CHAPTER 2

I stumbled through the doorway into the bedroom, the air thicker here, scented with leather and his musk. Before I could catch my balance, Magnus's hand clamped my shoulder, spinning me around. His eyes burned dark with raw hunger, pupils blown wide in the faint glow from the city lights filtering through sheer curtains.

He shoved me hard onto the leather couch at the room's edge, the cool, slick hide slapping against my bare ass where my pants still tangled at my ankles. I gasped, the impact jarring my spine, my hard cock bobbing painfully between my spread thighs. My shirt hung open, rags now, exposing my gaunt chest, ribs stark under pale skin, nipples peaked from the chill and his earlier twists.

“Stay down,” he growled, voice low and commanding, kicking my pants the rest of the way off with deliberate slowness. His fingers hooked the waistband, peeling the fabric down my calves, savoring every inch of revealed skin. My legs trembled, thighs quivering as cool air hit my balls, tight and aching. He tossed the pants aside, eyes raking over me,vulnerable, exposed, my cock leaking steadily onto the leather, a slick trail marking my desperation.

Fuck, the humiliation burned through me, hot shame twisting with the throb in my groin. My father-in-law's face flashed in my mind, his weak coughs, my wife's pleas.

This was the price. Submitting to Magnus, the man I'd once marked, now marking me back.

He loomed over me, bathrobe discarded somewhere in the shadows, his thick cock jutting out rigid, veins bulging along the shaft, head swollen purple and slick. One hand gripped my jaw, thumb forcing my mouth open wide. 

“Take it all this time. No half measures.”

I whimpered, lips stretching as he pressed forward, the fat head breaching my teeth, sliding heavy over my tongue. Salt and heat exploded in my mouth, his pre-cum bitter on my taste buds. He didn't pause,thrust deep in one brutal push, cock ramming the back of my throat. I choked hard, gags ripping from my chest, throat convulsing around the invasion. Tears streamed down my cheeks, spit bubbling at the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my chest. My hands flew up instinctively, pressing against his muscled thighs, but he batted them away, pinning my wrists to the couch with one massive hand.

“That's it, Finn. Choke on me. Feel how deep I own you.”

His voice rasped, hips snapping forward, forcing another inch past my spasming gag reflex. My nose buried in his dark pubes, inhaling his sweaty, masculine scent, pure dominance. Submission flooded me, a dark wave crashing over guilt and fear, leaving only raw need. My cock jerked untouched, pre-cum spurting in weak pulses.

He released my wrists, both hands now fisting my hair, yanking tight enough to scalp.

 Pain sparked white-hot, grounding me as he drove deeper, relentlessly fucking my face. Each thrust battered my throat, balls slapping my chin wetly, the obscene gluck-gluck-gluck echoing off the walls. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking sloppy around the girth, tongue swirling the underside vein because I had to, earn the drug, earn his mercy.

Emotional wreckage tore through me: the man who'd laughed under my bite months ago now reduced me to this, a drooling hole for his pleasure. Yet thrill pulsed in my veins, my body arching, hips bucking air for friction. His groans built, guttural, chest heaving as sweat beaded on his abs.

“Fuck, your throat's tighter than I remember. Made for my cock.” He pulled back slowly, letting me gasp a ragged breath, strings of throat slime connecting us, then slammed home again. Teeth grazed my scalp as he leaned down, biting the shell of my ear hard, sharp pain blooming, copper taste on my lip from earlier.

I moaned around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips. His free hand roamed my body, pinching my nipple viciously, twisting until I bucked. Fingers trailed lower, cupping my balls, rolling them rough, then slapping light, sting shooting to my core. “These are mine too. Gonna fill you everywhere before I decide on that drug.”

Panic flickered under the haze,would he? But his pace quickened, cock swelling thicker, thrusts erratic. I gagged harder, eyes watering, but sucked greedier, desperate to push him over. His grip tightened, scalp burning, as he ground deep, holding there.

“Swallow every drop, or no deal.”

Heat erupted, thick ropes of cum blasting straight down my throat, forcing me to gulp or drown. Salty, bitter flood.. I choked it down, coughing around the pulsing shaft, excess spilling from my lips, chin slick. He held me impaled, grinding lazy, milking every shudder.

Finally, he withdrew with a wet pop, cock glistening with my spit, half-hard still. I collapsed back, heaving, throat raw, body trembling. His thumb swiped cum from my lip, shoving it back in. “Good start. But we're not done.”

He hauled me up by the arm, eyes promising more ruin, dragging me toward the king bed looming in the shadows. My knees buckled, cock still throbbing, heart slamming, what fresh hell next?