Owned By The Psychotic Billionaire (Mafia BL)

Leon knows he faltered under zero pressure.

All it took was one question and one order from that bastard for him to give in, and he did. He spilled his guts and couldn’t even keep his hands from shaking.

He blabbered everything he knew like a fool and lost his only chance at succeeding Mother.

”Fuck...”

He’s not weak. Not anymore. So, why does his strength always fail him when Orion’s in the room? Why does he always lose his edge and end up struggling to think through a haze of fear?

Why is he so fucking weak?

”I don’t want you making any more noises. Keep your ass up and your mouth shut or I’ll shut it so tight, you won’t breathe till I cum.”

The first thrust is brutal. He’s not given the choice to lube up or prepare himself for his entrance being breached. He’s thrust into like a sex toy...and he enjoys it.

His head is pushed into the armrest so hard that all the breath is knocked out of his chest. He bites down hard on his lip to keep sounds from slipping, but even then, he fails.

”Mhm...”

The fingers in his hair curl and tighten, painfully dragging his head backwards before slamming it back into the armrest. His skull explodes in a wave of pain.

He swallows down another moan.

”I thought I said no sounds?” Each word is punctuated by a searing thrust. Each one threatening to tear him open.

His legs and arms strain with the exertion of being tied up. He’s bound in a kneeling position and held down on the couch, like a whore.

Him. Leon Vassilis.

The pace of the thrusts picks up to a punishing speed. Each thrust slams against his sensitive prostate with cruel intent. He wants to break him.

”Hah...ugh...”

He wants him to cum with tears streaming down his face like he’s already done twice before. He wants to watch Leon Vassilis break on his dick like his own personal onahole.

Lately, it seems like everyone is trying to break him. Orion, Mother, Louise...Adrien— they’re all gunning for his head and they don’t even know it.

He keeps picturing Mother’s disappointed face, Orion’s scorn, and even Adrien’s justifiable disgust.

”Ugh...”

Leon sobs into the armrest. Not because of the painful pleasure he’s being wrecked with, but because of how dim his life has gotten.

He wishes he could be anything more...be anyone more...but he isn’t. No matter what he does, he’ll never be good enough. He’ll never be enough.

”Breathe.”

His head is pulled off the armrest so he can take in some much-needed air, but he doesn’t stop sobbing. He cries as he breathes and cries as those hard thrusts keep meeting his sweet spot.

He cries as he cums for the third time, and he’s still crying when he’s flipped over to face the man who’s using his body like a toy.

”Beautiful...” he breathes out as he takes in Leon’s tear-streaked face.

The first slap should surprise him, but it doesn’t. He’s used to this— to their style of fucking. He lies there and lets himself be slapped until both cheeks sting from the assault.

Then he’s rammed into again. The restraints around his legs snap off at the pressure, giving the man space to bend his knees to his ears and pound into him.

It hurts. It feels good.

He hates it. He loves it.

He wants more. He wants it to stop. ”More! Fuck me harder! Hit me! Tear me open!”

His wishes are answered with a hit that makes him see stars. ”I thought I told you to keep quiet?” The sheer dominance of his words sends a sweet chill down his spine.

Now, he’ll truly be wrecked. He’ll thrust into him so hard, he’ll tear. Leon won’t be able to feel anything down there but the pain of the tear for weeks.

He’ll bite down on his neck so hard, he’ll bleed and it’ll scar. He’ll stop caring for his pleasure and use him the way he wants to he used—

”You’re not very obedient, are you?” Those heavy-lidded amber eyes bore into him playfully. ”Well, disobedient boys don’t get to bleed, Leon.”

He begins to sob again because he already knows he won’t be getting the pain he wants—the pain without pleasure.

His sobs are rewarded with a mocking smile as those thrusts become less punishing and more gentle. The restraints on his wrists are ripped off, releasing his already bruised hands.

”Crying like this isn’t going to make me pity you, it’s only going to make me want to be more gentle with you,” he teases cruelly.

Large, scarred hands gently caress his face and trail down his chest. His bruised face is grasped in a soft grip and lifted to his partner’s and peppered with gentle kisses.

”No...don’t be gentle...please...”

But his pleas fall on deaf ears as his partner’s thrusts slow to a sweet pace that feels less like a brutal taking and more like lovemaking.

It kills Leon to be treated like this.

If anyone could see him now, he wonders what they would say— what would Orion say? Or Mother? Or even Adrien?

After all he’s done to get to where he is now, what would they say if they saw him being held gently like this? Like he’s worth being caressed like this?

”Your mind is wandering.” His words are accompanied by a sharp tug at Leon’s dick. ”Focus on me.”

He obeys. Like the weak, little coward he is.

He lifts his hips when he’s told to and matches the pace of his partner. He keeps his eyes on his as he shudders through his fourth orgasm and watches as his partner groans and spills his seed inside him.

”I should’ve cum down your throat.”

He’s locked in a stalemate with those glittering, amber eyes. A stalemate he obeys because Leon Vassilis will obey any order he’s given in the bedroom.

’Focus on me’ he says, and that’s what Leon will do.

”You can still do that if you want to.” He’ll do anything not to lose these precious moments where this man gives him both pain and pleasure.

Moments where this man uses his body and orders him to please him.

”I don’t think I will,” he purrs, ”I have things to do, and places to be, you know?”

It’s not because Leon loves him, but because this man always knows how to treat him. He knows how to wind Leon up and take his mind off things without even trying.

”I could still suck you off before you go.” He’s exhausted, but he wants to fall asleep with his throat aching.

”I’ll pass.” Those amber eyes seem to glow in the dark of the room. ”But in exchange for not going as far as you wanted this night, I’ll deny you aftercare, okay?”

He pulls out of him with a sly smile. ”Do me a favor and clean me up before I go.”

Then, he pulls out of him and rises to his full height, dick right in front of Leon’s lips. No second is wasted as Leon leans forward and takes his dick in his mouth, swallowing it down from tip to base, sucking off any evidence of their fucking.

”That’s enough.” His head is pulled off before he goes beyond and truly starts sucking him off. ”I’ll see you later...probably.”

Leon sits there, tasting himself in his mouth, and watches as his partner tucks himself back into his pants and buttons up his shirt.

He leaves without a backwards glance...but even that is expected. He’s not someone who Leon would expect to waste any more time than he wants on him.

He’s already lucky enough to have Niko interested in fucking him, he’s not going to push it.

Not when he’s not even sure if Orion knows of their trysts and what he thinks of it.