[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: He Took My Innocence Mid-Air

~Reynold’s POV~

Without saying anything, Frederick reached for me, placed a hand around my waist, and pulled me closer to him.

He stared down at me in the dim lighting of the private jet suite. ”I usually hate having anyone sleep beside me,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration.

My heart stuttered, and I instantly started to pull back. ”I can move—”

Before I could shift away, his arm tightened, anchoring me right where I was. ”I don’t know you well yet,” he continued, a strange, hypnotic edge softening his tone, ”but you smell entirely too good and too innocent. It makes me want to take that innocence for myself... because I can’t resist how you smell.”

I lifted my gaze to meet his, the dark intensity in his eyes making it impossible to look away. I understood his meaning instantly. Every warning bell in my head should have been screaming, but the steady hum of the jet beneath us and the heavy comfort of his presence made the panic fade.

”Will you allow me, Reynold?” he asked.

I fell silent for a long moment, wrestling with the reality of where I was, what my family had done to me, and the towering, magnetic man holding me now. Then, slowly, I gave a single, quiet nod.

A faint, approving smirk touched his lips. He reached up, his fingers gently brushing my damp hair back from my forehead. ”Have you ever been touched?”

I shook my head. ”No...”

”How old are you?”

”Nineteen.”

”Are you straight?”

”I’m... I’m bisexual,” I whispered, staring down at his collarbone. ”I’ve just never been in a relationship before.”

”Is there anyone you like?” he asked, his thumb lightly tracing the line of my jaw.

”There’s a girl at my university,” I admitted, feeling a flush heat my cheeks. ”We’re in the same department. I like her.”

”Have you spoken to her yet?”

”No.”

”Why not?”

”She comes from a very wealthy family, and I... I don’t,” I muttered, the familiar sting of inadequacy washing over me. ”I wanted to wait until I made something of myself, until I was rich, before I ever approached her.”

Frederick let out a sudden, deep laugh that vibrated against my chest. ”You want to wait until you’re rich?”

I nodded defensively.

”And when exactly do you plan on achieving that?”

I fell silent, unable to give him an answer.

”If you want her, you should just go to her,” he said softly. ”Why waste time waiting for a bank account to give you permission?”

”I heard people at the university say she only dates men with status and money,” I murmured.

Frederick’s smile turned dry. ”Then she has standards. Nothing wrong with that. What about you, Reynold? What’s your standard in dating?”

”I want to be rich so I can take care of my partner,” I answered honestly.

”And what if your partner is already wealthy?”

”I’d still want to make my own money,” I said, looking right into his eyes. ”So we could take care of each other as equals.”

Frederick chuckled softly, as if he’d known me for years. What is so funny? I thought bitterly. He wants to sleep with me anyway, so why is he interrogating me like this?

Before I could fully process his words, Frederick’s fingers found the edge of my silk bathrobe. He untied the belt in one smooth motion. The fabric slipped open and fell away from my shoulders, leaving me completely bare against him in the soft cabin light of the private jet.

He guided me closer to his waist, and my trembling hand brushed against his thigh, landing directly over his cock beneath the duvet. Even through the fabric, he was impossibly thick and hard.

A shiver raced down my spine as I realized Frederick wasn’t just shirtless; he was completely naked beneath the duvet. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled the heavy cover down, exposing himself completely.

My breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in sheer disbelief at the thick, pulsing length of his cock, and before I could stop myself, a small, breathless gasp slipped past my lips.

”That’s... it’s too big,” I stammered, my eyes darting from his face down to his massive cock. ”Is that really... only yours?”

”Yes,” he murmured, his gaze dark and heavy with intent.

”It won’t fit,” I panicked, shaking my head as the reality of my lack of experience crashed over me. ”I’ve never done this before. I can’t take that cock.”

Frederick shifted, pulling me flush against his chest and pressing a reassuring kiss to my temple. ”I will be gentle with you, Reynold,” he promised, his deep voice wrapping around me like a shield. ”You just have to listen to my voice and surrender yourself to me.”

”Will it hurt?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I stared at his thick cock inches away.

”It will only hurt if you let fear take over your mind,” he answered softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles against my back while his other hand stroked the base of his hard cock. ”So just relax. I’ve got you.”

What other choice do I have? I asked myself, heart pounding hard against my ribs. I don’t want to die under this man. Please, God... I have to survive.

With a final, trembling breath, I let go of my resistance.

Frederick pulled me fully against him, his lips meeting mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss that made everything around me disappear.

His hand moved to my ear, rubbing the sensitive lobe gently, sending a hot shiver down my spine. With a subtle flick of his fingers, he tapped a remote on the bedside console, and soft, slow music began to play through the cabin speakers.

I let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by his closeness.

”Reynold... your breath smells so good. I love it,” he whispered.

You’re just flattering me to get what you want, I thought, my mind spinning.

His mouth left my skin, tracking up my jaw before his lips crashed back onto mine in a rough, bruising kiss.

While our tongues tangled, his hand slipped down from my chest, sliding two fingers between my lips.

”Open for me, Reynolds,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice a deep, gravelly command as his lips parted mine to deepen the kiss even further.

He shifted his weight, climbing up over my body until our hard cocks collided, grinding together with a wet, friction-heavy slide that shot fire straight up my spine. His hands locked onto my hips, anchoring me to the mattress as his mouth trailed down from my lips, sucking lazily at my lower lip before biting down just hard enough to make me gasp.

”I’m not rushing you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my throat. ”I want you completely undone before I even touch you inside.”

His mouth tracked down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point, before dropping lower to my chest. He took my left nipple between his teeth, nipping and rolling it while his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud.

A loud sound escaped my throat. My hips jerked up, trying to chase the friction, but he slid his thigh between mine, rubbing against my leaking cock in a way that felt entirely too good.

”Please...” I choked out, my fingers clawing blindly at the leather headboard.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and completely feral. ”Look at me,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. ”Grab my hair, Reynold. Pull me close. Show me how much you want it.”

My trembling fingers tangled deep into his hair, wrenching his head down as my hips bucked upward on instinct.

He shifted lower, settling right between my thighs. He spat into his palm, slicking my cock from root to tip with a wet, heavy stroke before his mouth swallowed me whole.

A sharp gasp ripped from my chest as I flung my legs wider, the sensation so intense it made my head spin. I instinctively grabbed his hair, trying to pull him deeper.

He didn’t rush. He took me deep, moving his mouth in a steady, perfect beat over and over again. He swirled his tongue around the leaking tip, his lips sliding up and down my shaft with a slick, greedy suction that made my vision white out. Every time the pleasure spiked too high and I tried to pull away, his hand clamped around my hip like a vise, holding me right where he wanted me, forcing me to take every bit of him.

”That’s it, sweet boy,” he hummed against my cock. ”Take it all.”

His pace picked up, his mouth moving faster, sucking harder, sliding over me until the friction and the heat built into a roaring fire in my lower stomach.

”I’m going to...!” I screamed, my back arching completely off the mattress, my fingers tightening in his hair, gripping it as hard as I could.

Right at the absolute edge, he pulled his mouth away. Before I could even protest, his hand replaced his lips, wrapping tightly around my dick, his palm sliding up and down in heavy, ruthless strokes that pushed me over the precipice.

”I’m—I’m going to cum... I can’t take it!” I cried out, my voice cracking as my hips bucked upward against his hand.

”Cum for me, Reynold,” he growled, his voice vibrating through the cabin. ”I want every drop.”

I came hard, spilling over his fingers with a broken cry, body shaking under him as the pleasure tore through me. He kept stroking me through every pulse until I was spent and gasping.

Frederick looked at me with quiet satisfaction.

”Sweet boy,” he murmured.