Giving In

That night, I couldn't get the image of Jack out of my head. The feel of the silk scarf against my skin had ignited a desire within me that I couldn't ignore any longer. I needed him, craved his touch, and the thought of him watching me only heightened my pleasure.

I dialed his number, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to answer. When he picked up, his voice was filled with anticipation.

"Well, well, David. I was wondering when you'd come to your senses," Jack said, his tone dripping with lust.

"I can't stop thinking about you, Jack. I need you," I confessed, my voice trembling with desire.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "Oh, David. I knew you'd come crawling back to me. Get yourself to my place, and don't keep me waiting."

Without hesitation, I rushed to Jack's apartment. My mind was clouded with a hunger that I couldn't ignore. I needed him to dominate me, to take control and fulfill the desires that consumed my every thought.

When I arrived at his door, he wasted no time. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that matched my own. The moment the door closed behind us, he pressed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine with a **** that left me breathless.

His hands roamed over my body, pulling at my clothes with an urgency that matched my own desperation. He tore off my shirt, exposing my bare chest to the cool air. His fingers traced over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

I was his plaything, his willing victim. And I craved every second of it.

With one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground and carried me to his bedroom. The anticipation built inside me, my body aching for his touch. He placed me on the bed, pinning my wrists above my head with a strength that thrilled me.

"You've been a bad boy, David. And bad boys need to be punished," he whispered, his hot breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine.

I gasped as he brought his hand down on my exposed skin, the sting mingling with pleasure in a symphony of sensations. Each strike brought me closer to the edge, driving me wild with a need that burned deep within me.

His touch moved lower, teasingly trailing down my chest and stomach until he reached my throbbing cock. He gripped it firmly, squeezing just enough to make me writhe beneath him.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he asked, his voice rough and full of command.

I nodded eagerly, unable to form words as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. Every stroke, every squeeze, was just what I craved.

He continued his ****, bringing me to the brink over and over again, drawing out my pleasure until I was begging for release. But Jack wasn't finished with me yet. He wanted to take me to the edge and keep me there, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

With a wicked smile, he released my wrists and flipped me onto my stomach. The anticipation mounted as I waited for what would come next. And then, without warning, he thrust deep inside me.

My world exploded in a frenzy of pleasure and pain. It was exactly what I needed. The feeling of him filling me, stretching me, was overpowering. The sounds of our bodies colliding mixed with the moans that escaped my lips, filling the room with an intoxicating symphony.

He fucked me relentlessly, each thrust pushing me further into a state of bliss. The intensity built, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge. But Jack knew just how to prolong my pleasure, slowing his movements just enough to drive me to the brink without allowing me to fall.

My hands clenched the sheets, my body rocked with the **** of each thrust. I was at his mercy, completely surrendered to his desires. And it unleashed a pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jack pushed me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me, consuming every inch of my being. It was raw, intense, and exactly what I craved.

As we lay tangled in each other's arms, sated and completely spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. It was a journey I never thought I'd embark on, but one I was grateful for.