Claimed by the Silver Fox: Part 2
Theme: Age-Gap, Power Dynamics, Uncontrollable Desire
After that night with Michael, I couldn’t think about anything else. The hunger inside me had been awakened, something primal, something deep. I’d never felt more alive, more in tune with my own desires. Michael had shown me what it meant to be completely owned, and the experience had left me aching for more. Every touch, every command, every thrust—burned into my mind. I didn’t know how to get this craving out of me, but I was determined to try.
Weeks passed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to be under his control again. My body craved him, and though I tried to fill the emptiness with work and other distractions, I knew there was no way I’d feel satisfied until Michael took me again.
Then, one evening, I got a message from him.
“I’m hosting another evening. This time, you’ll come to me. I want you naked and waiting for me when I arrive. Don’t disappoint me.”
My heart raced as I read the message, the familiar ache starting deep in my stomach. I hadn’t forgotten how he made me feel, and now he was calling me again. There was no hesitation in my response: “I’ll be ready.”
The night came, and I arrived at his penthouse, my body already trembling in anticipation. This time, I was prepared. I had already stripped down to nothing, laying on his massive leather couch, the soft fabric caressing my bare skin. I was on edge, waiting for him to arrive.
The sound of the doorbell rang through the penthouse, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. He was here. My body went stiff with nervous excitement as I crawled to the door, opening it just wide enough to see him standing there.
Michael looked even more imposing tonight. In a dark suit that clung to his frame, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly tousled, he looked every bit the powerful man he was. His eyes locked onto mine, and he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.
“You’ve been waiting for me?” His voice was calm, but the command was unmistakable.
I nodded, unable to form words, just desperate to feel his presence again, to give myself to him. I hadn’t even noticed how much I had missed this until the moment he stepped in the room. He closed the door behind him and moved toward me, his footsteps measured, deliberate.
“I’m not going to make you beg this time,” Michael said, his voice low, dripping with dominance. “You’re already mine. But tonight... I’m going to make sure you know just how much.”
I shuddered as he walked closer, his hands moving to my shoulders, gripping me with a possessive force. His lips found mine, crushing against them in a kiss that was as rough as it was commanding. There was no gentleness this time. There was no tenderness. Only need. Only hunger.
He pulled away abruptly, his eyes scanning my naked body. The heat in his gaze made me feel like I was on fire.
“Tonight, I’m going to show you what it means to be completely powerless,” Michael whispered. He cupped my chin, tilting my head back so I was looking up at him. His hand moved to the top of my chest, gently squeezing my throat as if reminding me who was in control.
My body trembled with anticipation as he pushed me down onto the couch. Without a word, he straddled me, his weight heavy and undeniable as he positioned his body above mine. I could feel the heat of his skin, and the feeling was intoxicating.
“You’re going to take me again,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “And this time, you’re going to beg for it.”
I could already feel my cock growing hard, aching for his touch. I was already lost to the pleasure he could give me. The craving was overwhelming.
“Please,” I whispered, barely able to contain myself. “Take me. I need it.”
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he reached down and grabbed my cock, the roughness of his grip sending a surge of need through me. Michael lined himself up, pressing the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
Without warning, he thrust into me, forcing me to take all of him in one swift motion. I gasped, the intensity of it taking my breath away as he buried himself deep.
“Good boy,” he growled, his hand moving to grip my hip as he started to fuck me, each thrust harder and more forceful than the last. His body moved above mine with precision, knowing exactly what I needed—what I craved. His rhythm was perfect, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure through me with every deep thrust.
I felt like I was losing myself in him. The roughness, the power, the way he controlled every inch of me—it was all too much, and yet I couldn’t get enough. Every time he pulled out, I wanted more. Every time he slid back in, I thought I’d break from the pleasure.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me you want me inside you, controlling you.”
“I want it,” I gasped. “I want you. Take me. Fuck me harder.”
Michael’s grin was predatory as he moved faster, more urgently, as if he couldn’t get enough of me either. His hands gripped my wrists tightly, pinning them above my head as he fucked me with relentless force. The pressure of his body against mine, the sound of our skin slapping together, the overwhelming sensation of being completely dominated by him—it was too much.
I came again, hard, my cock erupting between us, leaving hot streaks of cum on his chest as my body shook violently beneath him.
But Michael didn’t stop. His pace never slowed as he fucked me through my orgasm, each thrust harder, deeper, until with one final groan, he came inside me, filling me with his warmth.
We both collapsed, breathless, our bodies entangled in a sweaty mess of pleasure and exhaustion.
“You were perfect,” Michael whispered, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead as he held me close.
I smiled, still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. “When can I do this again?” I asked, my voice low and desperate, the hunger still burning inside me.
Michael’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he held me tighter. “Whenever you want, Ben. You belong to me now.”
And deep down, I knew I’d never be able to walk away from this. Not now. Not ever.