Page 42 of The Oyabun's Boy

Needed him to acknowledge who he belonged to now.

"Touch me," he breathed, his voice breaking on the words. "Take me. Make me yours."

Something dark and possessive unfurled in my chest at his words. I smiled against the sharp jut of his hipbone, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

"With pleasure," I promised, the words a binding contract between us.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, savoring the weight and heat of him in my palm. Joy's hips jerked upward, seeking more friction, but my other hand pinned him to the mattress.

"Patience, Princess," I admonished, stroking him slowly from base to tip. "We have all night, and I intend to take my time with you."

I lowered my head, maintaining eye contact as I licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock. The taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Joy—exploded across my tongue.

His gasp transformed into a moan as I took him into my mouth, the sound sending a jolt of arousal straight to my own neglected erection.

While my mouth worked him over, I reached for the nightstand drawer, retrieving the bottle of lube I'd placed there days ago in anticipation of this moment.

The click of the cap opening made Joy tense momentarily before relaxing back into the pleasure I was giving him.

I slicked my fingers, warming the gel between them before circling his entrance with teasing pressure. Joy's thighs fell open further, an invitation I didn't hesitate to accept.

"Relax," I commanded, easing one finger inside him while my mouth continued to work his cock. "Let me in, Joy."

The sound of his actual name on my lips seemed to break something open inside him. He yielded to me with a broken moan, his body accepting my finger to the knuckle.

The tight heat around my digit promised exquisite pleasure to come, and I had to breathe deeply through my nose to maintain control.

I worked him open with methodical patience, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching and preparing him while my mouth drove him to the edge of pleasure without letting him fall.

Each time his breathing quickened and his thighs began to tremble, I would pull back, denying him release until he was begging incoherently, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

"Please, Kenji," he gasped, his hips working desperately against my fingers. "I need you. Now. Please."

I withdrew my fingers and rose above him, positioning myself between his spread thighs. His eyes, heavy-lidded with desire but still that impossible green, locked onto mine as I slicked my cock with lube.

"This will hurt," I warned, pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. "But I promise it will be worth it."

Joy's hands came up to cup my face, the tenderness of the gesture catching me off-guard. "I trust you," he said simply.

Those three words hit me like a physical blow. Trust was a currency rarely exchanged in my world, and here he was, offering it freely despite knowing exactly what I was.

I captured his mouth in a kiss as I pushed forward, swallowing his gasp as I breached him. The tight heat enveloping me was exquisite torture, testing every ounce of my control. I paused when fully seated inside him, giving his body time to adjust to my invasion.

"Breathe, Princess," I murmured against his lips. "Relax around me."

Joy obeyed, his breathing steadying, his body gradually softening its resistance. When the tension in his face eased into pleasure, I began to move, setting a relentless pace that had him clinging to my shoulders for support.

Each thrust drove me deeper, claiming him more thoroughly than any mark or word could. The sounds he made—half-sobs of pleasure punctuated by my name—fueled something primitive inside me, urging me to take, to possess, to own.

I shifted the angle of my hips, searching for that spot that would make him see stars. I knew I'd found it when his entire body jolted, a cry tearing from his throat that was music to my ears.

"There?" I asked, voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

"Yes," he gasped. "God, yes. Right there."

I drove into him again and again, hitting that spot with unerring precision, watching his face contort with pleasure. His cock trapped between our bodies leaked pre-cum, leaving a slick trail across both our stomachs.

As I felt his body tightening around mine, signaling his approaching climax, I growled into his ear, "You're mine now. Say it."