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“You need to earn it.”

“Fuck. You’re… Need…”

“You need someone to make you submit.”

“Yes.”

I rode him hard, tilting his hips so my strokes slid across his prostate.

“Please. I… I can’t…”

“Yes, you fucking can. You can wait. You don’t have a choice. I’m in control.”

He gasped as if my words might send him over without me even touching him. I reached under him and squeezed the base of his cock, helping him to hold back.

“So fucking hot. I love how your body takes me, grips me.”

He nodded frantically. “Want to… please you.”

“Fuck yes.”

I let go of his dick and kept fucking him until I wasn’t sure I could hold back anymore. “Come for me now. I want to feel your ass squeezing my cock. I want you to let go and let me hear every fucking sound.”

“Oh God. I… Fuck…” I worked him faster and seconds later, without any friction on his cock, he came, pushing back against me. His hand flexed against the sheets, and just like I’d told him to, he didn’t hold back anything. He gasped and cried and writhed. It was more than I could take.

I let myself go, holding his hips as I thrust deep and came. My orgasm hit so hard my vision dimmed. I worked myself against him as I filled the condom. When I was finally drained, I caressed his ass and tried to catch my breath.

I hadn’t felt this fucking good in ages. I bent and kissed the back of his neck, longing to taste more of him. I’d been too impatient to fully undress either of us. Now I wished I could see all of him stretched out for me. I wanted to fucking feast on him, but that wasn’t going to happen. The thought of how he’d react to my nipple rings almost made me hard enough for another go, but I didn’t do repeats. Usually I wasn’t even tempted, but with Lane, I actually considered breaking my rules. That was exactly why I needed to leave quickly.

I ran a finger down the length of his back. He sighed and arched up like he would take even more if I wanted him to.

“That was fucking amazing.” The words were so quiet I barely heard them.

He turned to look at me, but I didn’t meet his eyes. I knew if I did, I’d be tempted to stay.

He groaned when I pulled out. Without saying anything, I walked into the adjacent bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I stepped back into the bedroom with a washcloth for Lane, he’d rolled over onto his back. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell slowly. I’d planned to hand him the washcloth and get the fuck out of there. Instead, I cleaned him up myself. He stirred and murmured something, but he didn’t fully wake.

I pulled his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off so he’d be more comfortable, but I didn’t let myself trace the muscles of his legs with my tongue the way I wanted to.

I also didn’t kiss the side of his head or strip my own clothes off and wrap my body around his. I’d enjoyed him. That was all I needed. That was all I ever needed from a man. I’d only ever wanted more once. After losing him because I wasn’t fast enough with my rescue efforts, I swore I’d never fall for a man again.

“Good night.” Lane smiled like he’d heard me. His mouth moved, but no words came out.

I backed out of the room, letting myself enjoy the sight of him for those last seconds, then I walked away.

3

Giorgio

Two Weeks Later

I was desperate for a new assignment. I’d been sitting on my ass for way too long, and that was never good for me. I got restless easily, and when I was restless, I tended to make bad decisions and accept offers from people I ought to turn down. Sex calmed the jittery feeling in my limbs, but the respite never lasted long, and ever since I’d spent the night with a flashy little twink named Lane, I’d wanted every other man I’d picked up to be him.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d jerked off thinking about him. I needed some violence to erase my obsession. Pinning down a target and putting a bullet through his head might snap me out of the weird mood I’d been in ever since I’d walked out of Lane’s apartment. I needed to use my fucking skills. So when X, my boss, called, I answered on the first ring.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“I’ve got an assignment for you.”

Usually X sounded pleased when he called with something for me. Today he sounded reserved, maybe even grim. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this one?”


Tags: Silvia Violet Vigilance Erotic