He didn't use the collar.
Didn't tie me up.
Didn't even call me boy.
He just watched.
Every breath. Every tremble.
Like I was art. Like I was something sacred he wasn't sure he deserved to touch.
And still—he touched me.
With his mouth first.
Tongue dragging over my chest, my thighs, every spot he'd bruised days ago.
He kissed the welt on my hip like it offended him to see it there.
Even though he'd put it there himself.
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"Damn,you'll be the death of me," Jesse whispered.
I moaned under him, already pliant.
Already his.
He flipped me over with a quiet grunt, pressing his palm between my shoulders to hold me still.
No rope.
No commands.
Just his body anchoring mine.
And somehow—that felt more binding than anything he'd ever used.
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"Why are you being so…" I paused, cheek pressed against the mattress, heart pounding.
"So what?" His breath ghosted over my spine.
"Gentle."
He kissed the curve of my lower back.
"Because I've already made you bleed for me," he whispered. "Now I want to feel what it's like to have you fall apart willingly."
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He didn't tease.
Didn't make me wait.
He entered me slowly, inch by inch, watching my face the whole time. His hand slipped under my chest, pulling me up slightly until my back arched into him like instinct.
His other hand moved to my mouth.
Two fingers against my lips.
I took them in without hesitation.
He moaned behind me.
"Good fucking boy."
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He moved with purpose.
Rhythmic. Deep.
Each thrust slower than the last, as if he didn't want to finish—just wanted to stay inside me.
Stay in that moment.
In us.
And when I came, ruined and shaking, he didn't stop.
He whispered against my ear.
Three words.
Soft.
Dangerous.
"You bend me."
I froze.
Not because I didn't understand.
But because I did.
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Later, when we lay twisted in sheets, sweat cooling on our skin, I turned to face him.
"You meant it," I said.
He didn't pretend he didn't know what I meant.
He just stared at the ceiling.
"I've never wanted anyone like this," he admitted. "And I hate it."
"Why?"
"Because I can't control it."
"You don't have to," I said, brushing his jaw with the back of my fingers. "You control me. That's enough."
His eyes snapped to mine.
And for the first time…
He looked like he might believe me.