The Kingpin's Possession

40: All to Myself

Kim:“I promise.”

Kim had hoped that Kit would change his mind, but watching the resolve in the kid’s eyes made him believe that maybe, he might be able to go through with all of this after all.

It’s not that he hadn't considered this possibility before; he knew he had to produce an heir because that had been his family’s legacy even before he took over from his father. The next generation of Jao porIt was done to safeguard the rule and to ensure that the next generation was ready to take over in case the previous generation suffered an untimely death.

But he was different, not like the previous dons who had ruled over the Ayutthaya family with an iron fist. He liked men…and now, he liked this nong who seemed to test his patience at every turn. But try as he might, he couldn’t give up on him. He was in love with Kit.

It was a realization he had had the instant he had been hit by that bullet and the last thought he had had was never being able to see Kit again. It hadn't mattered to him what happened to the empire or his big brother or even his beloved younger sister. All he cared about was Kit.

Now, he looked down into the hazy eyes of his lover, lowering his lips to his once again as he stood up from the couch, taking Kit with him.

He might love the boy already, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t angry.

“I think it’s time to give you the spanking that you deserve, Kit.” Kim’s hands reached for Kit’s shirt, ripping the sided open as buttons went flying everywhere, startling Kit. “Take them off.”

Kit stood there, frozen from shock as P’Kim’s voice reverberated in his head a few time. He swallowed, looking into P’Kim’s eyes, trying to understand if he was serious or just joking about the spanking.

He wasn’t. His eyes were dead serious.

P’Kim undid the first few buttons on his shirt before taking a seat back on the couch, his arms spread on the back and his legs folded one on top of the other as he continued to scrutinize Kit with those eyes, his gaze filled with a kind of intensity he wasn’t used to.

Momentarily, he got distracted by the sight of the bandages on P’Kim’s chest. He swallowed, remembering how he had visited the hospital, only to see his strong, stubborn Phi “Take them off.”Kim said impatiently, making Kit swallow again.

“P’Kim…you’re still injured…” he tried to remind him, but that only made Kim smirk in response.

“I know.” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes roaming Kit’s exposed chest with a glint of something that Kit could only describe as lust.

Kit placed his hands on the waistband of his pants, taking off his belt before unzipping the chain slowly, as he watched P’Kim’s eyes follow his every movement. As he pulled down the pants so they pooled around his legs, along with his boxers, the way P’Kim licked his lips made his cock jerk with anticipation, his heart thrashing against his ribcage like a tattoo.

He finally discarded the remains of his torn shirt, standing stark naked in front of his lover as his eyes travelled the length of his body hungrily. It was a strangely empowering sight for Kit…knowing that he could make this powerful man crave him the way he did…

“Come here.” Kim patted his legs as he unfolded them. “Lay across my lap, you know what to do.”

Yes, Kit knew what to do and exactly what P’Kim wanted…and he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t anticipating what was about to come next. But he was also a bit unsure.

Still, Kit did as he was told, and went and lay across P’Kim’s lap, his arms and legs on either side as P’Kim’s legs supported his torso, and his buttocks facing him.

The first strike came out of nowhere, without warning, and Kit yelped as the pleasure-pain spread across his body. He grit his teeth, waiting for another impact, and this time, when it came, he was a lot more prepared.

However, what he wasn’t prepared for…was for it to feel so good.

With each strike across his ass cheeks, he could feel his cock harden in pleasure, his groans turning into moans as he pressed his hand on top of his mouth to stop himself from yelling out.

“No, don’t cover your mouth.” P’Kim instructed, his voice breathless as he caressed his hands over his round cheeks, almost like he was enjoying the ordeal more than Kit himself. “Let it out. I want to hear your voice, Kit. I want to hear you scream.”

Kit moved his hand away from his mouth, and this time, when the strike came, he didn’t hold back his scream of pleasure-pain. But surprisingly, it wasn’t just his scream that filled the air. It was accompanied by a groan from the man in control.

“So soft…so red…” Kim caressed the round mounds in front of him, feeling his own cock jerk inside his pants, begging for a release. “Get off.”

Kit immediately got off of his lap, his behind stinging a bit but not enough to hurt him seriously or leave a bruise. And then he watched P’Kim climb off the couch as well, before he took Kit’s hand and placed them on the back of the couch.

“Bend over.” He whispered against his neck as he retreated his hands from on top of Kit’s. “I want to fuck you like this.”

Kit swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he did as P’Kim asked. If his heart beat any faster, he was sure it would burst out of his chest.

The sound of the zipper being pulled down made a shiver run down his spine, before he heard the sound of clothes being dropped to the floor.

“I want you all to myself, Kit,” Kim told him as he took out the lubricating get and smeared the cool ointment all over Kit’s red buttocks as well as his channel, inserting his fingers inside of him to make sure he got every nook and cranny. “Forever. As long as we’re together.”

“I’m yours…” Kit groaned out as he felt P’Kim’s fingers move in and out of his channel, preparing him for what was to come next. “I’m yours only.”

“Good.” Kim positioned the blunt head of his cock at his entrance, before slowly pushing inside of him, inch by slow inch…before he stopped, making Kit gasp in impatience. “Tell me who you belong to, Kit. Tell me who owns you?”

Kim’s hands came to the front of his body as he wrapped his hand around the shaft of the boy in front of him, squeezing him with just the right amount of pressure to make him moan out in pleasure. “Aagh!”

“Tell me!” Kim snapped, getting impatient as his own cock throbbed with a need to be inside Kit.

“Yours…” Kit groaned out, his back arching off as he tried to thrust back. “I’m all yours, P’Kim!”

“Good boy.” Kim smirked, before he slammed home, his cock buried to the hilt inside of Kit’s channel.

“AAGGHH!” Kit’s scream echoed off of the walls as his spine arched, his hands gripping the back of the couch so tightly that he thought he might rip the material. “P’Kim!”

“Yes!” Kim groaned, thrusting into his tight channel, rougher than he had before. “Does it hurt, Kit? Tell me if it hurts!”

His free hand came up to slap one supple ass cheek as he continued to thrust, but Kit didn’t tell him to stop. In fact, he thrust back with his ass, as if he was urging him to go faster, harder.

So he obliged.

With his hands firmly planted on his hips, Kim thrust into Kit with all the passion he had, the sound of skin slapping on skin reverberating throughout the room until it was the only sound he could hear, even louder than the sound of their ragged breaths and groans of pleasure combined.

Suddenly, Kim pulled Kit back flat on his chest with a grip on his shoulders, his dick still inside him, before he turned him towards the glass wall that overlooked the rest of the apartment buildings.

Kit felt his cheeks flush at the sight of the lights from the other buildings, his stomach clenching in fear and anticipation as he realized that anyone could see them if they neared the window.

“P’Kim…” Kit whined, breathlessly. “What if-”

“Let them see.” Kim growled in his ears possessively, his hold on his waist tightening a fraction. “I want everyone to know who the owner is!”

Strangely, those possessive words aroused Kit even further. When P’Kim got all growly and possessive like he was doing then, Kit loved it. He loved the fact that Kit was the centre of Kim’s universe and the only one who could make him this possessive.

Thankfully, the lights were turned off, and when Kim finally pushed him against the glass window, urging him to place his hands against the glass for balance, he knew that even if someone was peaking in, they would only be able to see their silhouettes and nothing more.

And then Kim lifted up one of Kit’s legs and help onto it, thrusting deeper than ever before as Kit’s head fell back on his shoulders, his screams of pleasure barely contained as he endured each thrust and undulated his hips in time to his to match every intrusion.

The warmth in the pit of his stomach spread all throughout his body, like liquid fire in his veins, and he forgot all about where he was and if anyone saw them. In fact, P’Kim was right…because ownership went both ways, and he wanted people to know that P’Kim belonged to him, just as much as he belonged to P’Kim.

The thrust got wilder, perspiration beading their skin as Kim let go of all his inhibitions, wanting to ‘claim’ Kit in a way he had never claimed anyone before.

“Ahhh! P’Kim!” And then Kit reached the height of euphoria as his orgasm rocked through his body, his seed shooting out to coat the glass window in front of him, his eyes rolling back on his head.

Kim wasn’t that far behind as he too shot his hot seed inside of Kit’s tight channel, feeling his inner muscles squeeze him like a glove as a scream of pleasure ripped out of his lips.

And then he collapsed onto the coach behind him, with Kit on his lap, his head hanging on his shoulders limply as his cock throbbed inside his channel still, milking out every single drop of his cum.

For some reason, this was the most intense sex Kim had ever had in his life…and he loved every single minute of it.

With a hand on his cheek, Kim turned Kit’s face towards him, kissing first his forehead, then his supple cheeks…before placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Kit opened his eyes, still hazed over with pleasure, to look up at P’Kim, his heart and body sated in a way he never thought possible.

“I love you.” Kim whispered into his ears softly, the words barely audible past the ragged breathing.

But Kit heard them nonetheless.

“Pom rak khun man gan