His To Owned

10. Overwhelming Pain

Henry turned his face away, biting his lip to stifle the shameful sounds threatening to escape.

Diois, noticing the lack of response, left Henry’s chest and moved back up, his hand gripping Henry’s neck.

He whispered with a dangerous edge, "Look at me."

Henry stubbornly turned his head to the other side, refusing to meet his gaze. But Diois grabbed his face again, his grip firm.
"Henry... You know I don’t like repeating myself. Look. At. Me." Each word carried a heavy warning.

Slowly, reluctantly, Henry opened his eyes and met Diois’s dark, possessive stare. "You’re mine. Understood? Only mine."

Did Henry have any choice?
No. He was already at the edge, with nowhere to turn.
Defeated, he gave a slight nod, and a look of satisfaction crept onto Diois’s face.

Diois trailed open-mouthed kisses across Henry’s body.
"Look at you, so eager," he whispered, his gaze lingering on Henry’s hard dick. But Henry felt only shame and disgust at Diois's words, his eyes closing tightly in an attempt to shut out the humiliation.

Diois claimed Henry's mouth again, one hand torturing his nipple while the other massaged his dick.

His hand slid lower, finding its way to Henry’s ass. A tremor ran through Henry's body as Diois's fingers brushed his entrance.

"Relax... you need to loosen up," Diois whispered softly, his voice smooth as silk, calming Henry’s racing heart despite his rising panic.

Diois slowly pushed a finger inside, making Henry jolt from the sudden sensation. But Diois held him in place, gently moving his finger in and out. Then, without warning, he added two more fingers, causing Henry to whimper in pain.

The stretch was intense, bordering on unbearable, yet somehow his body betrayed him again, craving more of the strange, overwhelming feeling.

After a few moments, Diois withdrew his fingers, and Henry let out a shaky breath of relief.

"Relax... alright? I’m going in," Diois murmured against Henry’s lips, his voice deceptively soothing.

He didn’t stop kissing Henry, keeping him anchored in place as the tension grew heavier in the air.

Diois positioned himself at the entrance of Henry's body.

Henry's muscles tensed as he felt the warmth of Diois against him. Sensing Henry's unease, Diois gently caressed his face and whispered, “Just relax.”

Henry's heart raced with fear. He knew this would hurt, but he had no idea how much.

He wasn't sure if he could endure it. As Diois began to enter him, Henry's entire body twitched in sharp pain.

Diois straightened up, gripping Henry's body with one hand while placing the other on his waist. Finally, he thrust inside in one quick movement, showing no gentleness at all.

"Ahh....it hurts..... stop"

Diois didn't give Henry a moment to adjust; he immediately began to move his hips.

At first, it was slow, but then he quickly increased his speed, thrusting hard and fast into Henry.

Each movement was ruthless just like him, and Henry felt as if he was being torn apart.

The pain was so intense that tears streamed down his face as he cried out, "It hurts... please... stop!"

But Diois ignored him.  Diois drove himself forward with all his strength, pushing so deep that there was no space left between them—they were completely connected, their bodies pressed together with not even a gap between them.