Dylan Garica

By the time midnight crept near, I was a wreck. Two showers, two changes of clothes, even scrubbing at my skin until it burned, and still, I couldn’t erase him. The ghost of Charles’s hand lingered on my thigh, his voice slicing through my thoughts, You did well not to squirm, pet. Oh God, it made me want to cum on the spot.

When a message lit up my phone, I almost dropped it from shaking.

Charles: My place. Midnight. Don’t make me wait.

Nervous didn’t even begin to cover it. My body was a live wire, part terror, part craving, yet here I was. Standing outside his apartment door, heart thrashing in my chest like it wanted out, every nerve screaming I shouldn’t go in. That if I did, I’d walk out changed, marked.

The door opened before I even knocked. Charles filled the frame, barefoot, black loungewear hanging loose enough to tease but not soften the sheer command radiating from him. His green eyes flicked over me like a searchlight, cataloguing every inch. The faint smirk tugging at his mouth was lethal.

“You’re late.”

I panicked, fumbling for my phone. 12:01 a.m. Shit.

“I—”

“Strip.” His tone cut clean through my excuse. He turned his back and walked inside, certain I would follow.

My throat bobbed, but I obeyed. Shoes, shirt, pants, until I was bare in his living room, clutching my clothes to my chest like a shield.

He was waiting on the couch, legs spread, one arm slung across the backrest as if he owned not just the space, but me.

“Kneel.”

The word slammed into my gut, and I sank before I could think. Heat roared through me, humiliation and arousal tangling until I was dizzy.

Charles tilted his head, lips curving faintly. “Do you know why you’re here, Dylan?”

I swallowed. “For… correction, sir.”

“Good.” His voice stroked over me, soft but sharp. “You let your mouth betray you. You asked for what you weren’t ready to have. So tonight, I’ll remind you what it means to belong to me.”

That word, belong, hit lower than any slap. My cock twitched helplessly.

“Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, chest tight, as he leaned forward with a strip of black leather. The strap cinched around my wrists with a quiet snap. The restraint wasn’t brutal, but it didn’t need to be. The weight of it alone stole my breath.

“Tonight,” he murmured, brushing a finger along my jaw, “you don’t get to think. You don’t get to ask. You only take what I give. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

The crack of his palm against my cheek came sharp, stinging. My head snapped sideways.

“Try again.”

My voice shook. “Yes, Master.”

The smile he gave me was wicked, triumphant. “Better.”

He tugged me forward, settling me between his knees. His hand dragged slowly down my chest, pausing just above my cock. I was already hard, straining, humiliatingly eager.

“Pathetic,” he whispered, almost tender. “All it takes is my hand under a table and you’re ruined. You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

His hand cupped me, squeezing hard enough to make me groan, then withdrew. My hips jerked forward on instinct, desperate, but his glare rooted me still.

“On the floor. Hands and knees.”

The hardwood bit into my palms, my knees, but the humiliation of crawling in front of him burned hotter than any scrape. The first smack of his palm against my ass knocked the air from me. The second made me whimper. By the fifth, I was pressing back into the sting, chasing it like a drug.

“You’ll count.”

“O-one… two… three—”

My voice cracked on the higher numbers, tears blurring my vision. By ten, my skin throbbed, my cock leaked, and every nerve screamed for more.

Charles soothed the red flesh with a slow rub, voice dipping into something almost affectionate. “You take pain beautifully. But let’s see how well you take denial.”

He pushed me toward the wall, chest pressed flat against it, ass high. Cool metal circled the base of my cock, tight, unyielding. A cock ring. My breath stuttered.

“Too eager,” he murmured, fastening it in place. “Now you’ll suffer properly.”

He left me bound and aching, then disappeared into the kitchen. The clink of ice, the splash of water, it made my skin prickle. When he returned, a cube of ice slid down my spine, shocking me into a gasp. Then another trailed between my cheeks, melting in cruel contrast to the heat he’d built in me.

“F-fuck” I cursed under my breath.

“You shake so prettily, Is it making you uncomfortable, pet?” he asked, and pinched my nipple until I cried out. “But remember, not a sound louder than this. Or I’ll gag you.”

I nodded frantically. 

He made me crawl again, across the living room, to the carpet, to the cool floor by the window. Each stop, a new torment, his foot pressing my cock into the rug until I whimpered, his hand tugging my hair back so my throat stretched, his fingers tapping my lips but never granting more than a fleeting taste.

“Open,” he ordered finally, sliding two fingers past my lips. I moaned around them, tongue frantic, shamelessly wetting them as if my life depended on it.

“Coat them pretty well, pet.”

I obeyed, but when my teeth grazed his knuckles, he ripped away and cracked his palm across my cheek. The sting bloomed hot, humiliation flooding me.

“Greedy little pet,” he sneered, the words curling into me like fire. “You want me to fuck you so bad, huh?”

I whimpered, too far gone to answer properly, my body betraying me with every shudder.

He crouched beside me, one hand winding deep into my hair until my eyes locked with his. His stare pinned me in place, sharp and merciless.

“You’ll remember this,” he promised, voice low and dangerous. “Every time you think of questioning me, you’ll remember how it feels to be this desperate.”

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers free from my mouth and shoved them into my aching hole.

“Ah—!” The cry ripped from me, raw and startled, the sudden invasion both shocking and addictive.

“Aw, did that startle you, pet?” he teased, pumping his fingers deep, scissoring them until my body betrayed me with need.

“M-Master…” I gasped, my voice already broken, my body trembling around the simple cruelty of his hand. I tried to steady myself, but each thrust dragged me closer to unraveling, reduced me to nothing but a mess of moans and heat. 

Then his other hand wrapped around my cock. My breath hitched, sharp, as his palm closed over me—slick from the drip of my own desperate arousal.

“Ahhh~” I cried out, hips jerking helplessly into his grip.

“Look at you,” Charles mocked, his tone silk wrapped around steel. “Already a moaning mess with just my fingers. How will you even take my cock when you’re already satisfied with my hand?”

“N-no… I-I want more, M-Master,” I begged, the words spilling out like confessions I couldn’t stop.

He chuckled, low and dangerous. “I don’t think so, Luna. You’re far too greedy. You’ll need to be stretched properly before I give you what you’re begging for.”

Another finger breached me suddenly, forcing my body open wider, a sharp cry tearing from my throat.

“P-please…”

“Please what, Luna?” His teeth grazed the edge of my ear, a cruel tease that made me shiver. “I can’t give you something when I don’t know what you’re asking for.”

I whined, half-mad with need, words tangling in my throat.

“P-please… let me cum,” I whispered, shame thick in my voice.

He stilled, pulling back just enough to make me panic, to make the emptiness ache.

“I can’t hear you,” he taunted. “Maybe I should stop what I’m doing and—”

“F-fuck!” I broke, louder this time, desperate. “Master, I want to cum, please! Please let me cum!”

“There you go,” he purred, satisfaction dripping from every syllable. “That’s my good pet.”

He slid the cock ring free, and my release hit me like a tidal wave. Heat shot through me, my body convulsing as I spilled into his hand, my vision blurring with the force of it. My knees buckled, the strength leaving me in a rush.

I would’ve collapsed onto the floor if Charles hadn’t caught me, his arms iron around my limp body. With careful precision, he untied the straps on my arms. The leather marks remained on my skin, red and raw, proof of how tightly I’d been bound.

“You’re doing pretty well, Dylan.” His voice softened just enough to twist my chest. “I’m proud of you for making it this far.”

My face burned, shame and pride warring as I buried my head against his shoulder. The praise, unexpected and unguarded, left me trembling in a different way.

Without a word, he scooped me up and carried me toward the bathroom. My body felt weightless in his hold, exhausted and heavy all at once, my eyes fluttering half-shut. Just before the darkness of sleep could take me, Charles leaned close, his breath hot against my temple, his words branding me deeper than any touch.

“Keep this up and you’ll be rewarded.” he said smoothly. “This is just the beginning.”