His (BxB)

Part 9

I put my messenger bag on the wooden bench near the door, where William also puts his. He is now standing in the middle of his large master bedroom, facing me. Dangerously silent while patiently waiting for me to close the door. His hands are folded on his chest. I lower my gaze to the carpeted floor and step forward, closing our distance. I know I am at fault here. That's why I can't bring myself to look at him in the eye. I feel embarrassed. Not scared.

"Do you have anything else in your possession that was from other guy?" Still folding his hands, he starts.

"Uh... None, I guess." My thoughts are divided between trying to remember the stuffs I've got at home and wondering why he asks.

"You're sure?"

"I think so." I mentally force my brain to try to recall. "But even if there is, it must be an old stuff that is not really something I deem important."

"Not as important as the necklace, I see." I dare not to argue with his remarks and let him continue. "From whom?"

"I can't remember, William. I'm not even sure if I do really have any. I'll check later."

"Alright. If you find anything you or your parents don't recall buying, you know what to do. I want them gone. Soon."

I open my mouth trying to make a bargain but I decide not to as I catch those stern eyes expecting complete obedience from me. "Okay." That's all I can come up with.

"Come here." He unfolds his hands and invites me for a hug. Without second thought, I immediately go for it. I love the way his hug can automatically warm the chilly atmosphere. I don't mind to spend hours melting inside his hug like this, even though I can feel it's a little bit too tight to be called a comfort hug. "You belong to me, Lou. Can you remember that?"

I just nod in his hug without giving a verbal answer.

"If you need anything, you want anything, you come to me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Am I not good enough for you?"

"What?" The question surprises me. "No, you're better than everything I could ever ask for."

He loosens his hug just enough to bring his right hand up to gently caress my cheek. He then touches my chin and slowly brings my face up so that we're staring at each other eyes to eyes. With the way I smitten under his icy gaze and ministrations, I know I must be blushing hard right now.

"To me, you are too." He speaks in a husky voice. "And it's freaking me out to know that you actually like somebody else also."

He says 'like', not 'liked'. William's logic is rather challenging to alter. It makes more sense to him to think that I must like Ethan just because I have been wearing his gift everyday all these years. William doesn't buy words. He collects facts and decides the conclusion once he's done processing those facts internally. Sometimes we'll never know when or how long this complex process actually happen. I guess it could be in a split second or maybe in weeks.

"I'm sorry, William." I have no choice other than to feel sorry. Because he's right. This is all on me. Had I just taken it off the first time he asked me to, today's situation wouldn't be as damaged.

"I know you are." He draws his hand off my chin and circles it back on my waist. "Just don't ever do it again, okay?"

"Okay."

"You should stop letting other people claiming a space in your heart, because I own it. And I don't like to share, Baby. You understand?"

"Yes." I nod again in his hug.

Meaning I should never think or care about anyone else more than what William sees as tolerable. I said yes because I don't think it's a difficult thing to do. I mean most of my energy and focus are now invested on him already. I care too much about him. And I think about him almost all the time. So, I guess it won't feel like a drastic change.

"You don't mind, do you?" He eyes me carefully, investigating my facial expression.

Shaking my head, I put on a smile to convince him. My boyfriend is not very easy to please. "Not at all. That's the least I can do for you. I love you. And I owe you everything."

With that, he pushes his eager lips onto mine. Not that I'm complaining, but unlike his usual demanding yet tender kisses or the extremely arousing ones, this time it feels more forceful. I can't be too reciprocal since he doesn't give me too many chances to kiss him back. This is probably his way of loosening all the crazy tenses inside him that's been going about since lunch break hour.

Eventually I simply give in. I really don't mind him doing whatever he pleases with me. I know he won't hurt me. I trust him. In fact, I've always been the one who keeps on hurting his feelings and I feel very ashamed of that. If giving in to his will can make up for my terrible mistakes, then I'll be more than happy to oblige.

He parts our kiss just right when I'm about to run out of breath. He lets me take a few seconds to violently pant before pulling me back into his kiss again. My lips are starting to feel swollen due to his forceful sucking. It amazes me that William still manages to control his breath. He is indeed an alpha gay. Who wouldn't want to be with him? I bet girls also wouldn't reject him.

My chest is heaving wildly as we part again. My both hands are clutching at the front of his expensive-looking gray sweater, seeking for support. My legs feel like they're starting to turn into jelly. I won't be able to hold myself up if William decides to resume to the kiss again. He probably notices it too, that's why he slowly walks me to his bed and makes me lay down comfortably in it. He takes a sit beside me and bends down to have a good stare at my face.

"I want you to be completely mine, Lou." He hisses in my ear before he attacks me with his kisses. I feel so hot. Feeling his hands traveling on my skinny chest. He makes me feel like I'm a precious item that he desires to be in his possession.

"I already am." My reply comes out between kisses and moans. His hand is now roaming at my crotch. Oh God...

"No. Not yet." He whispers at my ear.

"Ah... Hhh..." My body feels excited to accept whatever his hands are doing. And it's proven as William pulls down my skinny jeans together with the white brief underneath. Displaying my painfully hard erection in a plain sight.

"I wish you know how badly I want to claim you." He gazes down at me with dark expression. His usual silvery blue eyes seem to turn a few shades darker. They're filled with a visible burning l**t. Now I know what he means.

I almost cry as he starts to give a few confident strokes on my sensitive length. My body is shuddering from his delicious hand. My body wants him. I crave him. "Then do it... Please..."

His hand stops moving to get my full attention. Of course, I let out a small groan to show protest. "What did you say, Baby?" He asks again to make sure whether I'm in my right mind.

"Do me." I rephrase my request. "Please..." It sounds so right to say please whenever I feel like requesting something from William. I don't want him to think that I'm ordering him around. Even though I know that this 'need' is mutual.

By how excitedly he starts to undress me, I can tell that he is somehow aroused to see me begging. No matter how many times he reminds me that I shouldn't feel inferior to anyone, I think it pleases him a lot whenever I put myself as inferior to him. And I don't mind to do just that. He's a much better existence than I am anyway. William is like a walking perfection.

He's already positioned himself in between my spread legs. Why he's still completely dressed while I'm bare n***d like this is beyond me. Perhaps he wants to firstly prepare me since I've never done this before. I saw, in some videos, people often did that to loosen the tightness.

He unzips his pants and shows off his stone hard erection. This is the first time I ever see his down part, and it instantly sends shiver right to my spine. My heart skips a beat. I hope he doesn't plan to push his over-sized thing into my unprepared entrance. The mere thought quickly stirs me to an instant trembling. Should I ask him? I don't want to sound like I'm telling him how to do things. But I'm so worried... and scared.

"Don't worry, Baby." He slurs while planting a kiss on my lips. I think he knows that I am worried. He reaches his hand out to a drawer at the side table and pulls out a bottle that seems to be a lubricant. He starts smearing his stiffness with the slippery liquid until it becomes extremely wet.

"I've never done this before." My confession obviously sounds more like begging. Yes, I'm actually begging him silently to have mercy on me, to at least prepare me a bit.

"I know you're virgin, Baby." He manages to give me a comforting smile even though his eyes are still clouded with l**t. "And I want this part of me to be the first thing being inside you." He brushes his taut member slowly on my opening, creating friction.

I grow nervous by his remarks, while fighting the violent blush that's warming up all over my cheeks. It takes every gut I have trying to hold myself from freaking out right now. He does not plan to prepare me.

"Do you trust me?"

I nod to his question.

"Then you know that I will never hurt you," he adds, "Right, Baby?"

I take a moment to stare at his looming eyes. How can I forget? This is William. The only person beside my parents who's been treating me with nothing but kindness all this time. Sometimes even more than I deserve. Of course, I know he will never hurt me. What do I need to worry about? All that fear I've been feeling is utterly baseless. And it's not fair to indirectly suspect William to do me any harm. Again, I am such an ungrateful person. For ever doubting my boyfriend.

"Yes, I know you won't hurt me." I reply him with a small yet welcoming smile. And he takes the gesture as a permission for him to fold up my legs and spread them wider, positioning my hip to be on a same level with his.

Suddenly William is wrapping his right hand around my neck. And noticeably putting a light pressure on each side of the upper area of my neck. Not on my throat. As if he's about to slowly choke me using only his bare hand.

"William??" I won't lie. I can't stay calm. I panic. Is he trying to choke me?

I observe his eyes as he responds me only with a question. "Am I hurting you, Baby?" He hisses.

I can barely feel consolation in that question. His voice is too thick with l**t that I'm not sure he can even contain it any longer. Few seconds have passed until I finally shake my head in negative to answer his question. I manage to subside the sudden panic as I realize that his hold on my neck is not gradually tightening. I can still breathe easily. And I'm easing myself back to my calm state. But still I've got questions at the back of my mind.

Is he going to grab me like this until we're finished? Is this some kind of a kink? Probably he's into this thing. Or probably it's his way of giving me constant reminder regarding who's actually in charge. Gosh, of course he's always in charge. I hope he knows that I never have any intention to steal the control from him.

"Take a deep breath." He whispers and I obey.

With that command, he starts to push his hip onto mine. His stiff member is slowly intruding my tight opening. I can't help but screaming at the unexpected sudden pain. My nails are clawing at his clothed back. Is it supposed to be this painful?

"Relax, Baby. I'm not going to hurt you." He whispers again and patiently tries to calm me down with his occasional warm kisses. "Don't hold your breath."

At this moment, I really don't know how to relax. But I know I should because I don't want to give him any trouble. This is supposed to please him. He's supposed to be able to enjoy this. And now he barely even gets in. I don't want him to feel disappointed with me. I try to drift my mind off the pain and focus on my muscles down there. I take a few deep breaths to loosen up bit by bit. My effort seems to be fruitful as I feel William keeps going deeper and deeper each time.

"That's good, Baby." He encourages me. "Let me in."

I can't stop moaning and whining rather loudly in the process. And they're mixed with some occasional whimpers from the pain. After what seems like forever, William is finally getting his full length buried in me. His member feels really hot. And I can feel its faint throbbing from inside me. My eyes are starting to get blurry. I don't realize that I am crying until William touches my left cheek to wipe the wet track and kiss it.

He starts drawing back his hip slowly only to push it further forward. As if he hasn't gone deep enough before. This earns a muffled cry from my half-opened mouth. He repeats the action slowly at first and starts to pick up his pace in each go. The countless friction he creates are gradually starting to feel good. I don't know what happened inside me. But it feels like William keeps on aiming a certain spot that quickly turns me into a moaning mess. I no longer have any control over my body. It's now completely moving under William's mercy. And his right hand is still securely circling around my neck.

"You're f*cking heaven, Baby." He hisses between his pants and his vigorous movements.

I respond to his remarks with a faint smile. And I spread my legs wider in reflex to give him more access. I'm glad that he likes me. I've always been wanting to please him in any way I can. I hope this would be able to at least repay a bit of his overflowing and never-ending kindness.

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