Bound To The Devil

Chapter 19 ????????

But Luca wasn’t done playing just yet.
The room was silent, save for the sound of Luca’s ragged breathing. He was sprawled on the massive bed, wrists bound above his head with silk ties—cruel in their softness, a stark contrast to the man who had tied them. Damien stood over him, shirtless, his body a masterpiece of ink and scars, his expression cold, calculating.

“You thought you could tease me, make a game of my patience?” Damien’s voice was lethal in its quiet intensity. His fingers trailed down Luca’s exposed chest, light enough to make him shudder.

Luca swallowed hard, his defiance flickering. “It was fun watching you lose control.”

A sharp crack echoed through the room as Damien’s hand landed on Luca’s thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a warning sting. Luca gasped, back arching, and Damien smirked.

"What happens when you don't listen, kiska?" Damien growled, nipping sharply at Luca's earlobe. "Hm?" His hand glided up to wrap around the front of Luca's neck, squeezing slightly but not enough to cause concern.

“You like to play games, printsessa,” Damien murmured, gripping Luca’s jaw roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Then let’s see how much you enjoy losing.

"Tell me," Damien rasped, his hot
breath teasing Lucas neck. When the
boy hesitated, Damien gave a little
squeeze, loosening and tightening
around Luca's throat as he waited for
an answer.

A thousand sensations flooded
through Luca as Damien's hand
encircled his throat. Fear and
exhilaration coursed through his
veins, setting every nerve ending
ablaze.

As Damien squeezed harder, Luca felt
panic rising inside him. Damien had
shown restraint thus far, but now it
seemed like all bets were off.

His airway restricted slightly, yet his
cock jerked in response. Luca grasped
for answers, desire warring with
trepidation. "Punishment," he
squeaked, pulse quickening at the
thrill of submission.

Damien's smirk grew wider, approving of Lucas admission. Releasing his grip, he leaned in and whispered darkly, "You like the sound of that, kiska?"

"Daddy wants you to scream for him
now, little lamb," Damien rasped, his
roughened voice coating Lucas
senses. He shifted closer, trapping the
younger man beneath him.

"Scream?" Luca stammered, gaze
flickering nervously up to meet
Damien's predatory stare. Before he
could utter another word, Damien
captured his mouth in a searing kiss.

Damien chuckled darkly, "Such
innocence. We'll fix that," he said,
kissing him roughly, claiming his
mouth. Then he unties him .
"Hands on the floor," Damien
ordered, pushing Lucas knees wider.

Damien broke the kiss, leaning back
to admire Luca's vulnerable position.
Kneeling in front of him, hands on the
floor, legs spread wide - he was
entirely exposed and at Damien's
mercy.

"Arch your back for Daddy," Damien
commanded, wrapping a fist around
Luca's locks and tugging gently. Luca
obeyed instantly, his slim body
bending perfectly to Damien's will.

"That's it, kiska. Present yourself."
Damien kept one hand tangled in
Luca's hair while the other trailed
down the boy's flushed body.

What followed was a lesson in power, a cruel, relentless dance where Damien proved exactly why he was feared. His hands, his mouth, his touch—every sensation was a calculated torment, pleasure laced with punishment. Luca writhed beneath him, trapped between surrender and stubbornness, every attempt at control slipping through his fingers.

Damien's calloused palm gripped
Luca's ass, squeezing roughly before
trailing lower. One thick finger teased
at his hole, tracing slow circles around the tightly puckered ring of muscle.