Page 31 of The Devil's Bargain
Calix’s scream echoed throughout the bathroom, tears instantly pooling in his eyes as he was torn through. The pain was sharp and unforgiving—a stark mirror to the man forcing himself deep into Cal’s body, despite the resistance he was greeted with.
“It hurts!” Cal tried to right himself, to get better purchase, but Mercy forced his head down lower, his forehead practically touching the soaked bathmat.
Gross.
“Don’t!” He tried reaching back to grab onto the director’s arm and make him let go, but all that got him was a harder thrust, followed by another wave of bathwater pouring out over the lip of the tub. Some of it spilled into his mouth and he sputtered, the rigorous pounding of that punishing cock never faltering even as he gasped for air.
There was no chance he wasn’t bleeding. Cal could feel the pain below, already knew tomorrow was going to be a bitch having to move around at work. He shouldn’t have pressed his luck, should have known better than to so openly challenge Titus Mercer.
He’d only just found even footing with his First, yet he’d foolishly toed the line.
On purpose.
If not for the tears and the pain, he would have laughed at his own audacity. He really was a sucker for punishment, an adrenaline junky hoe.
A monster.
Because even as he cried, his hole clenched around that invading girth, clinging to Mercy’s cock, desperately trying to keep it close despite the suffering his body was enduring because of its brutal intrusion.
“You’re enjoying his too much,” Mercy’s dark voice trickled through Cal’s sobs, the words forming a second too late. “Should I strip away your arousal? Make you experience true fear?”
Hold on…
“No!” Calix tried to look over his shoulder, but Mercy shoved him back into place with ease. “Wait, please, not that!”
“That would be a true punishment, would it not?”
Of course it would, but that was the opposite of what Calix really wanted. He hadn’t done all of this for Mercy to use his Connect abilities to twist his urges. He could affect pheromones, force Cal to no longer feel lust and instead be afraid.
Without the lust there to blanket it, without that adrenaline high, the pain would be all that was left.
Calix was a fan of pain, sure, but that was because of those other components. Without them…He whimpered.
Things were not going to plan.
Where had he messed up?
He’d figure that part out later. For now, damage control, and quick.
“If you go through with that, I’ll never forgive you!” Calix exclaimed.
“Threats?” if anything, he sounded even more upset.
Right. Threatening the guy was stupid.
“Mercy,” he switched tactics, making his tone pleading. “It didn’t mean anything, I swear. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Just, please, don’t—”
“Do you really think you’re not deserving of my wrath, little monster?” He clicked his tongue chidingly. “The bathwater has turned pink, the problem is, if you saw it, you’d only get more turned on, wouldn’t you?”
“It’s your favorite color.” Wow. That was the best he could do? Really? Calix bit the inside of his cheek and tried again. “You’re the only one who can reduce me to this. The only one I want bleeding and fucking me through the torment. I’ve...I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. Definitely not Nero, of all people.”
That was beyond the truth. Calix had never been a brat on purpose with anyone else. Had never chosen to instigate someone. He’d been so curious though, watching the way Mercy played with Aodhan. Watching him chip at the doctor’s pride. It should have been impossible for anyone to tame someone like Aodhan Solace, and yet Mercy did it flawlessly. Consistently.
Since he’d been able to capture someone like that, it was no wonder he’d been so confident in his conquering of Calix.
“You were doing so well, little monster,” Mercy growled. “So well. Until you weren’t.”
What?
