good like, spread out for me to fuck… all mine,” he growled sending shivers over me. I just wished he meant it.
Cold liquid spilled over my back and ran down over my ass, and I caught the scent of whiskey just before his tongue followed its trail, lapping it up as he went.
“Please…” I begged as his tongue danced around my entrance. “Master, please…”
“We’re just getting started, pet, and you’re begging for mercy already.”
More coldness, but this time I recognise the slippery sensation of lube as his fingers traced where his tongue had been. I cried out as one finger slid slowly into my ass, pumping gently.
He chuckled darkly at my reaction, his finger twisting inside me. "That's my good boy," he praised, his voice low and husky, his words only fanning my lust. His other hand slipped underneath me, palming my cock and stroking roughly in time with each thrust of his finger.
"Fuck... Alastor," I gasped out. My body was trembling, on the edge of release but he pulled back just enough to keep me from toppling over. He added another finger, stretching me open further.
"Shh, easy," Alastor cooed, his free hand sliding up my back to rest possessively over the nape of my neck. His voice was thick with arousal, the dominance back in place as he scissored his fingers within me, stretching me. I groaned at the intrusion, not in pain but pure pleasure and anticipation.
"You're so tight," he murmured against my ear. The hot whisper made me arch back on instinct, impaling myself further onto his fingers.
"Faster," I rasped, the single word nearly tumbling out as a plea. My fists clenched around the desk's edge as Alastor gave a low chuckle.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard, pet," he grunted, removing his fingers and coating his cock with the leftover lube on his hand.
"Do it...do it now," I panted, craving him. Within moments I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I whimpered in anticipation, my ass pushing back against him. He usually went slow, his huge size meaning I needed some time for my body to adjust, but not this time. He slammed his hips forward hard, forcing his cock deep into my ass and I screamed.
"Oh, God!" Pain lanced through me as he filled me, my body tensed as I tried to accommodate his size. He didn’t even slow, pulling back and slamming back into me again and again, burying himself balls deep into my body even as I sobbed into the table. I didn’t ask him to stop, and the pain eventually tipped over into pleasure as he fucked me hard.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Fucking take it all. Take all of my fucking cock till you beg me to stop.”
I could only moan, my body shaking under the force of him. The desk creaked threateningly, papers scattering with each brutal thrust.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Alastor growled, his hands hard and unyielding at my hips. He gripped me tight, slamming into me again and again until I thought I might shatter beneath him.
"You're mine," he repeated, a mantra between gasped breaths and grunts of exertion.
My back arched as he drove into me relentlessly, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. Pleasure echoed through my body, making me shudder uncontrollably. My cock ached, begging for release but Alastor held me back with an iron will.
He leaned over me, crushing me to the desk and wrapping his hand around my throat. I whimpered as he pulled me back against his chest, one hand on my hip as he continued to drive himself inside me, the other squeezing around my throat.
“Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice ragged and desperate. I nodded furiously; the sound of my agreement lost in my cries.
"Yes, Alastor, I'm yours," I managed to gasp out as he pulled out and slammed back in with a power that left me breathless. "Only yours."
He growled in satisfaction; his hand dropping from my throat to pinch and twist my nipples. I moaned and his hand moved further down, finally wrapping around my cock. I cried out as he squeezed briefly, running his thumb over the head. He began to pump my cock, slowly at first, then building until he was matching the rhythm of his own thrusts, driving deep into me. My head fell back onto his shoulder as I gave myself up to him, and he must have felt it.
“Mine,” he growled. “Fucking mine. Both of you, fucking mine. I’m a fucking hellhound, and I’ll take what I fucking want.”
My eyes flew open. Both of us? My mind wandered briefly, wondering who else he was talking about, but Alastor shoved me forward again, pinning me down onto the desk again, his pace picking up. He let go of my cock, his hands grabbing my hips so he could pound into me harder, and I cried out.
“Such a good, tight little slave,” he growled as he slammed into me over and over. “You need my cock so much you beg me for it. What do you need, Cole? Tell me.”
“I need… fuck, I need you Alastor…”
“What do you need? Tell me, is it my cum you need? Feeling it running down your legs?”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Please, please master… fuck…”
“What else?” he demanded, panting hard.
