Chapter 4

ELIAS' POV 

My gaze rounded.

His hands tightened until I almost couldn't breath in a single molecule of air.

And his eyes remained on me.

Sensations found its way down every inch of my body as we stared at each other.

My skin burned for him.

His gaze swept over my skin.

"You're so irresistible Elias. Do you know that?" He asked me.

His hands left my neck.

I shook my head, taking in greedy flips of air the moment he let go.

"I want to fuck you everytime I set my eyes on you. That's how tempting you are."

My hands which were rubbing my neck came to a halt.

There was a glint in his eyes that reminded me of a female lioness before she struck.

But before I could say a word, his hands shot out and yanked my pants down.

I tried to push back a little. 

“B- but, I am not some toy that you can use w- whenever you want,” I protested in a stammer.

Damien stopped.

His gaze pierced my soul.

Then he chuckled softly. 

The sound sent a series of cold shivers running through my spine. 

"Are you sure?" He asked.

The question took me by surprise.

My mind spun with different possibilities as he pushed my trousers to my ankles and turned me to face the counter.

My body shook with the anticipation of what I knew was coming that moment

And when he brought his hand down hard on my ass, the slap echoing loudly, I nearly came on the kitchen counter. 

I gasped.

My finger gripped the counter tighter.

“You are exactly what I say you are,” he murmured close to my ears.

My dick throbbed hard. 

He spanked me again.

It was harder this time. 

“My pretty little chef. Your hole is mine to fuck whenever I feel like it.”

More spanks came.

I cried out in pleasure with each.

Each of the slap caused my skin to sting more after every impact. 

I bit my lip hard in order to hold back a thick moan gliding up my throat.

But it slipped out anyway.

“See?” Damien said. “Your body already knows who it belongs to.” 

His voice vibrated against my skin.

My cock jerked in response.

I was so stimulated.

So aroused.

He stopped spanking to rub his warm palm all over the burning skin.

Then he spanked me again.

Three more times in quick succession. 

My throat felt raw from my desperate cries.

I was so hard now, my body and everything else begging desperately for release.

“Say it,“ he breathed.

I almost didn't hear him through the haze of pleasure clouding me.

"Tell me who owns this ass now.”

My breaths came fast. 

“You do, sir.”

“Louder.”

The command caused my stomach to tighten in dread mixed with delight.

“You," I gasped.

He grunted softly.

"It is you who owns it,” I said to him, my voice shaking. “You own me.”

He pulled my head back by my hair and pushed two fingers into my mouth. 

“Suck it.”

My lips instantly wrapped itself around his two fingers without a word.

And I began to suck them.

He groaned.

When I looked up, I saw that he was staring directly at me with hooded eyes.

He liked this kind of stuff I suppose.

His hands reach around my thighs to rub the head of my hard cock.

It was my turn to moan.

"Don't stop sucking," he scolded me.

I resumed sucking.

But it was difficult to keep doing that when his hands were pleasing my cock.

My body shook.

But he stopped and took his fingers out of my lips as he let go of my prick.

"Bend properly," he ordered me.

I obeyed.

Cool liquid was what I instantly felt on my ass the moment I did so.

Lube.

When had he gotten the lube?

Did he bring it into the kitchen before I had even arrived?

So his plan had been to fuck me all along?

He probably chose this place in order to avoid the CCTV cameras around.

His wife couldn't see this.

"What a pretty ass," he voiced his inner thoughts to my hearing.

His fingers rubbing the liquid into my hole was enough to jerk me back to reality.

"I'll fuck this hole till you will forget how to walk boy," he said.

It was a promise.

Not a threat.

"You'll cry and call my name every time my dick fills this tight little space."

He pressed them against my hole and then pushed inside me without any warning. 

My eyes grew wide.

"Fuck!" I moaned loudly. 

I pushed back against his hand.

“That’s better,” he whispered smugly. “No more pretending you are in control.”

I heard the sound of the zipper being undone, highly Damien opening his pants. 

And the confirmation came a moment later when his thick cock was being rubbed against my properly lubed ass. 

He did not ask. 

He just pushed forward and sank deep inside of me in one hard thrust.

I cried out.

Tears filled my eyes.

My fingers gripped the edge of the counter so tight that they became white. 

He groaned behind me.

His dick moved deeper.

The stretch was painful.

But it felt so good at the same time. 

Damien started to fuck my ass with long, deep strokes while both of his hands were on my waist to hold me in place.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he growled. 

He was too.

Every stroke he delivered was perfect.

The tears burning at the corner of my eyes started to fall down my cheeks.

My body burned with need.

“So tight for me," he muttered. "I am going to ruin this hole every single night.”

A deep moan left my lips.

One of his hands left my waist and reached around me in order to grab my cock.

He delivered rough strokes to my cock while his dick pounded into my asshole. 

Every hard thrust pushed me harder against the counter I was holding for support.

My head spun drastically.

I tried one more time to speak. 

“Damien… slow down. I can’t—”

“You can,” he cut me off. 

His voice was cold and commanding. 

“You will take everything I give you without grousing. Now open your mouth.”

He pulled out suddenly.

My hole clenched, instantly mourning the loss of his dick filling me.

"Kneel," he ordered me.

My body moved slowly.

Immediately, I was turned around by him and then pushed down onto my knees. 

A gasp escaped me.

His cock glistened in front of my face. 

“Suck on it.”

His voice was direct.

I opened my mouth wide. 

He held my head back with both of his hands and pushed all the way into my throat. 

I gagged.

But he did not stop. 

He fucked my mouth with the same steady rhythm he had used on my ass.

“Good boy,” he said. “Take it all the way. Show me how much you need this.”

Tears ran down my cheeks.

And my own cock was as hard as diamond below where it rested on my thighs.

I didn't know if I couldn't touch myself.

So I focused on pleasing him.

Damien soon pulled out of my mouth and lifted me back onto the counter.

He slammed his prick back inside of me before I could process anything.

"Ohhhhhhh," I groaned.

He fucked me harder now. 

The sound of skin slapping skin and his wet balls against my ass filled the kitchen.

“I am close,” I gasped.

“Come for me,” he ordered. 

I nodded, crying.

“Come while I am buried inside you.”

My body obeyed before my mind could even catch up with what he was saying. 

I came hard.

My seed spilled over his hand on my cock and right onto the counter below. 

Damien thrust inside my hole a few more times before his body tensed.

He was close.

I felt it.

And then he groaned low in his throat.

His seed rushed out after that.

My asshole clenched as he filled up every inch of me with his warm cum. 

He stayed inside me for a long moment.

Both of us were breathing hard.

My legs felt like jelly.

It took me a while to recover.

When he finally pulled his cock out of me, I felt completely wrecked by him. 

My ass was throbbing.

Damien took his silk tie from his pocket and wrapped it loosely around my neck. 

He tied it in a simple knot.

I was stunned when he left it there.

“Clean the counter,” he ordered me in his usual calm and collected voice. 

I swallowed hard.

“Then start preparing lunch.”

He fixed his clothes.

I watched him.

And he looked at me one last time. 

I stood there trembling.

His cum was leaking down my thighs and the silk tie he had placed was still around my neck like a blatant reminder.

"Lunch had better be good."

I watched him walk out of the kitchen while my heart was pounding hard. 

It felt like it would explode in my chest.

I knew I should stop this. 

I knew it was dangerous. 

But when my fingers touched the silk at my throat, I realized something worse.

I did not even want to stop.