Page 158 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Is this how you do it? Pretend you don’t have needs like the rest of us poor slobs?”

My head falls to his shoulder, and he flinches but doesn’t pull away or stop.

Yes. Yes. This is exactly how I do it.

“I felt sorry for you when we met, you know?” he goes on, his hand rubbing and relentless. “Repressed. Sheltered. Greedy. Tell me the truth this time, Graham. One truth. Was the cage I gave you the first one you ever wore? Or was that a lie, too?”

“It wasn’t,” I try to breathe. “Not a lie.”

“Even when you’re telling the truth it sounds like you’re lying.”

Suddenly he’s got me by the hips. He maneuvers me until my cage is pressed against the bathroom counter.

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. I’m flushed and sweating.

His jaw is set, determined, but there’s no warmth in his eyes. Not even a flicker of desire—at least—not the way I remember.

Then, he lets me feel him—running his erection up my ass and squeezing my cheeks around his shaft.

I watch as he takes his phone out of his pocket and lifts his shirt to show his abs. He snaps a picture of us in the mirror. I close my eyes and turn my head once I realize what he’s doing.

“Shameful,” he says, another round of shots firing. “I know. God forbid the good senator likes a dick up his ass. But you do, don’t you?”

“Fuck…Silas…please.”

“Please stop? Please fuck you? I already got laid today, so I could go either way. But if you want to torture yourself, I’m happy to help.” He leans in near my ear and whispers. “You fucking deserve it.”

Either option will end me. But somehow being left here with the knowledge of his compromising photographs and nothing else to show for it seems like it would be worse than the hate fuck he’s offering.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ask me nicely,” he says in the cruelest tone I’ve ever heard him use.

“Pleasefuck me.”

He sets the phone behind the sink. It’s recording, in selfie mode, and my face fills three quarters of the screen. Behind me, he strips off his shirt, ensuring his very male chest is on full display. His piercings gleam in the light, and my mouth waters.

My hands could do any number of things. Turn off the camera. Toss the phone in the toilet. But they remain splayed on the marble, motionless, until one of them moves to unbuckle my belt.

As I open my pants, he does the same behind me. On thescreen, he steps back, ensuring his long, stiff cock appears in the frame. He strokes it before slapping it against my bare ass. Then his hand is in front of my face.

“Spit, Senator.”

My saliva pools in his hand as he waits patiently for more. The sight of his cock has kicked all my glands into overdrive, and there’s more than enough in my mouth to serve this purpose.

“Hope the door’s locked,” he says as he coats his cock.

My heart jumps in my chest because I can’t remember. I also can’t care. I need him. I don’t care how—I don’t care what happens next. I might die if he doesn’t put his dick inside me. I might die if he does.

I’m miserably uncomfortable. It’s indescribable, the tight restriction of my dick, the strain against my sac, the sticky precum making me itch.

With no prep and only my spit on his erection, he breaches my hole in one stiff, graceless shove. I gulp back a cry and brace a hand on the mirror. His strokes aim straight for my prostate, and it’s impossible to keep quiet. I bite down on my bicep as tears streak my face. I’m desperate and on fire.

He fucks me like he’s never bottomed a day in his life. His stance is tall and confident, his hands firm on my hips, his movements strong and sure. Right here with him, now, I miss him more than I ever have. He’s so far away. So unlike the man who made the mistake of falling for someone who didn’t deserve him at all.

He thrusts harder, filling me the way I’ve craved in all my weakest moments. The slap of his balls against mine is excruciating. My knees knock the cabinet, making a noise that’s too loud. Silas chuckles with zero mirth. “Daddy’s golden boy’s gonna have a lot of explaining to do…”

My orgasm starved body reacts with a shudder and a series of strong pulses deep inside.

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