Chapter Ten: Enter In And Up Under Your Skin Like A Splinter
Tony’s smile becomes even bigger. Satisfaction settles heavily in his chest. He lured Peter into his trap and it just snapped shut.
“Good”, he says leaning back in his chair. His eyes are never leaving Peter's, watching every change in his expression. Now he looks unsure of how to proceed, what to do with Tony’s answer.
“Very good”, he nods. “Fuck, I really want to touch you, baby.” And Tony has to admit to himself that it was the truth. He does want to touch Peter. But who can blame him? Peter is like an angel and Tony wants to defile him.
“Really?” Tony thrives in the questions for approval. The insecurity in Peter’s voice makes his blood boil.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
“Not really”, Peter negates. ”What do I do to you?”
“Fishing for compliments, are we?” Tony grins.
“Sorry, it’s just… You’re you and I am me. And I don’t really understand how you could be interested, you know?”
“Damn, you really don’t know.” Tony shakes his head in disbelief. “Sweetheart, you’re the whole fucking package. You’re smart, funny, pretty. And even though you don’t see it, others do. Bucky did.”
The reminder of Bucky seems to shake Peter. He glances over to the window and pushes his glasses further up his nose. “I think I need to go now.”
Tony smiles. “Of course, you need to go do your job. I can’t wait to see you again tomorrow.”
After Peter leaves, Tony is freed from his cuffs and left alone in his cell. He doesn’t waste any time before taking his phone from its hiding place and texts his right hand man Rhodey to get him Peter’s phone number.
He needs to stay on top of the situation and not let Peter think about it for too long. Therefore he needs another way of staying in touch except from the daily sessions.
Within an hour he got the phone number. Now he just needs to wait until it’s late enough to be safe Peter’s at home, so he can contact him in private.
P: Who is this? I think you have the wrong number.
T: petey, don’t play. you know who I am
P: How did you get my number?
T: one of my men got it for me. i couldn’t wait until tomorrow to talk to you again
P: Wait. How do you even have a phone in there?
T: i know, even got the diagnosis and everything
T: didn’t answer my question tho
T: why else would i work on getting your number and
T: texting you just a few hours after having seen you
P: You really got my number through one your men?
T: of course, that’s what i have them for
P: To get in contact with your current plaything?
T: oh darling, are you jealous?
T: and for you information, you’re my only plaything
T: oh you mean aside from all the great leisure activities you get in jail?
T: i’m lying in my kingsized luxury bed with silk sheets, enjoying my life
T: and i’m definitely thinking bout you
T: maybe the bed is concrete
T: okay, it’s definitely concrete
T: still thinking bout you tho
P: I’m thinking about you too…
P: Hard not to when you keep texting me
T: are you saying that’s the only reason you’re thinking bout me?
T: what are you thinking about?
T: come on, petey, don’t get shy on me again
T: you did so well with all the sass
P: I was thinking about what you said earlier.
T: i said a lot of things
P: The whole “he’s not what you need” thing
T: i don’t say things i don’t mean
P: That’s definitely not true
T: you’ve been thinking about this the whole evening?
T: and you’re peter parker
P: You don’t get the point.
T: sweetheart, you’re everything a man like me dreams about
T: and i mean that quite literally
P: You had a dream about me?
P: What happened in them?
T: oh, all kinds of stuff
T: kissing you until you run out of breath
T: licking all over your body, tasting every inch of your skin
T: jerking your pretty little cock until you cum all over yourself
T: having your lips around my cock, my hands in your hair
T: opening you up on my fingers, until you’re ready to take my cock
T: you’re blushing, aren’t you?
P: You’re not here. You can’t know that.
T: to know that i think about you like that
T: are you hard right now, baby?
T: such a good boy, answering all my questions
T: fuck, just thinking about you lying in your bed all hard for me
T: are you touching your little cock?
T: you’re so hot, sweetheart
T: my imagination’s pretty good
T: you want to see how hard i am for you, so you’ll finally believe me?
T: or did my pic blow your brains out
T: yeah, you like it, baby?
T: would you like to touch it?
T: your messages aren’t exactly screaming enthusiastic consent here
T: but daddy needs something to work with here
T: think you can do that?
P: Yes, daddy, I can do that
T: fuck, i want to ruin you
T: want me to help you cum?
T: have you ever played with your sweet virgin hole
T: or do you only ever touch your little cock?
T: aw, baby’s too shy to even write it
T: bet you taste like it as well
T: you want to try touching your hole for daddy?
T: daddy is gonna tell you how
P: Okay, daddy, I can try
T: okay, first you need to change your position
T: elbows and knees, baby
T: now take your index and middle finger into your mouth
T: make em real wet for me
T: answering might get kinda difficult with only your one hand
T: but i’m sure you can manage
T: now take those fingers out
T: spread the spit around your hole
T: just the outside, no skipping ahead
P: It’s cold and wet, but kind of good, I think
T: you’re doing great, petey
T: now slowly put one finger in
T: deep breaths and relax to make it easier
T: just leave it inside for a moment
T: just get used to the feeling
T: almost came just thinking about putting my fingers in your perfect ass
T: fucking you with them until you’re loose and sloppy for daddy
T: how you feelin now, petey?
P: Feels nice, daddy, can I move?
T: such a good boy for asking
T: yes, baby, you can move
T: but don’t take it out completely
T: just move your finger back and forth
P: It’s kind of hard to reach though
T: when i get my hands on you, you don’t have to move a single muscle
T: just need to lie there and look pretty for me
T: daddy’s little pillow princess
T: put your second finger in, sweetheart
T: i know you can take it
T: oh, you don’t know full
T: just imagine daddy’s cock in that tight little hole of yours
T: i’m going to wreck you
T: ruin you for every other man
T: what do you want, baby?
P: Please, can I cum, daddy?
T: how you feelin, petey?
T: thinking about you doing so good for me
T: you feelin a bit sleepy, sweetheart?
T: make yourself comfy, baby
T: you can go to sleep soon
T: can i ask you for a favor, sweetheart?
T: i need you to deliver a message from me
T: i’ll give you a note tomorrow
T: you just need to give it to a friend of mine
T: you could get in danger and we don’t want that, do we?
T: i’ll explain everything tomorrow
T: it’s really sweet of you to do this for me, baby
T: can’t wait to see you tomorrow
T: all pretty and blushing with the knowledge of what we did tonight
T: but i don’t want to keep you from your beauty sleep
Tony puts down his phone grinning. He’s satisfied both physically and mentally. The thoughts of Peter made him cum harder and faster than expected. But even better, Peter agreed to do him a favour. Sure it’s a small one, but he can’t just pull out the big guns directly just because he’s gotten the boy a killer orgasm.
Little by little he’s going to get Peter to do just about anything for him.
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