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“Good boy,” I purr, pressing up onto my tiptoes and shoving my shirt into his mouth. The fabric stifles a moan and his eyes roll back.

He jerks his hips to grind against me as I reach around to tie a knot behind his head. Heat coils in the pit of my stomach in response.

I take a step back to appreciate my work.

The air of confidence and swagger that has been radiating off of Luca since he shoved the other men aside at the club is gone now, replaced by a simpering, submissive need that makes me dizzy in the best way.

My bare chest expands with the deep breaths I drag in, my nipples tightening and my cock throbbing with a level of arousal I didn’t know was possible.

A dribble of precum slicks out of my slit to dampen my briefs.

I hum in approval, taking a step back toward the bed again. “I suppose you probably need a safeword… or gesture.” Luca shakes his head slowly, and I snort. “Well, just in case, if you want me to stop, just flip me the bird.”

His eyes dance with amusement and he laughs around his gag, then nods.

“Perfect. Now…” I pop the buttons on my shorts and shimmy out of them, taking my underwear with them.

I fold both and set them down next to my shoes so I won’t have to waste time searching for them later.

Luca makes a strangled sound, and I sit back down on the end of the bed, bracing my hands behind me and casually spreading my legs so I’m fully on display for him.

I feel a bit like a king with billion-thread-count sheets caressing my bare ass as I make a go-ahead gesture.

Luca resumes undoing the buttons on his shirt, letting it fall open little by little as he works his way down, exposing his chest, covered in the same dark hair as his arms. There’s a tattoo on the bottom left edge of his rib cage that looks like a family crest of some kind.

His nipples are an almost chocolate color that makes my mouth water with the urge to suck and bite them until they’re wet and swollen.

He shrugs out of his shirt, letting it flutter to the floor in a pile at his feet before tugging his belt open and undoing his pants.

He’s not wasting time putting on a show, and I’m more than okay with that.

I don’t need a striptease, I just need him naked.

He takes off his watch and places it on the dresser just inside the door.

I track it with my eyes and then return my gaze to him.

I cup my cock, teasing the silky skin of my shaft with my fingertips and catching another smear of precum on my palm as he shoves his pants and briefs down to pool around his feet.

His cock is long and thick, uncut, and nearly as dark as his nipples.

It sways heavily as he steps out of his pants.

His balls are just as big, swollen and weighty looking, tempting me with visions of sucking and licking his sac until it’s taut and oversensitive.

My cock jerks against my palm and I squeeze myself, nearly drunk on the lust that’s coursing through me for the first time in my life.

I hold up my finger and make a spinning motion with it and Luca behaves, turning around to give me a good look at his ass, which somehow manages to look even better bare than it did in his pants that probably cost enough to make me choke.

I slide off the bed and take two steps before falling to my knees behind him.

He trembles a little and I lean forward to sink my teeth into the fleshy swell of his cheek.

Luca jumps with a muffled shout, and I grab his hips to keep him from getting away.

Chuckling darkly, I switch to the other cheek and bite down just as hard.

This time, he rumbles a moan and thrusts his hips back towards me, begging for more.

“You said you wanted me with some bite,” I tease, giving him one more nip before drawing my hand back to land a loud, satisfying thwack against the damp spot that’s already starting to bruise with the shape of my mouth.

With his legs just slightly spread, I can see the excited twitch of his balls as they draw up a little tighter from my rough treatment.

I go back and forth a few times, alternating between hard bites and stinging slaps until both of his ass cheeks are warm and his back is heaving with his heavy, trembling breaths. The flex of his right bicep catches my attention, the motion unmistakable even from this angle.

I force his legs another inch apart and reach between them to grab his balls roughly. My cock pulses and dribbles with the feeling of them tensing in my grasp and the muted whine he lets out.

“Hands off,” I command. “I’ll decide if and when you come, slut.” I didn’t know I had dirty talk like this in me, but it tumbles from my lips without pause, and Luca’s balls twitch violently in my hold again as he makes another horny sound deep in his chest.

He drops his hands to his sides, and I reward him by clenching my fingers just a little harder around his sac for half a second before releasing him. After one more quick swat to each ass cheek, I get to my feet and press myself against Luca from behind.

With our height difference, my cock ends up between his thighs, bumping against his taint and nudging at his balls.

I’ve never wanted to taste anyone before, not outside of a jerk off fantasy, anyway.

But a moan vibrates through me as I press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of his shoulder, my mouth filling with the slightly sweet taste of his skin.

I flick my tongue over the spot before sinking my teeth in the same way I did with his ass, sucking his flesh hard enough that I’m sure to leave a bruise.

This is the only night I’ll ever see Luca, and there’s no doubt that by the time I leave he’ll hate me, but there’s satisfaction in leaving marks all over him anyway, in pretending for just an hour that this is more than it is.

I snake an arm over his shoulders to wrap my hand lightly around his throat, not pressing down or cutting off his air supply, just holding tight enough to feel the vibration of every helpless, horny sound that the gag muffles as I thrust against him and bite marks all over the backs of his shoulders and neck.

Every so often, his hips jerk involuntarily, and he squirms against me.

I’ve never felt so powerful in my life. I’ve never even dreamed of it.

The rush of it is something I could easily get addicted to…

if things were different. If my life were different.

Maybe once I’m free I can find someone to play with just like this, someone who will beg me to own them and wreck them like Luca did. I stamp down the flutter of disappointment in my chest that it can’t be him. It can’t be anyone in Wildcliff, because twenty days from now, I’ll be a ghost.

I release my grip on his throat and take a step back.

He whimpers loudly but holds still as a statue while I bend down to open my bag.

Inside I have a length of silky rope along with the usual supplies: condoms, lube, wet naps for cleanup.

I choke back a laugh at the fact that I started the night wondering how I would talk a John into letting me tie them up.

A pang of regret ripples through me, but I have to do this. I have to.

I grab the rope and the other supplies, then tangle my free hand in his hair, giving his head a sharp jerk.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart,” I purr, putting my lips near his ear and nipping at the lobe. “Hands above your head.”

Luca pants and attempts to nod, only managing a half jerk against my grip. I kiss his cheek, shivering at the sandpapery feel of his stubble on my lips, then let go of him so he can do as I say.

He scrambles into position, spreading himself out with his hands over his head just like I told him. His cock lies heavy against his belly, swollen and dripping with precum. He bends his knees and spreads his legs, giving me a subtle peek at his waxed, pink hole, trembling to be filled and pounded.

I tear open the condom with my teeth and roll it down my aching shaft, then I toss a couple of packets of lube onto the bed and climb on top of him. Luca groans and bucks his hips as I straddle him and shuffle up higher until my sheathed cock is swinging just an inch from his gagged mouth.

“I’m going to tie your hands. You can safeword by snapping if you need to.” The half lie tastes bitter on my tongue. If he safewords, obviously I’ll stop what I’m doing, but I already know I’m not going to untie him.

My heart hammers with a mixture of guilt and arousal as I tie loose knots that should be easy for him to slip out of later. I would hate to leave him stranded here to be discovered, naked and humiliated by the hotel staff tomorrow. I just need to slow him down when it’s time for me to leave.

My cock bumps against him while I work, and he nuzzles it, making hungry sounds that leave no room to wonder if he would suck me if he could.

Heat blazes up my spine at the thought of having Luca’s lips wrapped around my bare cock, sucking and licking me, moaning like a slut while I fuck his mouth.

My cock throbs, and I bite my lip against a moan as I finish the knots.

There’s nothing but burning desire in Luca’s eyes as I crawl back down the bed and position myself between his legs.

I hold his gaze as I rip open the packet of lube and squirt it directly onto my cock.

He said he wanted it rough, and clearly a little bit of pain isn’t a problem for him.

I push his thighs farther apart and nudge his tight hole with my slicked cock, waiting a few seconds to give him the chance to snap if he needs to.

But he doesn’t flinch or hesitate, he just stares right back with lust and need etched into every inch of his face.