Pulling me up till my body was flat against his, Stone ground his erection into my ass. I gasped as his nimble fingers started to undo my shirt.

Once the final button was undone, he released my wrists, and none too gently yanked my shirt off. A soft moan escaped me as he roughly pushed me back onto the table, the cool surface and my heated skin a heady mix. Gripping my wrists again, he leaned down.

"Stay." he growled into my ear, before releasing my wrists.

I let out an unmanly whimper as his right hand trailed up my back, to push down on my shoulder blades. Reinforcing the position I was supposed to stay in. But he didn't have to worry, I wasn't going to move a muscle as long as he continued to spark these sinful urges and sensations in me.

A hand pulled on my belt, and I jutted my hips out to give easier access. He huskily laughed as the belt slid through the loops. "Anxious, aren't you?"

I clenched my teeth to stop the moan. A part of me wanted to keep a small shred of pride, and not immediately offer myself up to a crime boss. But the larger part of me was willing to do whatever it took to get this man's touch.

The soft leather of my belt slipped to the sides, and he zipped my fly down. Slowly, Maddox traced my erection through my underwear. I pushed into his hand, desperate for friction to my engorged shaft. Another husky chuckle.

A small breeze blew across my thighs as my slacks were yanked down to my ankles. Next went my briefs. My dick sprang forward, wiping a little of its drool on my flat stomach. Maddox gripped my cock.

I screwed my eyes shut as his nail dug into the slit at the top of the head. A sharp pain blossomed on my ass cheek as Maddox brought his hand down. A long, drawn out moan escaped me.

Stone's body covered mine as his hand slowly started to jack off my twitching cock. "You love the feeling of my hand on your cock, don't you." His statement was a breathy whisper. "You want me to go farther, don't you, my little pet." The last words were punctuated by another slap to my bare ass.

My ass pushed out, begging for more. The name should have turned me off. I should be screaming for him to let me go. But instead, it only made my cock bead more pearly pre-cum from it's tip. It was demeaning. And I thrived on it.

His pace on my cock picked up speed, and my hips bucked up into his erection. I wanted him. I wanted his cock in my ass so bad it hurt. Rubbing my ass across the tent in his pants, I whimpered again.

"Beg."

His hand left my pulsing shaft, and I mewled in protest. His body lifted away from mine, and I acutely missed his warmth, his scent, and the feel of his power dominating me.

Turning my head, I glanced back at him. Lust lined his face as his hand massaged my sore backside. But he didn't delve any deeper than the globes of my reddening ass.

"Please." It came out a soft, broken plea. And I didn't love that.

But when Maddox smirked and started pushing my ass cheeks apart, I completely forgot about it. A gloved finger lightly circled my pucker and my back arched to try and push his finger in me.

An ungloved pair of fingers appeared in my view. "Suck."

I allowed the fingers entrance to my mouth without complaint, swirling my tongue around them and working my jaw. Once Maddox was satisfied, he pulled his digits back, popping them out of my mouth. My breath came in anticipatory pants.

The slicked digits circled my hole, and I forced myself to stay still. One finger slipped past the right ring of muscle, and I groaned from the pain-pleasure combo. A second finger slipped in, before Stone started to briskly finger fuck my hole. The force behind it was almost enough to push me higher onto the table.

My ass clenched. If his hand was this powerful, what would his cock feel like? My neglected shaft made its presence known once again as the angry head bobbed with the rhythm of the thrusting digits, leaving a trail of pearly fluid on the table and my skin.

I groaned in frustration as I realized Maddox was intentionally missing my sensitive bundle of nerves. I tried arching my hips to get his fingers in a deeper angle, but all I received was a harsh slap on my heated ass cheeks.

"You're not in control, pet. I own this body, and I decide when, and if, you experience pleasure. Do not cum until I say. You won't like the consequences if you do." He chuckled sexily.

Austin's frustration was apparent, and with each sound that escaped his tantalizing mouth, my cock pulsed to a new degree of pain. His hole was so tight and warm. My body begged me to rip my digits out of him, and plunge balls deep. My dress pants were saturated from my cocks leaking tip. And from the way Austin was attempting to change the angle, and his apparent pain kink, he wouldn't put up much of a fight if I did.

His ass once again clenched on my fingers. "Fuck!"

I wanted to do precisely that. But not here, not now. I had a plan. And fucking his tight, perfect ass tonight was not part of the plan.

But poor Austin, writhing on the table like a butch in heat beneath me. I decided I'd finish what I started tonight. Tomorrow, the real fun would begin.

So I added a third digit, bumping his prostate with each thrust. Austin squirmed. His grunts and moans increased in volume. He cried out as I wrapped my hand, once again, around his velvet cock. Picking up the pace of my thrusts till I was near hammering his smaller form into the table, I grasped one of his smooth balls.

Tweaking and rolling it around in my hand, repeating my actions with its twin, I dragged my gloved hand up his stomach and chest to give the same treatment to his dusky peaks.

A growl of desire resonated from my throat as Austin began to repeat "please please please please" in a needy whisper. It was music to my ears.

A dark chuckle left me as I lowered my lips to his ear, continuing my manipulations. Trailing my tongue around the sensitive spot behind his ear, my cock jumped at the shiver that raced through him.

Biting lightly on his earlobe, I whispered "Cum".

"Oh God!" The smaller man's body jerked violently as ropes of creamy white shot onto the floor and table.

His passage muscles clenched around my hand so tightly, I thought the circulation would cut off. "Christ!"

Waves of pleasure so intense I shook passed through me. I collapsed bonelessly onto the table, slick with my sweat and sticky with my release. My breath seemed to escape me as I recovered from my intense climax.

I hissed a little as Maddox's fingers exited my hole, leaving my feeling empty. But I was too weak to try and force them back inside. Tears pricked my eyes, but not from distress. That was easily the damn best climax I'd ever had.

There was no way my hand would ever suffice. Catching my breath, I waited for Maddox to shove his massive dick into my hole. In fact, I was kinda excited for it. To feel the fullness of him inside me, feel the brunt of that powerful body pounding me into another climax. And I would climax. Just at the thought, my cock was valiantly trying to twitch to life.

His gloved hand smacked my smarting ass, and the leather packed a delicious bite. I wriggled my butt a little in response, and to hopefully entice Maddox to get on with it. I wasn't above using my beautiful ass to get what I want.

But instead, I heard footsteps, then the large double doors opening, then closing. Lifting myself on shaking forearms, I peered at the now closed door.

What. The. Hell. Just. Happened.

'I'll tell you what happened,'a little voice inside my head whispered. 'You just had a quickie in the dining room, with the man who's contract you signed.'

At the beginning, that contract had seemed like a death sentence. Now? It was a promise of sweat slicked skin slapping against each other, while bed springs creaked long into the night.

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