Chapter 6: With Leo still impaled on his throbbing cock, Dom grabs Mateo by his silk tie and forces him between their sweat-slicked bodies. 'Lick him clean while I fuck him, pretty boy,' Dom growls, thrusting harder as Mateo's tongue drags through the mess of cum and sweat between Leo's thighs.
The sharp click of Mateo’s polished Oxfords froze mid-stride on the broken granite floor. His face, usually a mask of cool composure, shattered into raw disbelief, then hardened into fury. His sharp brown eyes locked onto Leo, pinned against the rough brick wall, legs trembling around Dom’s hips, impaled deep. Leo’s hazel eyes, wide with shock and humiliation, flickered between Mateo and the man buried inside him.
Dom didn’t pause. Not a single thrust faltered. He kept Leo speared, his powerful hips grinding Leo deeper onto his cock, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed obscenely in the sudden silence.
"Get out," Mateo hissed, his voice tight with suppressed rage. He took a step forward, fists clenched at his sides.
Dom’s laugh was a dark, dangerous sound. He tightened his grip on Leo’s hips, fingers digging into the pale skin. "You barged into my home, Counselor." He punctuated the statement with a brutal upward thrust that punched a choked gasp from Leo’s throat. Leo’s head thumped back against the brick, his eyes squeezing shut. "You interrupted my property." Another deep, grinding push. Leo whimpered, his fingers scrabbling uselessly against Dom’s sweat-slicked shoulders. "You don’t get to give orders here."
Mateo’s jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to lunge, but the raw, exposed intimacy of the scene held him momentarily captive – and enraged. "Leo," he ground out, ignoring Dom completely. "Look at me. Tell him to stop. Tell him to get the fuck off you."
Leo’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with pain and a terrifying, unwanted surge of arousal amplified by Mateo’s witnessing gaze. He tried to speak, but Dom chose that moment to pull almost entirely out, leaving only the swollen head stretching Leo’s rim, then slammed back in to the hilt. Leo cried out, a ragged sound torn from deep within him.
"Look at him," Dom commanded Leo, his voice rough velvet. "Look at your ex-boyfriend. See him see you." He shifted his gaze, predatory and cold, to Mateo. "See how well he takes me? How perfectly he fits?"
Mateo flinched, a muscle jumping in his jaw. The scent of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with Dom’s leather-and-spice cologne and Mateo’s own expensive, sharp aftershave. The industrial lights cast stark shadows, highlighting the sweat sheening Dom’s back, the desperate tremble in Leo’s thighs, the furious rigidity of Mateo’s posture.
"You think you know him?" Dom continued, his hips beginning a relentless, shallow rhythm, keeping Leo stretched impossibly wide, impaled. Leo moaned, low and helpless, his cock jerking against his stomach. "You think you own him?" Dom’s hand slid possessively down Leo’s flank. "Look at him now. Look at what he needs. What he craves."
Mateo’s eyes flickered with something ugly – jealousy, hatred, maybe a flicker of horrified fascination. "He doesn’t know what he wants," Mateo spat. "He’s confused. Vulnerable. You’re exploiting him."
Dom’s laugh was sharp. "Exploiting?" He thrust harder, deeper, making Leo gasp and arch. "He begged for this, Mateo. Begged me to fuck him raw against this wall. Didn’t you, Leo?" His fingers dug harder into Leo’s hips. "Tell him."
Leo’s breath hitched. Shame warred with a dark, thrilling submission under Mateo’s furious gaze. "Y-yes," he choked out, the word barely audible. "I… I wanted it."
Mateo recoiled as if slapped. Dom’s smile was a cruel slash. "See? He knows exactly what he wants. And right now," Dom paused, grinding his pelvis against Leo’s ass, making him whimper, "he wants me. Deep inside him." He locked eyes with Mateo. "And since you’re so keen on watching…"
Dom shifted his stance slightly, widening Leo’s trembling legs further. He pulled almost all the way out again, the thick length glistening obscenely with Leo’s slick. Mateo’s gaze was riveted, horrified, to the stretched, flushed rim clinging desperately to Dom’s cockhead.
"...make yourself useful," Dom finished, his voice dropping to a guttural command. "Get on your fucking knees."
Mateo froze. "What?"
"You heard me." Dom’s tone brooked no argument. He held Leo firmly in place, the tip of his cock still stretching Leo’s entrance. "On your knees. Now."
Mateo’s face contorted. "Go to hell."
Dom didn’t blink. He simply thrust back into Leo with brutal force, burying himself to the balls. Leo screamed, a raw sound of overwhelming sensation – pain, pleasure, utter submission. His body convulsed, his cock spurting untouched onto his own stomach and Dom’s abs.
"Knees," Dom repeated, his voice dangerously calm despite the exertion, despite Leo shuddering through his climax around him. "Or I keep him like this all night. Impaled. On display. For you."
The threat hung heavy. Mateo looked at Leo, trembling, gasping, tears streaking his cheeks, Dom’s cock visibly stretching him even now. Hatred burned in Mateo’s eyes, cold and calculating, but beneath it, a flicker of something else – defeat? Humiliation? Slowly, stiffly, his expensive suit trousers scraping the cold granite, Mateo Vargas sank to his knees.
"Good boy," Dom purred, the mockery thick. He kept his hips pressed flush against Leo’s ass, grinding slowly, making Leo whimper weakly as oversensitivity warred with the relentless fullness. Dom’s cock pulsed inside him, still rock-hard. "Now… clean him up."
Mateo stared, disgust twisting his features. "What?"
"You interrupted," Dom stated flatly. "Made a mess." He nodded towards the streaks of Leo’s release glistening on both their lower bodies. "Lick it off. Him. Me. Wherever you see it."
Leo whimpered again, burying his face against Dom’s shoulder. "Dom… please…"
"Quiet," Dom murmured, not unkindly, but firmly. His eyes remained locked on Mateo. "Do it. Or I start again."
Mateo’s hands clenched into fists on his thighs. His knuckles were white. He stared at the evidence of Leo’s pleasure – the milky streaks on Leo’s stomach, the thicker drops clinging to Dom’s lower abdomen, the sheen of sweat and slick where their bodies joined. The humiliation was a physical weight pressing him down. Slowly, with jerky movements, he leaned forward.
The first touch of Mateo’s tongue against Leo’s stomach was electric. Leo flinched violently, a choked sob escaping him. Mateo’s tongue was hot, wet, utterly alien. He licked tentatively, hesitantly, at a streak of semen, his face a mask of utter revulsion. The taste – salt, musk, Leo – seemed to choke him.
Dom watched, his own arousal visibly surging. The sight of the proud, manipulative lawyer reduced to this, servicing his submissive, licking his cock clean by proxy, was intoxicating. He shifted his hips minutely, grinding deeper into Leo, drawing a low moan from him. "That’s it," Dom growled, his voice thick. "Lick him clean. Every drop."
Mateo’s eyes burned with hatred as he obeyed, moving his tongue with mechanical precision across Leo’s trembling abdomen, gathering the cooling fluid. He avoided Leo’s gaze, focusing only on the degrading task. When he reached the thicker mess on Dom’s lower abs, he hesitated again, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
"All of it," Dom commanded, thrusting shallowly, making Leo gasp and Mateo flinch as Dom’s cockhead nudged Leo’s sensitive prostate. "Lick me clean too. Show me how sorry you are for interrupting."
The final humiliation. Mateo closed his eyes for a second, a tremor running through him. Then, with visible effort, he leaned further forward. His tongue, hesitant and cold, touched Dom’s skin just below his navel, lapping at the sticky mess. The contrast between Mateo’s expensive cologne and the raw, intimate act was jarring.
Dom groaned, low and dark. The feel of Mateo’s reluctant tongue, the utter degradation of it, combined with Leo’s tight heat clenching rhythmically around him in overwhelmed aftershocks, was pushing him towards his own climax. He gripped Leo tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, less controlled. The wet sounds filled the loft – the slap of skin, Leo’s ragged breathing, Mateo’s reluctant, slurping licks.
"Fuck," Dom hissed, his rhythm faltering. "Look at him, Leo. Look at your fancy lawyer ex on his knees, licking my fucking cum off you." He drove into Leo with punishing force. "Tell him who owns you now!"
Leo’s head snapped back, his eyes wide and unfocused. "You!" he cried out, the word ripped from him. "You own me, Dom! Only you!"
Mateo froze mid-lick, his head jerking up, his expression one of pure, venomous betrayal.
It was the final trigger. Dom roared, a raw, primal sound, and slammed home one last time. His hips jerked violently as he buried himself to the root, his cock pulsing deep inside Leo, flooding him with thick, hot release. Leo convulsed again, a silent scream on his lips, his body clamping down impossibly tight around Dom’s cock as he was filled.
Dom held himself there, buried deep, shuddering, his forehead pressed against Leo’s shoulder. Leo slumped, utterly spent, held up only by Dom’s grip and the cock still stretching him wide. Mateo remained frozen on his knees, a streak of Leo’s release glistening near the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Dom with pure, unadulterated hatred.
The silence that followed was thick, broken only by harsh breathing. The scent of sex, sweat, and humiliation hung heavy. Dom slowly pulled out, the thick slide drawing a weak gasp from Leo. He lowered Leo gently, carefully, his legs buckling instantly. Leo sank to the cold floor beside Mateo, trembling violently, avoiding both their gazes.
Dom stepped back, his own breathing ragged but controlled. He looked down at the two men at his feet – Leo, shattered and submissive, Mateo, humiliated and seething. He adjusted himself with deliberate casualness, his gaze locking onto Mateo.
"Get out," Dom said, his voice low and final, devoid of the earlier growl but carrying absolute authority. "Clean yourself up first. Then get the fuck out of my loft."
Mateo slowly, shakily, climbed to his feet. He wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving Dom’s. The hatred in them was a living thing. He didn’t look at Leo. Without a word, he turned, his polished shoes clicking sharply on the granite once more, heading towards the sleek, modern bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him.
Dom knelt beside Leo, who flinched slightly. "Shhh," Dom murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from Leo’s forehead. His touch was unexpectedly gentle. "It’s over." He pulled Leo against him, ignoring the mess cooling on both their skins. Leo buried his face in Dom’s neck, his body trembling with silent sobs.
Dom held him, his gaze fixed on the closed bathroom door. Mateo’s humiliation was complete, but the cold fury radiating from behind that door was a promise. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. The air crackled with the aftermath of violation and the chilling certainty of a reckoning yet to come. Leo’s quiet weeping was the only sound in the vast, shadowed space.