LOGINHis laugh rumbled through me, vibrating around his cock as he yanked back, his head popping free with a wet slurp, my rim gaping empty, clenching air. Before I could whine, his hand fisted my hair, wrenching me down. Brutal strength shoved me off the wall, knees slamming carpet, palms slapping down. All fours with my ass up, exposed like prey in the dim suite light. Glass fogged behind me, smeared with my pre-cum streaks, city lights mocking my position.
Magnus loomed over, shadows carving his scars sharp. His cock slapped my ass cheek , heavy, slick, veins pulsing hot against skin. 'That's right, bitch. Present for your owner.' Rough hands gripped my hips, yanking them higher, thumbs digging bruises into flesh. My gaunt frame trembled, spine arched, hole winking desperate. Emotional flood hit humiliation twisting with raw need, father-in-law's life traded for this degradation. His dominance cracked me open, past bites on his collarbone haunting: I'd marked him once, now he branded me eternally.
He mounted me ruthlessly, knees straddling my thighs, pinning me flat. Cockhead prodded my rim, blunt and insistent then speared deep in one vicious thrust. Balls slapped my taint, shaft stretching me obscene, punching guts full. I howled, forehead to carpet, fingers clawing fibers. Pain ripped fresh, rim burning around his girth, but pleasure exploded, prostate crushed under the invasion. 'Fuck... Magnus!' Voice wrecked, body bucking instinctive, ass sucking him deeper.
Hips pulled back slowly, dragging every ridge then slammed home, pounding rhythm savage. Thud-thud-thud echoed, wet smacks of skin on skin, his balls swinging heavy against mine. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back, mixing blood from shoulder bites. He leaned forward, chest sealing to my spine, scars rasping raw. Teeth sank into the dip of my lower back, savage crunch, skin tearing, blood welling hot. I screamed, hole spasming wild around his pistoning cock, milking him frantically.
He sucked the wound, tongue lapping copper, then released with a pop. Hot mouth dragged up my spine, nipping vertebrae,,bite after bite, alternating sharp pain with harsh, forced kisses. Lips crushed my shoulder blade, tongue shoving in rough, claiming muscle like pussy. Beard scraped fire, stubble grinding wounds open. 'Taste your submission, Finn. Sweet as your desperate ass.' Growl vibrated bone-deep, hips never slowing, cock reaming me merciless, churning lube and pre-cum to froth.
My cock dangled hard, untouched, slapping thighs with each brutal jackhammer. Pre-cum strung to carpet, pooling sticky. Emotional haze thickened, guilt for my wife flickered, smothered by ecstasy, his power owning my soul. Scars pressed into me, our marks mirroring, twisted intimacy binding us. I'd bitten him playful once; now he devoured me whole. Thrusts vicious, spearing prostate dead-on, coiling orgasm tight in my gut.
One hand snaked under my chin, clamping my throat from front, fingers vise-tight, squeezing veins, air cut sharp. Pulse thundered under his palm, vision spotting black. 'Choke it out, slut. Who fucking owns you?' Voice ice-cold command, hips grinding deeper, cock swelling thicker. I gagged, throat convulsing, submission choking words. Ass clenched desperate, rim fluttering his base. Bites peppered my spine now, red welts blooming, blood trickling down flanks.
'Yours... Magnus... own me!' Rasped through a crushed windpipe, body breaking under control. His free hand mauled my hip, nails gouging, holding me impaled as he hammered faster. His forced kiss landed on my nape, lips bruising, teeth nipping earlobes bloody. Throat squeeze tightened, stars bursting, oxygen starvation spiking pleasure electric. Cock throbbed inside, veins dragging walls raw, balls tightening against my ass.
I shattered, orgasm ripping violent, cum erupting in thick ropes, splattering carpet untouched. Hole spasmed wild, milking his shaft greedy, waves crashing endless. Screamed muffled against his palm, body convulsing, knees sliding slick. He growled triumph, thrusts turning erratic, pounding through my climax, wringing every drop. 'That's it, break for me. Cum like the whore you are.'
Emotional release flooded with total surrender, desperation for the drug paling against this ownership. His scars ground my bites, past colliding present, power play sealing fate but he didn't stop. Throat grip eased just enough for ragged breaths, bites trailing lower,teeth sinking into ass cheek, drawing fresh blood as he railed on. Cock stayed buried, hips snapping vicious, chasing his peak. 'Not done, Finn. Gonna fill this hole, mark you inside out.' Hand released throat, slapping my face light, stinging command then fisted hair, yanking head back. Spine arched painful, ass presented higher, his dominance unrelenting. Cum cooled sticky under me, body wrecked, but ache built again, craving more ruin. The night stretched endless, his threats and claims promising deeper torment.
Magnus's thrusts slowed, grinding deep instead of pounding, his cock pulsing hot inside my spasming hole. Cum dripped from my spent dick, mixing with sweat and blood on the carpet. My body quivered, wrecked from the orgasm, muscles twitching under his weight. He released my hair, fingers loosening just enough to slide one arm around my chest, hauling me up. Knees scraped carpet as he pulled me close, back slamming against his scarred torso, his heartbeat thundering against my spine.His free hand clamped my jaw, twisting my head sideways. Lips crashed into mine bruising, his forceful tongue shoving past teeth, tasting my gasps. Beard scraped my cheek raw, stubble grinding into fresh bite marks. He broke the kiss with a suck on my lower lip, teeth nipping until copper flooded my mouth. 'Mine,' he growled, breath scorching my ear. Then his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard, teeth sinking deep into the tender flesh below my ear. Pain bloomed sharp, skin tearing under the bite, blo
His laugh rumbled through me, vibrating around his cock as he yanked back, his head popping free with a wet slurp, my rim gaping empty, clenching air. Before I could whine, his hand fisted my hair, wrenching me down. Brutal strength shoved me off the wall, knees slamming carpet, palms slapping down. All fours with my ass up, exposed like prey in the dim suite light. Glass fogged behind me, smeared with my pre-cum streaks, city lights mocking my position.Magnus loomed over, shadows carving his scars sharp. His cock slapped my ass cheek , heavy, slick, veins pulsing hot against skin. 'That's right, bitch. Present for your owner.' Rough hands gripped my hips, yanking them higher, thumbs digging bruises into flesh. My gaunt frame trembled, spine arched, hole winking desperate. Emotional flood hit humiliation twisting with raw need, father-in-law's life traded for this degradation. His dominance cracked me open, past bites on his collarbone haunting: I'd marked him once, now he branded me
His fingers tightened around my leaking cock, stroking once, slow, torturous, squeezing the head until pre-cum oozed over his knuckles. I whimpered, ass clenching around his buried shaft, desperate for the brutal rhythm he'd halted but Magnus yanked his hand away, fisting my hair instead. 'Up,' he growled, hauling me off the couch in one fluid, ruthless pull.My body obeyed before my mind caught up, legs shaky, hole stuffed full with his throbbing girth. He spun me, cock dragging sparks inside me, and slammed me chest-first against the cold glass wall. The city lights blurred beyond, a distant world indifferent to my ruin. Frosty pane shocked my nipples hard, my cheek pressed flat, breath fogging the surface in ragged bursts. His hips pinned me there, dick buried to the hilt, balls mashed against my ass. No escape, no mercy just his heat searing my back, scars rasping raw skin.'Look at them out there,' he rasped, lips brushing my ear, one hand slamming beside my head on the glass. 'L
My knees hit the plush carpet before we reached the bed, buckling under the raw ache in my throat and the fire in my veins. Magnus yanked me up roughly, his grip bruising my bicep, but instead of shoving me onto the mattress, he spun me back toward the leather couch. 'Not yet,' he snarled, voice thick with unfinished lust. His bathrobe,wait, it hung open now, not fully discarded earlier, clinging to his shoulders like a taunt. With a shrug, he ripped it off completely, letting it pool at his feet.His body gleamed in the dim light, broad chest heaving, abs carved tight from power and control, that crooked bite mark I'd left months ago stark on his collarbone but now, fresh scars crisscrossed his torso: thin, pink lines slashing across his pecs and ribs, deliberate and vicious, like he'd been marked by claws or a whip. Who the fuck had done that to him? The sight twisted something feral in my gut, jealousy? Pity? It didn't matter. His cock stood brutal and hard again, already swelling
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, tig
I stood outside the presidential suite on the 30th floor of the XX Hotel, my phone clutched in my sweating hand. The text from that unknown number burned in my mind: 22:00, XX Hotel, 3007. It was 22:02 now. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a reminder of why I was here, my father-in-law dying without that last dose of the experimental drug from MC Pharma. I begged, called, emailed everyone. Nothing until this.I raised my fist to knock, but the door was unlocked. It creaked open into pitch blackness. No lights, no sound except the distant hum of the city below. Tension coiled in my gut like a fist. I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me.“22:03.”A soft laugh sliced the darkness, slow and deliberate, sending ice down my spine.“You still like being late.”My throat tightened. I knew that voice. Magnus. He stepped forward from the shadows, his bathrobe hanging loose, the hem swaying against his thick thighs. A crooked bite mark scarred his collarbone—my mark from







