Page 60 of Fool Me Twice

“You want to know?” Cane asked.

Hart nodded, wrecked little sounds still escaping his lips. He wasn’t sure whether he was crying or just tearing apart at the seams. It didn’t seem important at all.

Cane was back on him in a flash after that, naked skin to naked skin. Hart gasped and shivered at the feeling of it.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart,” Cane said roughly, and Hart complied, resting his chest against the damp desk as he brought his hands behind his back and crossed his wrists. He knew the drill.

“Good,” Cane said as he looped Hart’s belt around his wrists and tightened it until Hart could feel tingles in the tips of his fingers.

“Cane,” he said, mind still reeling from being denied. Still struggling to move on from it.

“On your knees, face down,” Cane said, tugging at his bound hands to pry him away from the desk.

Hart didn’t need help sinking to the floor. He was barely holding it together as it was. He dropped to his knees, the burn from the worn-out carpet barely registering in his mind. Cane kept holding on to the belt, helping Hart bend down until he had one side of his face in the carpet, ass in the air, hands tied behind him and mind lost to it all. He heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, saw the wheels on Cane’s chair roll as he pushed it away, felt him get behind him.

Cane’s hands went back to his body, finally. One on his hips, one in his hair. Just how he liked best.

Hart could feel him pushing at his entrance, slipping inside just the tiniest bit, then using the grip on his hair to tug him back, impaling him on his cock so roughly Hart nearly fainted.

Another sob broke free, and this time he knew he was crying. There was no other way to release the hurricane of emotion inside him. No other means for him to express how good it felt to finally be free. To be reduced to this basic blueprint of a human being.

“There were so many after you,” Cane said, thrust after thrust pushing Hart across the carpet, scratching at his skin, hurting him in the best way he knew.

He closed his eyes against the images in his head. He wanted to hear it. He’d asked for it. But it didn’t mean he needed the visuals of it. Of Cane’s teeth on someone else. His hands in someone else’s hair.

He shook his head, moaning desperately as he tried to push himself harder onto Cane’s cock. He felt like he was being split open and he didn’t care.

“I lost count,” Cane growled, his hips slapping against Hart’s skin. “They were good, sweetheart. Fuck, some of them were so hot.”

He punctuated the word hot with a thrust so powerful that Hart choked on his moan. His entire face was covered in tears, the grime from the carpet sticking to them.

He was filthy. Broken.

And he needed.

Desperately.

“No…” He shook his head again, wanting it to stop.

“You asked for it,” Cane said, pulling out of him, and Hart was pretty sure he screamed in frustration.

He felt the tug on his hair bringing him upright, the belt around his wrists untied, and then Cane’s hands forcing him onto his back.

Cane grabbed his thighs and pulled his legs up until he was bent in half before slamming back into him. He set up a pace that could only be called brutal. His grunts made him sound like an animal, and Hart was on the brink of being torn apart by it.

He pushed into him, wild, dangerous. He pegged his prostate, holding his legs up and spread wide. Hart had no place to run. And even if he had, he wouldn’t want to. He needed this more than he’d ever needed anything.

His cock slapped against his stomach, hard as a rock, untouched and aching for stimulation. He knew Cane wouldn’t give it. Knew he got off on making Hart come untouched. And he knew exactly what to do to get him there.

He changed the angle just slightly, leaning forward to look into Hart’s eyes. His tattoos against Hart’s clean skin, his piercings shining like stars before Hart’s eyes. The meticulously placed scars on his arms caught Hart’s attention like tiny beacons, giving him something to focus on. Something to think about other than…

“Look at me,” Cane growled, and Hart’s eyes snapped back up. Unfocused and hazy around the edges. Brimming with frustrated tears.

Cane picked up speed and drove into him harder.

“You gonna come for me?” Cane asked, and Hart wanted to nod. Wanted to tell him he was close.

But something was missing, and Cane had said no more lies. He couldn’t lie or it would all be gone.