Page 20 of The Devil's Bargain
“Going to be bratty like our doctor?” Mercy smirked. “I do enjoy that about him.”
“You scold him every chance you get.”
“That’s because Aodhan requires a firm hand. But you,” he captured Cal’s jaw, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb, “you’re different. You need care, and,” Mercy forced his head up higher roughly, “dominating.”
He was throwing his own words back at him.
Calix glanced to the side, knowing it would get a reaction, and sure enough, Mercy chuckled darkly. The sound practically vibrated down Cal’s spine, straight to his toes, and he felt his groin twitch.
“Take me out, little monster.”
“I would love to. Just give me a second to reach for my gun,” Calix mumbled, knowing Mercy would hear him in the otherwise quiet of the office. Still, despite his words, his arms lifted, hands going to pop open the button on the director’s pants.
“Do you plan on acting like you’re not into this forever?” Mercy drawled, though he didn’t sound disappointed by the prospect. He shifted on the chair, leaning back and settling his legs more comfortably around Cal as the zipper came undone and his cock was freed.
“Who says I am?” Calix’s tongue flicked out, lapping against the director’s flushed crown. His hand steadied his cock, and then he took him down his throat in one swift move, gagging slightly when he banged against the back of his throat.
They both moaned when a flash of arousal zipped through the open connection between them, and somewhere in the murky distance, Cal felt Aodhan’s answering envy.
He sucked Mercy off, taking his time with it despite the setting and the fact that he should be rushing back to the precinct. The familiar musk and the silky feel of the director’s skin on his tongue causing all sense of responsibility to vanish in a puff of smoke. Suddenly, it was like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, on his knees, pleasuring his First, and a swell of pride and longing overtook him.
Mercy’s fingers delved through his hair, soft at first, before he pressed his palm to the back of Calix’s head and started forcing him onto his cock harder, leaving himself buried deep long enough that saliva started to pool at the corners of Cal’s mouth, and his lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen.
“Look at you,” Mercy cooed down at him. “So perfect. My good little monster, isn’t that right? So good for me, and only me.”
Cal somehow managed to quirk a brow, gasping when he was finally allowed to pull off.
“All right, good for me and our doctor,” he corrected, knowing that’s what Calix was getting out with the silent judgment. He didn’t give him a chance to speak, however, pulling him back onto his cock after only a few breaths. “Keep working me, Azi. Show me how grateful you are that I let you return to work.”
Grateful? They both knew Cal had no real passion for being a detective.
“You enjoy your autonomy,” Mercy said, seemingly reading his mind even though that was impossible. The bond didn’t allow for that sort of depth into each other’s psyches. “Haven’t I done well for you in that department? I’ve given you a means to take care of yourself, a room of your own, a Second worthy of this wet, hot mouth of yours…What more could you possibly need? What more could you wish for?”
That was sort of the thing.
Nothing came to mind.
Calix wanted to rebel for that very reason. Wanted to push his luck and see how far he could go before the director forced him back into line. But that was a dangerous line of thinking, and this thing between them was still too fresh for him to take risks like that.
Mercy made it sound like he was doing him a favor, but the reality of their situation was stark. He hated that Cal wasn’t entirely under his thumb. Hated that he’d insisted on working and living a life outside of the pod. His controlling nature was more intense than Cal had even realized, only clear to him now that they were linked and he could feel the dissatisfaction coming from the director.
“Since you aren’t replying, I’ll take that to mean you’re satisfied,” Mercy teased, chuckling when Calix glared.
With a mouth full of cock, he couldn’t very well answer, now could he?
He picked up the pace, pressing a thumb against the base of Mercy’s member as he sucked and traced a throbbing vein with his tongue. His free hand had just slipped to the hem of Mercy’s shirt, pushing beneath the thin material to graze the flat of his stomach, when a knock came at the door, startling him.
“Keep going,” Mercy ordered, shifting forward, pressing Cal more securely beneath the desk, before he reached over and pressed the button that opened the door.
Calix froze, Mercy’s cock halfway out of his mouth, and listened to the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Director, I’m sorry to bother you,” a male voice rushed to say as he approached the desk where Cal was hiding. “I need your signature on a few documents, and it couldn’t wait.”
“Of course.” Mercy leaned forward, his cock pushing further past Cal’s lips from the motion, and presumably took the offered paperwork. The sound of his pen scrawling came a second later. “You could have emailed these to me.”
“They requested physical copies,” the man said. “I know it’s uncommon, but I couldn’t refuse.”
“No, you’re right.” Mercy’s voice remained steady, but he twisted his hips, a silent reminder that Cal was meant to be doing something.
