Just A Bit Ruthless

After hearing his voice, the person on the bed seemed to have stopped breathing, and his whole body froze.

Roman frowned.The boy was afraid of him.Although this is expected, it is not something that is completely unacceptable, but in this way, things will become troublesome.He couldn't let Luke be too scared of him.Witnessing Luke's reaction after being punished, he needs to adopt...a gentle approach, so that everything can be achieved smoothly as he preset.The kid clings to him for comfort, trusts him so much that he can die in front of him... all this opens up new possibilities.

He had the simpler and more direct means of making Richard Whitford pay his debts, quick and easy; but this one would crush Whitford in one blow, if all went well.If Roman can make Whitford's only son completely dependent on him, he will find a shortcut to get his hands on Whitford's most valued treasure: Whitford Industrial Group-the other party thinks A proud achievement, a source of joy.Even if Whitford didn't value his own son, Roman didn't think it mattered.That kid doesn't know anything about business.

Damn, haste makes waste, Roman reminded himself.And there's another idiom: Never put the cart before the horse.For the plan to go ahead, he must first win Luke's favor.It's no easy feat, even with Luke's own masochistic tendencies.

The truth is, Roman had his doubts about the plan.He doesn't like things that get out of his control.

Early this morning, he couldn't control his reactions well.When he found that he was hugging a trembling, pitiful and helpless young man in his arms, it was not his rational decision to comfort him, it was his instinct.Luke showed unconditional obedience, which made him unable to think clearly, and let him react instinctively—that kind of reaction is that after the "situation ①" is over, any qualified "master" will show physical weakness because of his "slave". and psychological needs.The problem is that the punishment he enacted for Luke is just punishment, without any other interpretation.The desire that the boy expressed through body language afterwards should not have triggered his instinctive reaction.

Note ①: scene, BDSM term, usually refers to a fun activity after entering a role or setting up a complete facility.

But that did trigger.

Make him enjoy it; sometimes, if the emotions are in place, he will physically want it too.Most people saw him as a ruthless guy, and they were right.But he was never, ever cruel in bed.Of course, it cannot be said that he is very gentle.He likes rough things, likes the other party to be subdued by him, and becomes a docile, submissive doll at his mercy. The sense of power that can make people dizzy is better than rape, and the set of torture that some of his subordinates like. Things that make him even more sexually aroused - but he still takes good care of his bed partner.Sexual gratification isn't the point when he's in the mood to play like this; but in general, a pretty woman who offers to be submissive to him makes him want to fuck her.Roman had never imagined that he would feel the same way about a man, but this young man with his overly beautiful lips and naturally submissive nature certainly caught his fancy.Roman found himself wanting to do all sorts of nasty things to him, do it for hours and then eat him.

No, he didn't think so.He still has a tiny bit of self-control.

But now, the test for him came again.

Luke still didn't dare to vent his anger.Roman's eyes shifted from the boy's curly hair, to his tense neck, to the back covered by Roman's shirt, to the perfect little buttocks, and to the well-proportioned legs.

Roman gritted his teeth, looked away, and walked around the bed to the other side.

The boy's eyes widened, his cherry-pink lips parted slightly, and he licked them. "What are you doing here?" Luke said, ripping off the hem of Roman's shirt, and covering himself after all.

Roman watched his every move.He sat down on the edge of the bed, inches from Luke's head.

The boy's body was visibly stiff, and he looked at him cautiously.The yellow light from the desk lamp cast a golden halo on his hair.

"This is my house," Roman said. "Everything in this house is mine. You are not my guest. I come and go as I want. I don't need to explain my motives to you. I can do whatever I want." I want to treat you Do whatever you want.

They stared at each other silently, the tension between them stretched like a steel wire.

An owl hoots outside the window.

Luke swallowed. "I know what you want," he whispered. "I'm not stupid."

Roman ran his fingers through the blond curls.So soft, so beautiful blonde hair. "Then what do I want?" he said.

Time passed by every second, and the tension increased every second.

Finally, Luke looked him in the eyes, his face a little pink, and he said, "You want to fuck my mouth. You've been staring at my mouth."

It took Roman a lot of effort to keep his face unchanged.

"I'm not gay," Roman said, his tone flat.He's not a violent homophobe, at least not compared to his gang, but he doesn't applaud gays either.He never understood: Why do some men put on a woman's delicate and delicate body and insist on liking flat chest and hairy buttocks instead?

Luke smiled slyly, with a faint dimple on his face. "My ex-boyfriend isn't gay either. But that doesn't stop him from putting his dick in my mouth. What man doesn't like being licked? A gay mouth is no worse than a woman's mouth."

It turned out that this kid was really gay, and he had suspected this for a long time.Roman also saw that, despite Luke's understatement, his nonchalant smile was fake, a forced smile.The matter was clearly sensitive to him, though... there were other emotions involved.

Roman looked at him carefully for a moment.The boy blushed a little, his pupils dilated a little, and his breathing became short of breath.He keeps licking his lips.

interesting.

"From your point of view, it seems to be persuading me to try," Roman said.

Luke twitched his mouth nervously and said with a smile: "I'm almost scared to death by you, okay, how could I want you to stab me down my throat with a dick?"

Hot blood rushed towards Roman's lower body. "Your imagination is so vivid and concrete."

Luke's eyes widened, and the pretty pink on his face turned deep red.

They looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still.

With his free hand, Roman unhurriedly unzipped his trousers and took out his avatar.

Luke then looked down to Roman's half-erect cock - right in front of him. "What?" he whispered hoarsely.

Roman ran his fingers through the boy's curly hair and said, "Isn't that what you want?"

Luke shook his head in denial, but his eyes were glued to Roman's growing dick.

"I think so," Roman said, touching Luke's throbbing aorta with the tip of his cock, along his neck, to his cherry lips.So fucking beautiful.Luke's breathing was erratic, his eyes were wide, and his face was flushed.Roman looked at him greedily, keeping his expression calm and restrained, as if his cock wasn't brushing Luke's lips at all, as if he didn't even want to shove it down the boy's throat and fuck it hard.

"Suck," Roman said quietly.

Luke swallowed, and shook his head again, but he wasn't very resolute in his refusal, given that his own words were hard -- a quick glance could tell.

"I'm not forcing you," Roman said. "Please, I'll suck my cock for you."

"No," Luke said, closing his eyes tightly.His expression was pained and tense as Roman rubbed his penis against his lips.Roman smacked his mouth with his cock and Luke groaned.

"No," the boy repeated, mouthing it, his lips greedily on Roman's cock. "Please, don't do this."

ah.A dizzying surge of emotion surged through Roman's body.If that's what Luke is good at, fine.

"Red light, yellow light, green light," Roman said, tightening the lock of curly hair in his hand.

Luke blinked blankly at him—dammit, the kid seemed to be drifting off—and finally, a hint of clarity appeared in those dark eyes.

"Green light," Luke muttered, a momentary surprise flashed across his expressive face—of course, how could he expect that the big villain who kidnapped him would have the conscience to give him a security word? ?It's impossible for this kid to know that Roman is playing a big game of chess.He'd be nice to Luke, nice, so nice that before long the boy would treat him like air, unable to breathe without it.

"Suck it, blyad," Roman said, trying to sound a little aggressive.

"No," Luke said, shaking his head, his eyes darkening and hungry.

Roman slapped him across the face.Luke whimpered, then looked up at him, gasping for breath.Roman pressed the boy's face against his erect cock, hissing as Luke wrapped his wet mouth around him, his full lips around his aching stiffness.Damn it.

Before he could stop himself, before he had any concerns about his behavior at this moment, he thrust his crotch forward, thrust his cock into the boy's mouth, and made a lustful watering sound.Luke whimpered quietly with the thrusting cock in his throat, his eyes shut tightly with tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Roman couldn't look away.The sight of myself violating that angelic, innocent face with my thick, long cock was anything but filthy and morbid.Even though the boy had tears in his eyes from being choked on Roman's cock, he was also erect, and he took his own cock with his long fingers and slapped it hard.Both an angel and a whore.

"Dick-sucking slut," Roman whispered, cupping the boy's angelic round face in both hands and kneading it, then thrusting quickly into his mouth. "How many people have you sucked dicks for, you little slut?"

Luke moaned with his cock in his mouth. He seemed to enjoy being forced, used, and humiliated.Appearances can be deceiving, although Roman is not in that position to judge others.Man has all kinds of eccentric proclivities to satisfy his sexual desires, and he is such a man, and these do not explain anything.

That doesn't mean anything.

So he stopped entangled, enjoying the pleasure brought by Whitford's son's mouth to his heart's content, insulting him as a slutty slut, and calling him a bunch of holes for men to insert dicks from birth.At the same time, he held Luke's face and stroked it carefully, as if he was made of some precious material.The boy's reactions were beautiful, sucking his cock so fucking well, and clinging to his hands, soaking up his touch.When Roman pushed him back onto his chest, he slid his cock into Luke's open, waiting mouth.Then there's the distracting fuck, the boy's hoarse moans and his own growling thrusts and thrusts in that wet, hot, perfect mouth.

Finally, he climaxed, clenching his teeth and cursing as he watched the boy swallow his cum hungrily.The scene excited him almost beyond his control, and it shouldn't have.

"Hmm," Luke gasped as Roman pulled it out.He looked devastated, his lips were even redder and fuller than usual, his dark eyes sparkled.Roman wiped the boy's flushed cheeks with his softened cock, and dropped onto the bed, lying on his back next to him.

Except for their ragged breathing, the room was silent.

Roman tucked his dick back into his pants, zipped them up, and looked at the boy.

He was still lying on the bed with his limbs spread out, with a confused expression on his face, his smooth legs spread out, and one hand loosely holding his limp penis.

Roman resisted the urge to jump out of bed and walk away without saying a word—to get out of this room, away from what had just happened here.Of course he wouldn't do that.To do such a thing was to expose his weakness, to show how much the sex had shaken him.He was not shaken.He's just annoyed with himself.He shouldn't be having sex with Luke Whitford, at least not at this point.Judging from what Luke said about his situation with his ex-boyfriend, using this boy as a tool to vent his desire will not make him trust Roman.

He complicates the situation unnecessarily, adding unanticipated factors.These factors would help if not hinder his plans, and things could go in either direction.

Luke turned to look at him, the soft streamer lingering in those eyes. "You set a safe word for me."

"It might surprise you to say it," Roman said, rather dryly, "but I don't really like raping people." He allowed the corners of his mouth to curl up slightly. "Unless the other party is good at that."

Luke's cheeks flushed slightly.He pursed his mouth like an angry kitten. "I'm not good at that," he said without thinking, "You forced me."

Roman raised his eyebrows. "Why don't I have that impression?"

"I'm not a psycho," Luke said, looking even angrier than before. "Only perverted, twisted people would like that stuff."

Roman pulled a cigarette and a lighter from his shirt pocket. "These days, the children of the so-called good families are indoctrinated to grow up like this?" He said while lighting a cigarette. "Fucking bullshit." He took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "Let's educate you, kotyonok: what you like in bed has nothing to do with your personality. I know a man who will orgasm when a woman pisses on him, and he is the most uncompromising and unhurried I've ever met A true man."

A look of uncertainty and bewilderment crossed Luke's face.His mouth opened and closed several times, and finally, what he said was: "Don't call me kotyonok, I know what that means."

Roman snorted coldly. "I called you a whore, a slut, and a blyad. You don't mind. Now I call you a little milk cat. You're not happy." "Little milk cat" is a very suitable title. kitten.

Luke squeezed his ridiculous lips together. "I hate when people use nicknames to tease people they don't like."

"I remember your words, solnyshko," Roman said.Seeing the boy's long face, he almost laughed out loud.

"'Little Sun' isn't much better than 'Little Kitten,'" Luke complained, glaring at him cautiously.

"Your Russian is pretty good," said Roman, who was also a little surprised.The boy's own father knew nothing of Russian.

"My understanding of Russian is good, but my speaking is terrible." Luke gave him a tentative look. "I don't understand. Your attitude is very friendly now, but you are not a nice person."

"Why do you think that?" Roman said, amused.In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he felt so funny that he wanted to laugh. "Is it because I sent someone to kidnap you and imprison you here?"

Luke shook his head, his expression becoming uncomfortable.

"Because I'm an evil Russian oligarch?"

There was another shake of the head.

Roman propped up his upper body with one arm and stared at the boy curiously. "no?"

Luke bit his lip and said, "You have hard eyes."

"Hard eyes," Roman repeated, with a mocking smile that curled up the corners of his mouth. "But I'm obviously very friendly to you, and I suck my dick for you."

Luke blushed. "I didn't ask your cock to suck!"

"You're almost begging me to fuck you, pussycat. I'm practicing friendly hospitality."

"Friendly? All right."

"It's really good," Roman said, brushing his knuckles over Luke's smooth cheeks.The boy trembled slightly, but did not avoid his hand.Roman smiled. "But I changed my mind. I gave you what you wanted, and it's your turn to give me back."

"Payback?" Luke said, his expression becoming worried.You're smart, boy.

"Yes." Roman slid his knuckles all the way down to the boy's neck, thinking about what kind of request was appropriate for him—a request that could help him further implement his plan.Ideally, it would be to make this kid more accustomed to his existence, and even become attached to him.It cannot be a sexual request.Luke would beg to suck his cock.But Roman would never put his cock to the boy's mouth before he spoke, no matter how beautiful the mouth was.

His eyes fell on the tightly squeezed plump little mouth, and he couldn't go away.

He wants to taste it.

The sudden desire was so strong that he was caught off guard.It's one thing to crave that kid's mouth as if it were a cunt hole, but quite another to want to kiss it.Roman can hardly remember the last time he wanted to kiss someone.He's not in the habit of kissing at all.

"You know, I get really nervous when you put that look on your face," Luke said, with an uncomfortable chuckle.

"what expression?"

"A look that seems to be planning to kill someone."

"I'm not plotting right now," Roman said, rubbing the boy's carotid artery with his thumb. "kiss Me."

"What?" Luke exclaimed unwillingly.

"kiss Me."

"Why?" Luke said, scanning Roman's eyes and lips with his eyes.

"Because I said so," Roman said, with a hint of impatience in his words.He couldn't remember the last time he was asked around like this for his next order.

"Okay," Luke said after a while. "It's not my pleasure."

"You suck my cock so well," Roman said, moving closer to him. "Open your mouth."

Luke stared at him, his breathing became unsteady, and he dared not move.Roman looked down at the other's lips and licked his own.The boy's mouth is truly criminal.The upper and lower lips are so full, the color is an attractive cherry pink, the upper lip is thicker than the lower lip.On other men's faces, the pouting mouth would look ridiculous, but on this face.Roman felt that his mouth could not wait to move, wanting to taste, bite, and suck.

So he did just that.

He didn't want tenderness.He was not a gentle person.He took Luke's chin in his hands and kissed him brutally and greedily.The boy's mouth smelled of Roman's cum, but instead of making Roman sick, it made him lust, and he kissed deeper, harder, hungrier, his fingers tightening around Luke's. jaw.Luke moaned softly and began to wriggle against him, his full lips firmly attached to Roman's—

Roman pulled away.

They stared at each other, breathing rapidly, Luke's eyes wide open, pupils dilated, lips swollen from Roman's cock and teeth.Damn it!It took all of his willpower not to pin the boy on the bed and fuck him on the spot.

"I said, you'll like it," Roman said, surprised at how even-handed his tone could be.

A series of complex emotions different from before flashed across Luke's vivid face. "Even if you can make me sexually excited, that doesn't mean I like you."

"I don't need you to like me, honey," Roman said, getting off the bed and straightening his clothes.He bent down and brushed his lips over Luke's battered mouth, enjoying the tense and trembling reaction of the boy.Roman bit that lip lightly, and said, "I don't ask you to like me. Just keep hating me." In the end, you will need me.

He ignored Luke's reaction to the words and left the room.

After returning to his room, Roman suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.He pressed the intercom on the intercom and said simply: "Find me a woman. Tender, blond, medium build, must be able to like to play hard."

Even if Vlad was surprised to receive such a request at three o'clock in the middle of the night, he did not make any comment, but said: "Yes, Roman Danilovich, send it within half an hour."

people delivered.

Even if he was thinking about the boy in the next room when he was fucking that woman, that was God knows what he knew and only he could judge.