HIDE: A DANGEROUS AFFAIR

EIGHTEEN

His nostrils flared. He wasn't used to getting denied, but as always, Brandon has shown that he was rebellious. Brandon held his breath, waiting to see Wilson's next action.

His heart was beating excitedly in his chest, and an alone sweat trickled down his forehead as he held his gaze. By now, Wilson wouldn’t truly harm him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t punish him for his defiance.

“All right,” he mumbled. “If that’s how you want it.” And using his grip on his wrist, he twisted his arm upwards, forcing him down to his knees. With his free hand, he unzipped his shorts, letting his erection free. Then he wrapped his hair around his fist and pushed his mouth toward his c**k. “Suck it,” he roughly ordered, staring down at him.

Relieved by the simple task, he gladly obeyed, closing his lips around the thick column of his c**k. He tasted great, the tip of his shaft damp with pre-c*m, and some of his anxiety faded, edged out by growing desire. Brandon loved pleasuring him like that, and as Wilson’s grip on his wrist slackened, he used both hands to cup his balls, kneading and massaging them with firm pressure.

He groaned, closing his eyes, and Brandon began to move his mouth back and forth, using a sucking motion to bring him deeper into his throat each time. The way he held his hair hurt Brandon's scalp, but the discomfort only enhanced his arousal.

Looking up at him, Brandon took in the tortured expression on his face, enjoying the small taste of the power he gave him.

Today, though, he didn’t let him set the pace for long. Instead, he pushed his hips forward, forcing his c**k further into his throat, and he gagged, spitting up some saliva.

That seemed to please him, and he muttered thickly, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” opening his eyes to watch him as he began to f**k his face with a hard, relentless rhythm. He choked again, and more saliva dribbles out, coating his chin and his c**k with viscous moisture.

He released him then, but before he could catch his breath, he pushed him down on the mat, face first, causing him to fall onto his hands. Then he got behind him. Brandon felt him pulling his shorts and briefs down to his knees.

Brandon's d**k pulsed in hungry anticipation. He tensed instinctively as he felt the head of his c**k pressing between his cheeks.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured, grasping his hips to hold him in place as he began to push in. “Just relax . . . Yes, there is a good boy . . .”

For some reason, his c**k felt hugely different and Brandon was uncomfortable a bit. He took small, shallow breaths as he tried to calm himself.

“Wilson, please . . .” The words came out in a low, pleading whisper as he ruthlessly pushed deeper, the saliva coating his c**k acting as makeshift lube. His insides twisted, and sweat broke out all over his body as the tight ring of muscle finally gave in, letting his massive c**k slide in. Now he was throbbing deep inside him, making him feel unbearably full, engulfed, and overtaken.

“Please what?” he breathed, sliding one muscular arm under his hips to hold him in place. At the same time, his other hand grabbed his hair again, forcing his body to arch backward. The new angle deepened the penetration, and he cried out, beginning to shake.

It was too much. Maybe he was just aroused but not prepared for what was happening. On other days, it felt easy and sensational. But, today, today it hurt. He was still turned on, his body eager for whatever sensations Wilson chose to give out.

“Please what?” he repeated, his voice low and rough. “Please f**k me? Please give me more?”

“I . . . I don’t know . . .” he could hardly speak, his senses overwhelmed.

He stilled then, not moving, and Brandon was grateful for that small break as it allowed him to adjust to the brutal hardness lodged within him. He tried to steady his breathing, to relax, and the discomfort gradually began to fade, growing into something he liked. Pleasure.

He started to move again, his thrusts slow and deep, and the heat intensified, centering low in his core. It was now erotic and made his d**k erect. Being possessed like this was reassuring to Brandon.

Closing his eyes, Brandon began to get into the primal rhythm of his movements, the thrust, and drag that made his insides churn with agony and pleasure. His c**k began more swollen, becoming more sensitive, and he knew it will take only a few light touches to make him come, to relieve the tension building within him. But he didn’t touch his c**k.

Wilson's hand released Brandon's hair and slid down to his neck. Then he gripped his throat, forcing him to rise so that he was standing on his knees, his back slightly arched. His eyes popped open, and his hands automatically flew up, clutching at his strangling fingers, but there was nothing he could do to loosen his hold.

In that position, he was even deeper inside him, and he could barely breathe, his heart began to pound with a new, unfamiliar fear.

He leaned forward then, and Brandon could feel Wilson's lips brushing against his ear. “You are mine for the rest of your life,” he whispered harshly, the warmth of his breath making Brandon's skin prickle with goosebumps. “Do you understand me, Brandon? All of you—your d**k, your asshole, your f*****g inner thoughts . . . It’s all mine to use and abuse as I will. I own you, inside and out, in every way possible . . .”

His sharp teeth sank into his, neck, causing him to gasp at the sudden pain. “Do you understand me?” There was a dark note in his voice that scared Brandon. That was new. He had never wanted him to acknowledge his ownership of him so badly.

His fingers were tightened around his throat, slowly but inexorably cutting off his air supply. Rising panic sent adrenaline surging through his veins. “Yes . . .” he managed to rasp out, his fingers now clawing at his hand, trying to pry it away.

To his horror, he started seeing stars, the room blurring and going dark in front of his eyes. Surely, he didn’t mean to kill him . . . Surely, he didn’t mean to kill him . . . He was terrified, yet for some strange reason, his s*x throbbed, and electric shivers ran over his skin as his arousal spiraled inexorably higher.

“Good. Now tell me . . . Whose boyfriend are you?” His fingers tightened further, and the stars became so visible as his brain struggled to get enough oxygen. His body was at the brink of suffocation, yet it was more alive At that moment than it has ever been, every sensation sharpened and refined.

The burning thickness of his c**k inside Brandon's ass, the heat of his breath on Brandon's temple, the pulsing of Brandon's engorged c**k—it was too much and not enough at the same time.

Brandon wanted to scream and struggle, but he couldn't move. He was trapped, and Wilson wasn't ready to let go until he accepted who was alpha in their relationship.

“Whose?” Wilson demanded again.

Right before he passed out, his grip on Brandon's throat eased, and Brandon choked out, “Yours."

Even as his body convulsed in a wave of agonized ecstasy, the orgasm was sudden and startlingly intense as much-needed oxygen rushed into his lungs.

Frantically gulping in air, he slumped against him, trembling all over. He couldn’t believe he came like that, without Wilson touching his d**k at all.

He couldn’t believe he came while being afraid of dying. After a moment, he became conscious of his lips grazing his sweat-dampened cheek. “Yes,” he murmured, his hand now gently stroking his throat, “that’s right, baby . . .” He was still buried inside Brandon, his hard c**k splitting him apart, invading him. “And you do not get displeased when someone addresses you as my boyfriend.”

“I won't,” Brandon gasped out hoarsely, quivering as his fingers trailed down from his neck to his chest. Brandon was still wearing his top, and his hand burrowed under the free material, his chest.

“We are clear about that?” he persisted, his fingers pinching his n****e. It was erect and sensitive from his orgasm, and his touch sent a fresh ripple of heat down to his d**k. “And you won't ever disobey me?”

“Yes, I won't,” Brandon whispered, closing his eyes.

It was certain that his keys to freedom now belonged in the hands of Wilson. He knew that his identity has been hair erased to entwine with that of Wilson. Forever. Brandon Daniel was gone for good.