Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 24

There was something about this man that always urged him to push. He had gotten past testing the limits of someone a long time ago. Melvin hardly spent time in those private rooms. It took a lot of frustration for him to pick up an appointment.

Even then so, it all had to be controlled. Melvin knew his own strength. He had made his fair share of mistakes when he was younger.

But everything about this man was starting to pull him closer to the part of him that he caged a long time ago. Those emeralds were swirling with fear and lust. No amount of punishment was enough. Nothing made the gorgeous man try to stop him. Instead, all he did was beg for more.

It had been a long time since Melvin's work had such an affect on someone. It fueled the thoughts that took over when he shared a room with the man. Those thoughts weren't the nice kind either.

They were possessive.

Like gasoline to a flame, the diligent work Melvin put into this man that night ade them worse. There was no reasoning with him right then.

"Do you want more?" he asked, trying to reign himself in. He didn't want to go too far. That wouldn't be good for either of them.

Those green eyes were so addicting to look at. Mateo was breathing hard, not speaking much. His body looked worn, covered in sweat that dripped off that chiseled chest. Melvin had been given him breaks by gently touching that chest, teasing the red marks he made.

Even though he was pushed farther than before, Melvin could see those eyes beg for more. They say that eyes were the windows to the soul. Sometimes everyday life liked to hide that doorway. And sometimes, they liked to hide it from the world. Only in rooms like these could you see them open. Only when you pushed them to their limit did that resolve crack.

"Please," Mateo begged, his voice breathy, even after catching his breath. "Please, Master. More."

Those words hadn't given Melvin such a thrill in a long time. This man was giving him more power than most subs had ever. Those green eyes showed a hidden message. They wanted his attention. All of it. There might be something else in the depths of that soul, but Melvin would wait for that to surface. It wasn't his job to dissect the man.

It was to give him just what that body needed.

Melvin grabbed ahold of that perfect chin, lifting it above his eye level. He gently caressed the marks he made on the man's throat. Melvin shouldn't have brought that into their games. It wasn't safe for either of them. Melvin charted into all too familiar territory the second that his sub showed him how much he enjoyed it.

"You like being the center of attention," Melvin whispered into his ear, his had comfortable fitting around his neck again. "Don't you?"

"Only with you," he answered. His voice was hoarse from the choking that he had done before, but it was still strong. And those words even stronger. It fed into the wrong way of thinking in Melvin's mind, bringing it out more and more.

"Aren't you sweet," Melvin smiled, his grip tightening. His thumb gently caressed his sub's jaw again. "You really like this, don't you?"

Mateo couldn't answer that much. Melvin could tell that he enjoyed it, though. The bulge inside his pants was enough for him to know exactly what that body craved.

He wondered just how long he could keep himself on the edge like that. Melvin hadn't been keeping track of the time, but he knew that they had been there for a while. All of his frustration that night was released as he took control of the pretty boy. Those words he spat were angry, but they calmed down the moment Melvin had his hands on him.