A moment passes before Xavier speaks. “Very well,” he announces, his voice carrying through the chamber. “You may go next.”
I exhale sharply, only then realizing I’d been holding my breath. The relief washing through me is unexpected—a crack in my typically impenetrable control.
“I claim Elliot Chambers for one full year,” I announce, my voice cutting through the chamber with absolute authority. “He belongs to me.”
The words feel right in my mouth. Powerful. True. I watch Elliot grip the edge of his chair until his knuckles turn white, his face a beautiful mix of terror and desire.
“Julian, I...” His voice breaks, and something in me thrills at the sound.
“Stand up,” I command, savoring the control I have over this man who spent so long hiding himself.
Elliot rises on unsteady legs. I drink in the sight of his tall, muscular frame, the ink marking his skin that his suits usually hide from the world. The proper gallery owner transformed into something raw and real. My prey. The predator who’s discovered he likes being hunted.
“Come here.”
Two simple words, but I infuse them with the weight of complete ownership. Something I’ve never wanted before, yet with Elliot, I crave it like oxygen. He takes one stilted step forward, then another, as if drawn to me with an inevitability.
As Elliot reaches the platform, I circle him, admiring my prize from every angle. The room crackles with anticipation, but I’m focused solely on him—on the way his chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, how his cock is already hardening despite his obvious unease.
“Good boy,” I murmur, making sure my voice carries enough for everyone to hear the praise.
The effect on Elliot is immediate and overwhelming. His composure crumbles at those two words, a shuddering breath escaping his lips as his shoulders sag with what looks like relief. I’ve found the key to him, and I intend to use it often during our year together.
I place my hands on his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palms. “On your hands and knees, so that everyone can witness my claim clearly.”
Elliot drops to his knees and positions himself as I commanded. His body moves with a fluid grace that belies his inexperience, settling onto his hands and knees, where he will be displayed most prominently to the room. I watch his back muscles tense beneath his open shirt, the way his breathing quickens with each passing second.
I retrieve a bottle of lubricant from the platform’s supplies, enjoying how the simple action makes Elliot tremble in anticipation.
Working carefully, I prepare him with slick fingers, stretching him. Every touch is designed to eliminate any remaining resistance in his mind. His body opens for me, already trained to accept my intrusion.
When I position myself behind him, the entire chamber falls silent. The power of having everyone’s attention—of having them witness my claiming of a former hunter—fills me with primal satisfaction.
I grip Elliot’s hips with both hands and slam inside him in one brutal thrust.
Elliot’s cry echoes through the chamber. His cock springs to attention beneath him, immediately leaking precum onto the platform. I set a punishing rhythm, watching in the mirrored dais as more clear fluid drips from his tip with each thrust.
“Mine,” I growl, loud enough for everyone to hear as I claim this man who has somehow become essential to me.
I drape my body over Elliot’s back, my chest pressing against his silk shirt as I continue thrusting inside him. The heat of him envelops me, his body accepting mine with an eagerness that still surprises me. His moans fill the chamber, unrestrained and desperate.
“That’s it,” I murmur against his ear, letting my mask brush against the sensitive skin there. “Let them all hear how much you love this. How much you love my cock.”
Sliding my hand beneath him, I wrap my fingers around his hardness, finding him slick with precum. His body jerks at my touch.
“Fuck,” I growl, adjusting my angle to hit that spot inside him that I’ve learned makes him come apart. “Feel that, Elliot? Feel me fucking your tight ass in front of everyone?”
Each thrust pushes him forward, driving his cock through my tight grip. His moans grow louder, more desperate, as I deliberately target his prostate with hard, precise movements.
“You’re dripping all over my hand.” I squeeze him, feeling him pulse with need. “So fucking responsive. Everyone can see how much you want this—how much you need it.”
Everyone watches in rapt attention. I feel their eyes on us, adding to the intensity as I claim what’s mine. Elliot’s body trembles beneath me, his muscled arms struggling to support our combined weight.
“They’re all watching you take my cock,” I whisper. “Watching me own you. Bet you never thought you’d be bent over in front of hunters and prey, moaning like a whore while I fuck your ass.”
His only response is a broken moan as I relentlessly hammer his prostate, my hand stroking his dick in rhythm with my thrusts. The dual stimulation has him shaking, his muscles clenching around me in waves of pleasure.
“Be my good boy. Take it all.”
