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The man was so strung on control, on the fact that he needed to appear in a certain way at all times, that he forgot to take care of his own needs, of who he really was.
We'd all heard stories about Cillian Nightingale—the man that came to Velvet City a couple of years ago, taking over, eradicating the entire Bratva chapter that was located here. We'd all heard stories about the Boogeyman that strolled through our streets, hoping we would never have to meet him. I knew he owned my hotel, that he frequented The Penthouse, but I never thought that the man behind the stories would be so wounded, so terrified of his own desire.
“Cillian, look at me.” He refused, still avoiding my eyes. “Kill,” I said harshly, hoping to pull him back from the stupor he was in. And that small word, that small display of power through my voice seemed to bring him back, but I could see something else in his eyes.
The need to submit. To let go of the control that was suffocating him, more than it was helping him.
His lashes fluttered as he looked at my mouth, licking his lower lip, and I knew what I needed to do.
“You were a bad boy, Cillian,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his throat, squeezing only enough to elicit a tiny little whimper from him. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Y-Yes,” he stammered, his body trembling, and as I looked down, his cock leaked pre-cum, dripping down his shaft.
“Lie down on the bed, face down, ass up,” I instructed, drunk on the power he was allowing me to have.
Like an obedient student, as if he'd slipped into a role, gone was the dominant Cillian who'd kissed me in the hallway, devouring my entire body. Gone was the man with demons in his eyes, and all that torment he was hiding was replaced by the need, desire, yearning so strong that it almost knocked me off of my balance.
He shuffled around me, going to the center of the bed on all fours, lowering his face down and pushing his ass up in the air, his head turned toward me, waiting for the next instruction.
“You cannot touch yourself,” I said, looking down at him. He whimpered, nodding frantically. “You can’t come until I allow you to.”
“Y-Yes,” he hissed, closing his eyes as my voice washed over his body.
My center throbbed from the need of a release, but I could wait. I fucking wanted to wait, because I wanted to see him come undone. I wanted him to unravel, to lose control, to lose his fucking mind.
I turned away from him and looked down at the toys in his drawer. Dildos, vibrators, plugs, they all laid around, waiting to be used on him. I wondered if he'd used them on himself, if he'd ever thought about this moment when somebody else would use them on him.
“Where should we start?” I asked out loud, grinning at the loud moan that erupted from him just from thinking of everything that was about to come. With a steady hand, I pulled out the bottle of lube lying in the corner, and placed it on top of the nightstand, while exploring all the different toys he had stashed in here. My lips pulled into a wide smile when I saw a plug I knew he would like.
Wrapping my hand around it, I pulled it out, and before he could see it, I positioned myself behind him, opening the bottle of lube while hiding the toy from his wandering eyes.
“Eve,” he moaned. “Please.”
My hand connected with his left ass cheek, leaving a red imprint on the pale skin, feeding my soul with the loud moan that erupted from him. “No talking, baby.”
His head lifted up and down frantically, nodding as I soothed the place I'd smacked with my hand, peppering kisses over the red skin, while my other hand played with his balls, only enough to drive him insane.
“Oh, God,” he cried out, gasping, breathing as if he'd run a marathon, when we haven’t even started yet.
I pulled myself backwards, pouring a hefty amount of lube onto my hand, rubbing my palms together to spread the liquid over both hands. Leaning down, I spread his ass cheeks, revealing his puckered little hole to me, waiting to be filled. Waiting to be worshiped as he deserved, and without warning, I blew a warm breath over him, when his back arched, telling me he loved it even without the words.
Rubbing one finger around his rim, I poured more lube onto him, spreading it between his ass cheeks, and slowly, painfully slowly, I pushed in, smiling at the resistance I was met with. “You need to relax, babe,” I purred. “Or this will really hurt.”
Garbled noises came from him as I started pushing in and pulling out with one single digit, grinning as he relaxed, allowing me entrance, and I added a second finger, stretching him, giving him what he wanted.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Argh!” His whimpering voice filled the space around us, my head dizzy, drunk from the mere thought that it was me who was doing this. He was reacting like this tome. I pressed against his prostate, earning more incoherent grunts, more moans and pleads… He was begging for more, for the release.
“You can’t come until I allow you to,” I reminded him, looking down at his face. His cheeks were flushed, the crimson spread all over his neck as well, while he bit on a pillow trying to suffocate the little noises he was making.
“I. Can’t,” he gasped as I pressed against his prostate again, while his hips pushed against me, seeking release, looking for more. “Please.”
I pulled back, keeping my fingers inside of him, still, as he moved his hips, fucking himself on my digits. It shouldn’t have been this hot, this erotic, seeing him like this, but my body refused to listen to it, and I could feel the waterfalls seeping down my legs, my own desire clouding my mind.
I squirted lube on the plug that was lying next to me, and rubbed over the cool surface with my free hand, slowly bringing it to his cheeks. I noticed the small button at the flat surface, grinning to myself as a plan appeared in my mind.
Pressing the small button on the top, I almost chuckled at the vibrations it created while in my hand, and dragged it over his ass, all the way to his balls.
“Jesus fucking…. Ummf,” he mewled, thrashing around as I stroked his balls with the vibrating plug, pushing my fingers in and out of his tight little hole.
