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I’ve never heard him sound this way.
I lean over him, going slow so his body adjusts to the new angles. He looks up at me with a dazed expression, eyes a little unfocused, breathing ragged.
“Yeah,” I tell him, and kiss him on the forehead. “You’re mine.”
I sit back between his spread thighs, drink in the sight of my hand sunk into his ass up to the wrist, and I start to fuck him with it.
He makes another of those sexy noises, deep in his chest, and tries to push back, get more of me into him. I reach with my other hand to grab his balls. “Hold still,” I growl. “I did the work getting in there, so I get to set the pace. Understand?”
“Will you unlock me?” He pants it out, dark and needy.
For a second I think he means something...poetic. Unlock him. Open him up. Reveal his heart.
It takes a heavy moment for it to click. The cock cage.
“If you beg,” I tell him.
He’s breathing hard already, like he’s been running. “Please, Leo. Let me touch myself.”
He takes a shuddering breath. And something insidemeunlocks. Falls open. Like a dam bursting its walls, I get a rush of possessive desire for him, to have him forever, to never let another dick get near him again, never let another mantouchhim.
“I own your ass,” I tell him. “And your cock, too, whether it’s lying there in that golden case or not. And I don’t want you touching it. I want you to come like this, with my fist up your ass, thanking me for it. Because you’remine, Castellani. To mark. To fuck. To use however I want. Say it.”
He repeats it, a slow, murmuring mantra.
“Good,” I say when he’s done. “I’m glad you understand things now.” I lean down to kiss him, because he needs to hear this, even if he doesn’t like it. “You’re mine, Julian. You belong to me, now.”
I say it more for me than for him. Trying to convince myself.
Because tomorrow I’ll have to leave Redwood Manor, leave all of this behind. I need to get out of here before I believe impossible things can become possible. Soon enough, Julian will stop playing the part of the agreeable assassin for my father, and we’ll go back to being what we really are.
Enemies.
At least here we can be together without consequence. Even if it’s just for a short time.
I reach over for the key, the golden key he threw there on the nightstand, and I unlock the cage with fumbling fingers, pull it off to let his cramped dick unfurl. He moans as it fills out, red and throbbing, dripping as I work my fist around inside him.
A lot of guys don’t get hard at all from this kind of thing. They get so focused on their ass, they forget about their dick. It’s fun watching them have a full-body orgasm with a soft cock. But Julian is just as hard as he ever gets, and now I see how fun it is to watch that full, drizzling dick roll around on his belly, jumping when I twist my hand around, as though it’s begging for release.
He’s beyond words. The sounds coming out of him are astonishing, and I’m glad I never did this with him in The Cellar. The whole damn place would’ve heard him.
And I’m selfish as hell for him.
His lids flutter shut as I pull his falling legs back up, fucking him with my arm, working him with slow, smooth strokes. I take my time, teasing his nipples while I pump him, tugging at his nuts now and then, watching every movement on his face, but never touching his cock.
He’s still tight, but his body has stopped fighting me. He trusts me. And he wants this.
So I keep going, pushing into him until his cock drips like a faucet and his whole body shakes. My dick aches, begging for a chance to get into that tight cave my hand is enjoying, but I want him to come likethis.
“I wanna watch you spill for me,” I tell him. “Show me who you belong to, Castellani. Show me who owns you.” I twist my hand so the knuckle of my thumb rubs over his most sensitive spot. He arches his back, and I know it’s about to happen. His whole body goes stiff for a second, clamps hard on my arm, and then he shoots, a thick rope of it painting his chest, then another and another, filling the room with the scent of him as his muscles spasm around my fist.
I wait until he’s done, until he flattens back on the bed, laughing as he licks a drop of his own cum from beside his mouth. Then I pull my fist out of him, as he winces, over-sensitive, and then at last his eyes open, searching for mine.
“Leo,” he breathes.
I leave him there for a minute, partly to wash up, and partly because I just can’t take that unblinking stare another second. He’s intense at the best of times. I should’ve known fist-fucking would push it up to eleven.
His eyes land on me as soon as I come back into the room. “I feel so empty,” he murmurs plaintively, legs still wide, hole still twitching, and I don’t need more of an invitation. I crawl over him as he lies there watching me, and I line my dick up. His ass is still gaping a little, making that first stroke easy and smooth, right to the hilt. I slide my hands under his hips, pulling him up to me.
