Pitch Rhys thrust into the man in front of him, reached out with his power, and trapped his body. Under normal circumstances, he needed to speak a command, but they were touching, and the submissive was both weak and had his defenses down. Most dominants were unable to issue a demand without uttering a word, but Pitch was strong.
He thrust one last time and emptied his balls. The man still couldn’t move or speak, but he painted the bathroom stall wall with his release.
Pitch grunted and pictured how it would’ve been if he hadn’t trapped the man with his mind. Would he have squirmed? Moaned? f****d himself on Pitch’s c**k?
It didn’t matter. He didn’t have the energy for a conversation, and there were always conversations when he’d f****d them.
He allowed himself five seconds to catch hi
