Chapter 3- Control

Jake's POV

My pulse kicked up immediately he said the word, but I didn’t hesitate. 

My fingers went to my belt, unbuckling it with a sharp tug. 

Jeans slid down my thighs, pooling at my ankles. I kicked them off along with my shoes. Shirt next, buttons popped one by one until I shrugged it off my shoulders.

Boxers last, though with a bit of hesitation. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down, stepping free. 

Stark naked now, skin prickling in the cool air, my cock already half-hard from the sheer weight of his gaze.

He didn’t move, he just watched, calm as a predator sizing up prey. 

His composure made my stomach twist.

“On your knees,” he commanded. I dropped, knees hitting the carpet. The position felt exposed, vulnerable, but a low thrill hummed under my skin. 

This was supposed to be just another gig, cash to make me stable, nothing more. But the way he loomed over me, fully clothed while I knelt bare, stirred something raw.

I wasn’t new to men, but this dynamic? Handing over the reins like this? It was uncharted, and fuck if it didn’t pull at me.

He stepped closer, fingers threading into my hair, not gentle, but firm, tilting my head back.

“Open your mouth.” I did. His free hand unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, thick, veined, already stiffening.

He didn’t wait for me to adjust. Just pushed his dick past my lips, sliding deep until I gagged. 

“Suck it,” he growled.I wrapped my lips around him, my tongue licking the underside as he thrust shallow at first, then deeper. 

Saliva built fast, dripping down my chin. He gripped my hair tighter, guiding my rhythm, faster, harder. 

“That’s it. Take it all.” His voice was steady, but his hips bucked, forcing me to relax my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, tasting salt and musk. 

A moan escaped my mouth, muffled around him, and heat flushed my face. Why did that feel good? 

The control he took, it shouldn’t make me feel good but it did.

He pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting us. 

“Good boy.” The words hit like a spark, igniting something submissive in my chest. I loved it more than I hated it.

“Stand,” he ordered. I rose, legs shaky. He led me to the inner room, a wooden chest lay open on the dresser. 

Toys gleamed inside, handcuffs, a leather whip, dildos in graduated sizes, a bottle of lube. My breath caught. 

This was real. He grabbed the handcuffs first, cold metal clicking around my wrists as he bound them behind my back

“Bend over the bed.”I resisted for a second, testing. 

“What if I don’t?” His hand cracked across my ass—sharp, stinging.

“You will.” No anger, just certainty. I bent, chest pressing into the mattress, ass up, my heart pounding.

He picked up the whip next, a short, multi-tailed flogger. “This is for defiance.” The first strike landed across my thighs, leather tails biting into skin, pain blooming hot and immediate. 

I hissed, body jerking. “Count them,” he said.“One,” 

I gritted out. Another lash, higher on my ass. Fire spread. 

“Two.” My cock throbbed against the sheets, betraying me. Why the fuck was this turning me on? The burn, the loss of control, it shook me, but fuck, it felt alive.

He kept going, up to ten, each strike measured, building heat until my skin burned red. I moaned through clenched teeth, low sounds that echoed in the room. 

“Ah, fuck... three... four...” By seven, tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t safeword, I don't believe I wanted to. 

The pain twisted into something electric, pulling me under. He set the whip aside, fingers tracing the welts. 

“You take it well.” Then the lube, slick as he drizzled it between my cheeks. A finger pushed in, probing, stretching. 

I gasped, pushing back instinctively. “Stay still,” he snapped, adding a second finger, scissoring roughly.

I bit the sheets, moaning louder now, raw and needy. 

“Nngh... please...” The word slipped out, unbidden. 

He chuckled, twisting his fingers until I arched.He withdrew, grabbing a medium sized dildo. 

“This next.” He pressed the tip against me, slick with more lube, and pushed. He started off slow at first, then insistent. 

It filled me inch by inch, stretching wide. I groaned, long and broken, my body trembling. 

“Oh shit... that’s... ahh!” He worked it in and out, angling to hit my prostate. The pleasure I felt crashed over the pain. 

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yessssss….” I admitted, hating the truth in it. My defiance cracked under the rhythm, he twisted the toy, thrusting harder, making me rock back despite the cuffs.

He pulled it out, replacing it with a larger one, thicker, vibrating. The buzz started low, ramping up as he shoved it deep.

I cried out, high and desperate. “Fuck! Nathan... ah, god...” The vibrations pulsed against my walls, building pressure fast.

He held it there, watching me squirm.“Beg for more,” he demanded.I resisted again.

“No.”He slapped my ass, hard, over the welts. Pain and pleasure flared fresh. 

“Beg.”

“Please... more,” I gasped, voice breaking. He ramped the vibe higher, fucking me with it until my moans turned frantic…

“Yes, fuck, right there… mmmhhhh!” Satisfied, he yanked it free. 

“On the bed. Face up.” I rolled over, wrists still bound behind me, arching my back uncomfortably. 

He stripped now, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a chiseled chest. His cock was super hard, curving up. 

He climbed over me, straddling my chest. “Suck my nipples.”

I lifted my head, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking the peaked nub. He groaned, deep and real… “Mmm, harder.” 

I bit lightly, then sucked again, alternating sides. 

His hips ground down, cock smearing pre-cum on my stomach. He was in control, but my mouth on him felt like a small victory.

Enough teasing. He moved down, uncuffing me briefly to flip me, then recuffing with arms stretched above my head, hooked to the headboard. 

More lube, generous, coating his cock and my hole. He positioned himself, tip pressing in.

“Relax,” he ordered, but didn’t wait. One thrust, and he sank halfway. 

I yelled… “Ahh! Fuck, slow…” Pain and stretch burned, but he pushed deeper, bottoming out with a grunt.

“Take it,” he snarled, pulling back and slamming in. The rhythm built, hard, relentless. Each thrust hit deep, prostate sparking. I moaned uncontrollably…

“Oh god... yes... harder... mmhhm!” The cuffs rattled, my body jolting with every pound. Sweat slicked us, skin slapping loud.

He reached around, fisting my cock, stroking rough in time with his thrusts. 

“Cum for me.” The command tipped me. Pressure snapped, hot waves crashing as I spilled over his hand, moaning brokenly…

 “Fuck... Daddyyyy….yesss…” I groaned shooting ropes of cum out of my hard cock as it pulsed. My body clenched around him. He didn’t stop. His thrusts became faster, chasing his own edge. 

“Mine,” he growled, slamming deep one last time. 

Heat flooded inside me as he came, grunting low, pulsing inside. 

We stayed still, breaths ragged. No words. No touches. He pulled out, disposed of the evidence, left me cuffed while he dressed.

Morning light filtered in when he uncuffed me. 

He left the envelope on the table, I picked it. I dressed in silence, my legs weak, body aching. Walked out unsettled, the welts throbbing reminders.