3 days, I'm doing it!
Quickly passing by to drop this masterpiece, I need to do so many other things.
I'm not quite satisfied, but nothing I can do now. I will try to polish everything in the next chapters. It's so good to be back. Enjoy ^.^
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Brock closed the door behind himself, leaving us alone. I hated the way his eyes were looking at me, filled with pain, because I knew he had every right.

"I... I was avoiding you, because I thought letting you touch me and then fuck me would give you the reason to hurt me again. It was me who was selfish at that time, and I'm so sorry," I started, taking a deep breath.

"Because what I did hurt us both. I hadn't even known how much I loved you until I lost you. And you were right. I need somebody who's going to tell me what to do, protect me and dominate me. But I also need somebody who's going to stand by my side if I need it, who's going to support me and love me," I continued, my fingers started to hurt how tightly I was clutching the rope.

"When I was dreaming about my future partner, it wasn't a picture looking like you. But now you're the only thing I can think about. Forgive me for hurting you."

I looked down, hating the silence there was.

At least I tried, right? I gave it the last chance.

"I won't leave until you say any words. Yell at me or scream, I don't care, just say something," I whispered, looking back at him.

"Please, p-plea-" I begged him, feeling tears in my eyes.

Everything happened so quickly. He did a few quick steps towards me, kissing me so hungrily, yet so sweetly.

"Don't cry," he smiled at me, while wiping away the tears on my face.

I stared deeply into his eyes for a few seconds, feeling weak all of the sudden. Letting go of the rope, I wrapped my arms around his neck and smashed my lips against his.

As it was like a sign he was waiting for, he pushed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. I moaned, my fingers ran through his hair. His hands sliding upon my skin like in unexplainable hunger, leaving a trail of burning sensation.

And then he did something unexpected. With one move the collar around my neck got loose, and with a loud thump it fell on the ground. I looked into his eyes, confused than ever.

"Why did y-" I wanted to ask what I had in mind, but he quickly pecked my lips to shut me up.

"Don't."

He picked my up, kissing me hungrily again, and I instinctively locked my legs around his waist, when he carried me to the bed without breaking the kiss. During the walk he somehow managed to undo the harness, which fell down before we even reached the bed.

When he threw me down, I tried to calm my fast pounding heart, my breath. He didn't give me any moments to process his confusing behavior, when he kissed me once again.

All my thoughts about my previous plan, about why didn't he acted like I wanted him to, vanished into the thin air. All I was aware of was him and him only. His body pressing against mine, his hands on my skin, his lips on mines.

That was the moment he stopped with everything and pulled away to look into my eyes. It was like he was trying to find something. I licked my lips, trying to get rid of the dryness in my mouth.

"You're just so handsome. Like an angel," he smiled at me, his fingers slowly touched my cheek.

"Delirious," I breathed out, desperately craving for him.

"I wish to stop the time, you know. Just look at you forever, having you underneath me like this. So innocent and yet so dirty," he whispered, retreating his fingers from my cheek back to his body when he pulled away from me.

"I won't sleep with you."

My heart skipped a beat, while I looked at him with fear in my eyes. Supporting myself on my elbows, I blinked several times in confusion and worries.

Is this a rejection?!

"What? Why? Am I too late?" I asked him silently, feeling new tears forming after my last sentence.

"No, princess, but sleeping with you after what you told me would seemed like the sign of me using you again. And I won't do that."

That's why he got rid of the collar and the harness. He didn't want to seem like he's using me again.

I quickly sat up, holding his hand before he could have walk away. My heart was widely beating in my chest, but I was already determined not to loose him.

"You want to dominate me, and I crave to be dominated. There's no using, not this time. What you want is the same thing as I want, Delirious."

I stood up, giving myself a courage to stand in front of him, even though my legs were shaking. He carefully watched me, like he wasn't sure about what I was saying.

"I want to be your equal in the relationship, I want to be loved and taken care of. But I want to be your slave in the moments like these. Please," I whispered, my arms locking around his neck for support I needed.

"Evan," he growled silently.

I knew he was just a few inches away from the line I wanted him to cross, just a tiny push to break the walls.

"My whole body is yours for this moment. Do whatever you want with it. Use me, sir," I pleaded in pleading whisper, moaning the last part.

I was immediately pushed, falling back to the bed. My lips were attacked in a few seconds after, his hand drifting upon my skin, leaving a a trail of fire. I undid his tie, dying in excitement and in victory. I clumsily unbuttoned his even his shirt,  my whole body was shaking, my mind consumed by everything he was giving me.

Having a free access to his toned body I didn't wait for his approval, already enjoying the muscles underneath my fingertips. His hand stopped touching me the same moment he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, breaking the kiss.

"What do you think you're doing?"

His voice was already deep and husky, his blue eyes filled with something I had been trying to avoid this whole time, something I loved to see there. He instantly grabbed my hands, tying them with the tie, and pinned them above my hand.

"No touching," he growled, kissing my for him perfectly placed neck.

"Delirious," I moaned, absolutely loving what he was doing to me.

I was nothing but a moaning mess in a few seconds, my throbbing members letting me know that it was a long time I didn't received this treatment. His lips took care of my body, softly and gently exploring my skin.

"Please, please I beg you," I pleaded in yet another moan, looking at him.

"What? Can't you see I just started? I couldn't have enjoyed this body for so long," he replied in whisper.

"But I want you, sir. I want you to fuck me. Ravage my body," I moaned, not even embarrassed with the last sentences.

"And end up this moment so soon? Not going to happen," he replied, returning back to kissing my body.

He's driving me insane!

"Delirious, I'm already so close to the edge. Please," I said quickly, seeing his look at me again.

"Permission granted," he smiled at me, his hand already palming me through my only piece of clothes I had on me.

The combination of his hand, his lips, sending me up rocket speed. When my body started to shake under the familiar emotions, he got rid of my boxers, his fingers wrapped around my cock. I arched my back, moaning loudly, and as hard as I tried to resist he didn't stop.

"Give in, Princess. Cum for me."

His deep unique voice was that little push I needed, reaching the top with his name on my lips. After so long abstinence the feeling was much stronger, spreading through every inch of my body.

He finally let go off my hands, slowly untying me. Still panting and still consumed by the vanishing orgasm, I wasn't defending myself. I sobered the moment he stood up, running his fingers through his hair.

"No!"

I immediately knew what was going on, what he was trying to do. Quickly sitting up, once again, I grabbed his hand. Without any other words I locked my arms around his neck, pulling his down to the kiss.

C'mon, Delirious. Please, please let me make you happy.

Hoping he was focused on kissing me, I got rid of his shirt. My hands drifting upon his skin, ending on his jeans. I was suddenly picked up, locking my legs around his waist for support. He pinned me to the nearest wall, parting our lips with his eyes having shade of authority.

"I told you no touching," he growled, a danger tone making me excited again.

All I wanted at that moment was to feel him. Feel him inside me, to make me complete again.

"Sir, fuck me. I beg you," I pleaded once again, not even minding the cold wall against my back.

"Give me one good reason," he replied, letting me stand on my own legs.

I had to grab his arms for support, feeling so weak. My mind already clouded by the idea what he might give me.

"Because you're the only one who can satisfy me," I replied, aiming for the arrogant side of him.

"Really now?" He mocked me, but I knew I was half way there.

"But if you think I'm unworthy, I can ask Luke or my teacher to try what you didn't-"

His lips smashed against mines, interrupting my try to make him jealous. The kiss was more lustful, passionate, aggressive.

"Don't you dare talk about them," he growled furiously when he pulled away from me.

"Spit," he commanded with his voice still in danger jealousy.

I did what he wanted, when he grabbed my leg and raised it up a bit. Using his free hand, he slowly inserted his fingers in, and I placed my head on the wall, digging my nails into his arms in excitement. It was almost what I wanted, what I was waiting for.

"I don't care how many times they've satisfied you. What everything they've done to you. They will never match me. You and I both know that," he growled again, angry and jealous, and I quickly nodded my head.

"I don't care how many times you fucked other boys, or what everything you've done to them," I paused myself, moaning in please.

"They will never match you," he nodded his head, pecking my lips.

"I'm all yours, Delirious. I was yours from the first moment," I whispered quickly, looking at him.

"And I'm yours. Now and forever."

Now and forever.

His words made my heart skip a few beats, before returning back to beating against my chest like a mad man. I saw him lower his jeans, and I licked my already dried lips.

When he thrusted into me, I gasped for the air, having the rest of the air stolen by his lips when he kissed me. I tried to get used to the feelings I hadn't felt for so long, his length I loved so much. He growled in satisfaction into my mouth, while I moaned silently when he started to move in his regular pace. In a few minutes, we were both consumed by the hormones and with each faster and tougher move was sending me to the top.

I was already panting like a dog once again, feeling his lips and teeth on my skin, while enjoying the rough way he was taking me. I lost the control over my body, being completely held by the older man.

"Permission to cum... ngh... fuck," I screamed, digging my nails into his arms.

"Cum, Princess," he growled, and I was so glad he wasn't so cruel to deny it.

I let the emotions completely take control over my body, screaming in pleasure, while I felt his semen filling my inside after few more quick thrusts. I fell into his arms afterwards, being picked up bridal style and carried towards the bed.

I felt so tired, but so satisfied. This was the moment I wasn't regretting my decision, knowing I chose right. He laid down next to me, letting me put my head on his chest in a sweet cuddle.

"Love you, Jonathan," I mumbled tiredly, closing my eyes.

"I love you too. Now and forever."