Shadowman (Alabaster Penitentiary Book 5), page 46
Out here, I’m free of chains for real. Not just an illusion made by Manuel Blanco as some favor to Trevel.
I don’t care what I have to do, I’m staying out here.
Obviously, I’ve never been out here before. I’ve never seen anything on this island outside of Alabaster Penitentiary. But I know there’s a mansion, and I know it’s on the other side of the island. I also know that the entire island is only a couple of miles across, and while my cardio is pretty rusty, I know I can run two miles in less than fifteen minutes.
Regardless of what’s happening in the prison, despite knowing what The Ivory could do to me if he finds out, right now I’m free.
Finally… I’m fucking free.
“Byron!” Trevel hollers again. “You’ll regret running from me, baby, I promise.”
I don’t understand it, but my balls throb.
I’m higher than I have been in years. This rush… Fuck, I missed it.
The stalking. Breaking into his rich-boy townhouse to tie him up and fuck him like a possession…
Rain is soaking into my hair, and I’m panting. Slinking behind a tree, I pause to catch my breath, peeking around it for any sign of Trevel. But I don’t see him.
The mansion is visible up ahead, just through the trees—probably less than half a mile. There’s a cluster of stone buildings and structures leading up to it. And along the shore, a baroque monstrosity of luxurious alabaster.
The Ivory Mansion. That’s it.
Wow… It’s breathtaking.
A twig snaps, and my pulse pops. He’s close…
“Warrior…” Trevel sings. “Come out and play.”
It’s so difficult for me not to snort at that reference to one of my favorite movies. But I force my lips together and slip, quietly, around the other side of the tree.
Yea, great. So we happen to like a few of the same movies and bands. Like The Warriors, and The Princess Bride, The Used and Northstar—weird that almost all of them start with “The.”
I do know things about him, but it’s all superficial, and that was the point I was trying to get across… Though our argument has seemingly taken a backseat to him chasing me through the woods like The Big, Bad Wolf.
“You can run, but you can’t hide!” he bellows.
I mean, come on.
Dashing as quickly and quietly as possible, I weave between trees, with the Ivory Mansion in my sights. There’s something of a house just ahead. Not part of the mansion per se, most likely staff quarters or something. I creep closer to get a better look.
There are vines and strange flowers crawling all over the exterior of the building made of weathered stone, interesting, being that it’s technically winter. I have to say, it doesn’t feel cold at all right now… Maybe it’s because I’m running.
Either way, it’s a beautiful sight, in spite of the decay. Reaching forward, I run my fingers over the wet rock.
But then I’m tackled to the ground.
In an instant, Trevel is on top of me, pinning me to the forest floor.
“Did you really think you could escape me, sweet fury?” he hisses, holding my arms down while I fight against him. “I’m not like the others. You can’t just flutter your pretty self in front of me then yank it away. You’re mine, Byron.”
My heart thumps wildly, chest heaving to match his. Black strands of wet hair hang in his eyes, his white t-shirt soaked through and clinging to his muscles. He looks manic. Psychotic.
Sexy… so so sexy.
I swallow, writhing beneath him as he leans over my face to breathe, “Only. Fucking. Mine.”
A soft groan leaves me, but I growl to cover it, using all of my strength to fight him off. He’s stronger than he looks, and despite my training instincts, I’m not overpowering him.
Because I’m not really trying to…
I think I like this.
“You like when it hurts…”
We’re burning so hot, puffs of steam drifting from our ragged breaths. Raindrops tumble over his lips, falling onto mine. I lick them.
I wanted him to catch me.
He’s my stalker… Chasing what he wants in the dark.
“You gonna be a good boy for me?” he growls, thrusting his big cock between my legs. My own dick is pulsing at the sensation.
“Fuck you,” I spit, eyes hooded as I gaze up at him.
“Fuck me?” he rumbles, pinning my wrists with one hand while the other runs down to cup my cock.
“God, fuck you…” I whimper, then snarl, “Get off…”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, then kisses my lips hard, forcing his tongue between them.
I’m still fighting him, and I don’t even think it’s an act. I’m split down the middle, between wanting this and knowing with full certainty that as good as it feels right now, it’ll most likely rough me the fuck up in the end.
“I’m not yours,” I grunt hoarsely. “You don’t own me, Trevel.”
“Please,” he scoffs, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach. “Just wait until my cock is in your fucking stomach and you’re begging me to breed you nice and deep… Then we’ll see who you belong to, won’t we, sweet whore?”
God, what the fuck…
My balls throb so hard it hurts, precum leaking from my cock at his degrading words paired with that… treasuring touch.
Trevel tugs my hands behind my back, and I whine from the pain. But my dick is aching, trapped between my body and the mushy, saturated ground. He rips my pants down quick, exposing my ass to the cool air, my face flushing so hot I’m melting. I try to push back, but he stuffs me harder into leaves and dirt.
Turning my face, I glimpse him pulling out his cock and spitting into his palm.
“W-wait…” I sputter, nerves bunching me up all over.
“Nope,” he hisses, pressing wet fingers between my cheeks. “Don’t fight, furious boy. If you open up, it’ll hurt less.”
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck.
My head is spinning. I’m panting and purring and… arching up to him. But pretending I’m not.
Fuck, what is this?
I feel like… Michelangelo.
Longing to be chased and cherished, and hurt. To ache with the pleasure of being fucked like a possession.
His possession.
Trevel slams his cock into my ass, without any priming or warming me up. The force of it crushes air from my lungs, and I choke, “Ffuck… Jesus…”
“Uhh… yes,” he mewls above me, voice cracking as he shoves in me deeper with a powerful thrust. “Fuckin’ hell, baby… Take it.”
A guttural groan escapes my shivering lips at the intense burn. No lube, no easing me into it. Just some spit and a huge, hard cock tunneling its way inside my body.
“Unnghh!” I whine when he drags back, driving in again, deeper. So deep his pelvis is on my cheeks. “Fuuuck… ummfff…”
“You sweet, perfect hole…” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back. “You like when I ride it raw?”
I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks with the rain and salty air as he pulls and pushes, pumping me full of cock from behind. The burn and stretch are almost insufferable. So much more intense than last time…
But my dick is engorged beneath me, arousal seeping out in pulses. Fuck, I think I’m already coming.
Trevel releases my hands to hold me by the throat, hauling my hips back so that I’m on my knees. As soon as I’m in this position, he’s fucking into me rough. Not a moment to adjust, brutal thrusts driving my body back into the ground. I can’t hold myself up, arms shaking, knees sore.
He whips his shirt off, then pulls mine off, melding his wet muscles to my back while he licks and bites my nape.
This sex is feral. We’re wild animals, fucking in the forest. Grunting, skin slapping as he takes me from behind like a menace. A beast. A wicked, insatiable fiend.
“You don’t belong to me?” he hisses as he viciously bucks his cock into my ass.
I nod, but croak, “N-no… I d-don’t…” He bites me, and I whimper, “Fuck… you… Uhhfuuuck me.”
Trevel hums, covering my mouth with his hand. “Now who’s lying? I think it’s the bitch on his knees taking a big dick.”
God… damn…
God damn god damn god damn.
I can feel myself winding, racing to an orgasm that’s oh-so close. I reach for my dick, but Trevel rips my hand away.
“Uh-uh.” His voice is as uneven as mine from the way he’s pounding me. “You come when I say you come…”
“You don’t… own my… ohhfuck.” My mumbling beneath his hand fades as the fat crown of his cock jams at my prostate.
Over, and over… and over.
“Mmm, I think I do.” His forehead drops onto my shoulder, and he groans. “Look at you… Taking this raw cock, clamping on it like a slut.”
“Unleash on me, baby…” I plead, eyes rolling back in my skull.
Everything below my waist is going numb, loins coiled up tight, ready to erupt.
But just as I’m about to get my reward for enduring this rough pounding, he pulls out. Pulling the rug out from under my climax.
“Ffuck… w-what…” I whine as I melt into the ground.
Trevel chuckles sadistically, and I really wish it wasn’t so damn sexy.
He flips me onto my back, ripping my soaking wet pants off all the way off. Then he slithers out of his, leaving us naked and panting in the forest, succumbing to the storm.
“Let me show you just how mine you really are, sweet fury.”
“Fuck… you…”
Pain, searing through my chest. Aching and bruised.
“God, yes… Take it.”
The winds whip rainfall at my back. My heart is flying, leaping so aggressively that I’m dizzy.
Or it’s this fucked-up situation… Making it so I can hardly see through the fog.
“N-no…”
Pushing his legs open, I pin Byron down in the sopping leaves and dirt with my body weight, wedging myself between his thighs. It’s dark, but I can still see him, the moon’s glow and some nearby light from the house bathing him in dull orange.
He’s flushed, trembling and… nervous. His body wants it, as evident by the way he’s writhing into me, eyes hooded with lust, dick solid and stretched up to his navel, leaving a puddle on his abs.
But he’s fighting me, because he knows I might hurt him. Sure, he likes the physical pain, but he’s afraid of what I could do to him inside, and that’s valid. I knew all along it would come to this…
I’m going to lose him if I don’t… fight back.
Fight to keep him.
The last hour is a haze. I barely remember what led us here. All I know is that when he ran from me, I was overcome with the primal need to chase. To capture him, pin him down, and prove to him that no matter how badly it destroys us both… He’ll never escape me.
I won’t allow him to.
Spitting into my hand, I rub more sorry excuse for lubrication onto my cock, guiding it up to him. He’s clenching, squirming in faux-protest, moist lips parted and quivering as I lean over his slick muscles to keep him down.
“Hold still,” I breathe out hoarsely, giving a nice shove.
Despite his resistance, he swallows me right up, welcoming my body inside his.
Byron’s back arches, eyes rolling. “Nngghh…”
“That’s it.” I drop my forehead onto his. Pushing in deeper, we groan in unison. “Fuck, baby, so good… Open up and swallow it. Every inch…”
“Uhh!” he gasps, fingers digging into the wet leaves while I pin his arms at his sides, drilling my whole cock into him with fervor. “Fffuck, I… I’m… Mmfff.”
My heart swells at the way he’s not making any sense, subdued by the pleasure he’s trying so hard not to accept. He loves it, we both know that. Despite how cross he is with me, I just don’t understand why he refuses to admit that he’s mine.
Is it someone else?
Is that what this is??
He likes how we fuck, but he wishes I were…
“Say my name,” I growl, working in and out of him, thrusting between his legs like I’m his man, because that’s exactly who the fuck I am.
I won’t accept anything else. Fucked up or not, Byron Kang is mine.
“Mmm…” His head tips back and he bites down on his lip.
Grabbing him hard by the face, I force him to look at me. “Say it.”
“Fuck you,” he gasps.
Pupils dilated, there’s the purest intoxication on his face from the sensation of my cock teasing his sweet spot. His dick is huge and hard and soaking wet between us.
I know he loves this…
I slap him across the face and snarl, “Don’t fuck with me, whore.”
He purrs, blinking slowly as his chest heaves and his cock leaks. Blissed out from the degradation—the pleasure of the pain.
“You don’t have a n-name…” he croaks. “You’re nothing to me but a great—uhh fuck.”
Jaw straining, I slap him once more and he mewls. “A great fuck, hm?”
“An amazing fuck.” He shudders, body jostling with my savage thrusts. “The best fuuuck… of my… life.”
“Then say… my… fucking… name,” I seethe over his lips, gripping his throat.
Reaching up, he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking it back hard. The sting has me squeezing his throat even harder.
“I don’t name my sex toys,” he purrs.
Squeeze. Harder.
His face is turning pink.
“Run that pretty mouth all you want, Byron… But you and I both know who owns this cunt.” I bite his bottom lip, and he whines. “Admit it. None of them give you what you need… No one fucks this pretty pussy but me.”
Pumping him with all my strength, I can tell he’s close to breaking. His muscles are tense, abs clenching. He can barely keep his eyes open.
“You’re uhh… so jealous. Aren’t you?” His grip on my hair loosens, his fingers are suddenly brushing sweetly through my damp locks.
“Baby, I will fuck you to death if it means no one else can have you,” I hiss.
Our eyes connect, gazes locked until his falls to my lips. He arches up to me and whimpers, “Trevel.”
And then he kisses me. It’s surprisingly soft, considering how hard we’re fucking; how aggressive and angry, and fucked up this sex is. Somehow, despite the roughness, his lips feel warm and delicate. His tongue is silky, and he tastes so fucking good.
The fury has turned so sweet, from nothing more than his hypnotic kisses.
Bloody hell, I think he owns me.
“God, I want you under me all the time,” I croon into his mouth. “I want to watch your face while I fuck this hole the way no one else gets to.”
“Vi…” he cries softly, cupping my jaw. Legs open wide, he’s spread-eagle, with my cock sliding in and out of his hole, hips grinding to meet my thrusts. “V-violet… eyes… Mmbaby, you’re gonna… make me…”
“Can’t hold on, can you, gorgeous?” I release his throat to kiss down it. “Is your big dick ready to burst?”
He nods fast as I grab his wrists, pinning them forcefully above his head.
“How’s this feel, love? Tell me…”
“Uhhhhsogood. Trev… fuck me. R-right there.”
“Here?”
“Oh God, fuck yes! There there right there!”
Biting his chest, I hum, “Not bad for a sex toy, yea?”
Byron is choking as I lean down enough to capture his nipple between my lips, sucking viciously. His dick is twitching, visibly jumping every time I buck into him.
“I’m going to fuck all your cum out, fury love,” I hiss, working harder on his nipples, bruising his flesh. “I’ll fuck orgasms out of your pretty cock until you have nothing more to give…”
“P-please…”
I’m lost somewhere between lush dominance and complete bloody subservience to this man. Wading through murky memories as my own climax winds and winds in my loins. My balls are bound tight, smacking into Byron’s ass so hard, they’re sore. Our bodies, slick with rain and dirt, sweat and precum, melt together beneath the moonlight and a hazy sky.
Byron sobs, then stiffens. “Oh fuck, oh shit, Trevel… I’m gonna come…”
“Good,” I pant, lacing our fingers. “Moan for me, baby. I wanna hear you…”
“Uhhfuuuck!” Byron sobs, then groans out loud, splatters of cum hitting me fast, in the abs and chest.
I watch it happening in awe, my pace easing up. Slow and steady, my hips flick, like I really am fucking his cum out. Every pulse of cum that shoots from his cock rides on the tail-end of a shallow buck.
“Wow, By… Look at how sexy you are. Coming so sweet… so furiously for me…”
“I’m coming for you,” he repeats, delirious and shuddering. “I’m c-coming so hard for you, baby…”
“I see that.” I kiss his mouth, swallowing his moans, because they might be a bit too loud. “Mmm, my whore’s tight hole is squeezing on my big cock…”
“Come in me,” he pleads as his dick finally stops spraying.
“Ask nicely.” I bite him.
“P-please… Please, Trev…”
“Am I the only one who gets to fill your big, sexy body with cum?”
He nods fast. “Yes.”
“You’re a slut for my cum, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh…”
“God, I’m gonna breed you so deep…” Sitting back, I lift his hips, holding him up while my fucking slows.
Chills wash over me. My head drops back as I shudder and cry.
When the orgasm overtakes me, it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. Holding Byron’s hips still, I keep myself in him as deep as possible, barely moving. His body clutches me tight while I throb and buck into him. Filling him up all the way up.
And he takes it. Like a good boy.
“You feel that?” I’m hoarse as my hands rush over him, kneading his ass, petting his slippery cock. “Mmmm… fuck, it’s in your stomach, isn’t it, hot boy?”
“Oh… oh fuck yesss.” His fingers trailing through the cum on his abs, smearing the slickness onto his chest, rubbing his own cum onto his nipples. The sight keeps my orgasm going on far longer than I thought possible. “C-come… so… deep in me…”
