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Peter Pan is mine, always has been. Mine to capture. Mine to bend. Mine to break.
“Peter Pan begging. It’s like music to my ears.”
“I’ve been playing nice, Pan.” I’m breathing through my nose like a fucking bull. “Do you want to see what it looks like when I’m not playing nice?”
“On your knees.” He listens and obeys so well, kneeling on the floor at my feet.
“I always used to indulge you. I always played along. But this time? I’ve got you on your knees. This isn’t your game anymore.”
“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting harder, deeper. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing.” He moans around my cock. “Bloody hell.”
“We’re playing my game now, Little Star. Let’s see how well you follow the rules.”
“Fuck you,” he spits. My nose skims along the side of his face. “I usually like being the one doing the fucking.”
“Keep fighting me. We both know how much you love
it.”
“Tell me you hate me.” His lips are so close to mine as he unzips my jeans
“I want your eyes on me as I make you come.”
“Break for me, Pan.” That sends me over the edge. “Oh, fuck,”
“You’re so fucking perfect when you fall apart for me.”
“Your hate tastes so good, Little Star.”
He’s a star—Neverland’s sun—and I don’t care if I get burned. Peter Pan is mine.
“I won’t apologize for Simon though. He touched you, and you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Only here.” “Good boy.”
“I’ll give you as much pain and pleasure as you want, Little Star.”
“And you’ll take it all, won’t you? Only from me. Because you’re mine.”
“You forgot me once before, but this time, I’ll sear myself onto your fucking soul. You’ll never be able to fucking forget again.”
A work of art that I want to dirty. Ruin. Corrupt.
“Beg for it, Little Star. I love to hear you beg.”
“Please, Hook. Please. I want to come.”
“Your pleasure belongs to me, Pan, and I want to fucking see it in your eyes. If I don’t,
I swear I’ll stop.”
“I should punish you every time you close those beautiful eyes.” His eyes look dangerous as he glares down at me. “Keep them open, Peter. Or I will stop.”
“I can’t get enough of you. You’re my new fucking addiction. Now I want all of you.”
“You’re going to take what I give you, come when I tell you, scream if you need to.”
“Fuck. Please, Hook. Please. I need you.” “You know I love the sound of you begging, Little Star.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think you’re capable or incapable of. All that matters is that you’re mine.” I nod emphatically, hoping it’s enough for him to give me more. “Say it.” “I’m yours.” “Good boy.”
If he is the sun, then I think I’m the moon. Used to the darkness, but living for those moments where his light shines on me.
“But I promise you that you are brave. You can be both brave and afraid. Because one cannot exist without the other.”
Leaning over, I place a kiss on Hook’s pale forehead. Against his icy skin, in a raspy whisper meant only for him, I say, “You are my happy thought, James Hook. Now and forever.”
