Page 52 of Shadow Waltz
“Good boy,” Troy whispered. The words shot straight through me, pure electricity, every nerve ending screaming for more.
He manhandled me back onto the bed, rough but careful, his size dwarfing me. “Stay,” he commanded, then pressed his boot between my knees, forcing my legs apart. “Hands behind your back.” I obeyed instantly, cheek pressed to the cool sheets, every inch of me exposed and waiting.
Troy unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest built like a fortress—dense muscle dusted with dark hair, a faded tattoo curling over his pec, an old bullet scar near his ribs. His abs flexed with each movement, the V of his hips arrowing down to where his cock bulged, thick and proud, straining against his boxers.
He palmed himself as he watched me, lips curling into a wolfish grin. “Look at you,” he muttered, “so pretty and desperate for it. You ever had someone use you like this?”
My mouth went dry. “Not like this. Not with the collar on. Not knowing he wants to watch.”
Troy's eyes darkened, his grin going sharp. “Bet Luka would love to see you like this—open, needy, taking everything I give you. I’ll have to tell him every filthy detail.”
He stripped quickly, cock flushed and heavy, thick veins running the length, precum glistening at the tip. He grabbed the lube from the bedside, slicked up his fingers, then pressed them to my entrance, circling, teasing, working me open as I writhed for more. He spat on his fingers for good measure, the sound and mess making my cock jump.
He worked two, then three fingers in, scissoring, curling them until I was panting, moaning, rutting into the sheets, shame and arousal indistinguishable. “Such a good hole,” he rasped. “Perfect for taking cock. You want to taste me first?”
“Yes,” I pleaded, lifting my head. “Let me.”
He hauled me off the bed by my collar, forcing me to kneel between his spread thighs. His cock hovered inches from my lips, heavy and leaking, the head swollen, flushed dark. “Open,” he commanded.
I obeyed, tongue out, hungry. He slapped his cock against my cheek, smearing precum, then pushed inside, slow at first, letting me taste the salt and musk. He fed it to me inch by inch, one hand fisted in my hair, the other resting heavy at the back of my neck, thumb pressing into the collar.
“That's it,” Troy growled. “Take it all. Show me how much you want to belong.” He fucked into my mouth, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, pushing past my gag reflex as my eyes watered and spit leaked down my chin.
He didn't let up, hips rocking, cock fucking my throat as he used the collar to control my depth. I drooled around him, the obscene sounds of sucking and choking echoing off the walls.My own cock throbbed, leaking onto my thigh, untouched but aching.
When he finally pulled out, my lips were red and swollen, spit and precum smeared over my chin and down my throat. Troy grinned, thumb brushing the mess up and forcing me to lick it from his finger. “Filthy,” he crooned, and the word felt like a gift. “Luka would lose his mind if he saw you like this—on your knees, mouth wrecked, desperate for cock. Should take a picture, send it to him. Let him see what a good slut you are.”
A flush of heat shot through me—shame and arousal tangled so tightly there was no difference. I nodded, tongue flicking out for more, wanting every ounce of his attention, every scrap of approval.
Troy grabbed my jaw, squeezing until my mouth opened wide again. He spit into it, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. “Swallow,” he commanded. I obeyed, shuddering as the taste and humiliation went straight to my cock.
“Good boy. Now show me how you beg for it.” He slapped my cheek lightly, then shoved me back onto the bed, face-down, ass up, spreading my cheeks wide. “Stay open for me,” he growled.
I felt exposed, trembling, every nerve ending on fire. Troy didn’t just look—he admired, hands gripping my ass, thumbs parting me further. He spit again, right onto my hole, the warm slickness making me shiver. “Such a pretty hole. Bet you’d let me do anything to you. Luka ever fuck you here and just leave you dripping for hours?”
“N-no,” I stammered, rutting helplessly into the sheets.
“We’ll have to change that.” He slapped my ass, sharp and stinging, before soothing the spot with a squeeze. “You like that, don’t you? Like being open and messy for your owner. For both of us.”
“Yes—please, I want it,” I gasped, voice muffled by the mattress.
He laughed, low and cruel, rubbing the head of his cock against my hole, not pushing in yet, just making me writhe for it. “Such a needy thing. Look at you—open, dripping, still hungry after taking my cock down your throat. Maybe I’ll just use your mouth and your hole all night. Would you let me? Would you let Luka watch me ruin you?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I begged, spreading my legs wider, arching back into him, desperate for more.
Troy pressed his thumb into my hole, twisting, opening me up further, then slipped two fingers in, scissoring roughly. “You’re so loose already, so eager to be filled. Think you could take both of us at once?” He curled his fingers, hitting my spot until I sobbed, precome leaking out, painting the sheets below.
He slapped my ass again, harder this time. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I’d take both of you—at the same time, anything you want, just please—please fuck me.”
“That’s right,” Troy growled, finally lining his cock up and pushing in with a single, brutal thrust, forcing me to take every thick inch. “Filthy, needy, perfect.”
He fucked me rough, hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so I could hear every filthy thing he said, could feel the collar biting into my throat with each thrust. “Maybe I should leave you plugged after. Send you to Luka dripping with my come. Would you like that, pretty thing?”
“Yes, yes, please—fuck, I want it—want you to use me—” I babbled, lost to the humiliation and pleasure, the need to be claimed and owned, fucked out of my mind.
Troy answered with a savage growl, hips snapping harder, cock spearing deep inside me as he forced me to take every inch. The slap of his body against mine echoed in the shadow-drenched room, his sweat dripping down my back, breath hot and ragged in my ear. Each thrust was brutal, calculated,pushing me higher, drawing out every filthy sound I couldn’t hold back.