Dominate Me, I Dare You: Part 3

The tension, thick and slow, sliding down every word like honey over fire-slicked skin.

It's Leo's voice when he finally groaned Eli's name, not in anger, but in surrender.

It's Eli's fingertips dragging down Leo's spine, every motion deliberate, every second etched in heat.

Eli just pinned him again, leaned in close, lips brushing his ear, and whispered--

"You're mine tonight… and I'm not letting go until my name's the only one you'll call."

Leo's fingers gripped the edge of the sheets, knuckles white, eyes squeezed shut, a growl caught in his throat, but it died the moment Eli slammed his hips forward again, raw, dominant, unforgiving.

"You started this, Leo… now take it."

That wasn't a plea.

That was a demand, and Leo shuddered, his whole body betraying him as Eli bent him deeper, pressing down until Leo's spine arched like a bow pulled tight and ready to snap.

"I'm not asking for permission," Eli growled into his ear, voice laced with fire, "I'm claiming what's mine. You'll take all of me, until there's nothing left of that smug control you cling to."

Leo gasped. Moaned.

And then, he let go.

Fully.

Completely.

Burning, breaking, begging without words, 

As Eli pounded in deeper, beating the monster within Leo into surrender.

"That's it, baby," Eli hissed, chest pressed against Leo's back, "Let me wreck you. Let me remind you whose name you scream when you're at your limit."

And Leo did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until his voice cracked, the sheets tangled, and every last barrier crumbled in Eli's hands.

Every slam, every gasp, every raw, merciless drag of heat that melted what's left of Leo's walls-

"Say my name again, Leo-"

"Let the whole world know who tamed your monster."

Leo was trembling now. That arrogant composure?

Torn apart.

His fingers clawed at the sheets, voice hoarse from all the cursing and growling he spat earlier, but it was Eli's name he was moaning now.

And Eli?

Oh, he wasn't done.

He was just getting started.

"You thought you could take control? Try again."

With one hand wrapped around Leo's throat, firm, but not choking, he bent down, lips brushing over Leo's ear, hot breath sending shivers all the way down his spine.

"Now say it, who's got you crying for more?"

Leo's response? A growl, a bite, a desperate buck of his hips--

But Eli caught it. Controlled it. Crushed it.

"Not until I'm done ruining you."

A sudden snap, hips meeting hips, Leo arched, a broken sound tearing from his throat.

His nails raked down Eli's back.

His thighs shook.

His pride?

Gone. Buried somewhere under the weight of Eli's dominance.

He wasn't the beast in this scene.

Not anymore.

"More... Eli, don't stop..."

Eli grinned wickedly, sweat dripping, eyes locked on the man beneath him.

"Not until you forget anyone else ever touched you."

"Not until your body remembers only me."

The room was thick with heat, the air vibrating with tension as Leo's resistance finally cracked. His breaths came ragged, chest rising and falling against Eli's relentless fire. Eli's eyes, dark and smoldering, held no mercy, only the promise of surrender and possession.

With a slow, deliberate push, Eli took the lead, turning the game entirely on its head. Leo's usual dominance melted away under the searing blaze of desire, his body arching in reluctant submission. The monster inside him roared, craving more, yet yielding to the unyielding heat of Eli's claim.

Every touch, every whispered command, every fiery kiss was a strike of passion, a battle neither wanted to lose, but both needed to win. The air around them crackled, flames licking higher as they dove deeper into each other, a Hellfire set ablaze by desire, raw and untamed.

Leo's growl mixed with Eli's breathless moans, a symphony of control and surrender that echoed into the night. No rules. No limits. Just the burning, insatiable hunger between two souls who refused to back down.

And as the night stretched on, the fire raged on, relentless, consuming, and far from over.

The dawn light filtered through the curtains, softening the wild chaos of the night before. Leo lay tangled in the sheets, every nerve still humming from the storm they'd unleashed. His breath came heavy, eyes half-lidded, trying to catch fragments of control slipping through his fingers.

But control was the last thing Eli had left behind.

On the bedside table, crisp bills lay spread out, a silent, unapologetic reminder. Eli's signature mark, mocking and bold. Like a trophy. Like Leo was the one who'd been played.

Leo's fingers trembled as they brushed over the money. His chest tightened with a bitter mix of humiliation and something darker, respect? Resentment? Both.

He had been dominated, pushed to the edge, exposed, not just in bed, but as a man.

And Eli? Gone.

No goodbye. No trace beyond that final, devastating touch. Just the memory. And the money.

Leo swallowed hard, the sting of defeat still fresh. He knew one thing:

He would never forget the night Eli owned him.

And he would never see him again.