Page 32 of The Devil's Bargain
What mistake had he made?
“Scream for me.” Mercy pounded into him, bruising his hips against the porcelain edge of the tub from the force of his thrusts. He chuckled when Cal whined, leaning down to nip at the curve of his ear, hard enough to draw blood. “If you’re going to act like a bitch in heat around someone else, this is what you get, little monster.”
Calix vehemently shook his head, even knowing it was a lost cause. “I didn’t.”
“No?”
“No!” A sob escaped him, and he struggled to breathe through the searing pain and sharp pleasure as his ass was battered. “It was just drinks!”
“With another man,” he growled. “A man from your past. A man you have history with.”
“Bad history!”
“Semantics.”
“Titus,” he gasped. “Mercy, please!”
“Save your begging. Aodhan is on his way.”
What?! He was meant to be working past midnight tonight, something about prepping for surgery in the morning.
Calix tensed up. “No.”
“No?” he growled. “Why does that sound like you wrongly believe you should be more afraid of him than you are of me?”
Mercy had it all wrong.
Cal wasn’t more afraid of one over the other.
It was the fact that there would soon be two of them tormenting him in tandem that had his hole clenching and his chest seizing in trepidation.
“Mercy.” He hung his head in submission, hoping that by giving in, he’d appease some of his First’s darker nature. More than half the water had spilled out over the bathroom floor, the rest of it having turned tepid.
How long had they been in here? Like this?
His knees ached, and he felt so blown open, he didn’t think he’d be able to walk on his own two feet if asked. He needed to find a reprieve before Aodhan arrived and started his bout of punishment.
“I won’t do it again!” Calix promised, biting on his bottom lip when Mercy finally stilled, his cock buried all the way to the hilt.
“Won’t do what?” He draped himself over Cal’s back, reached out to capture his jaw, and forced his head to the side so their eyes could meet. There was an almost maniacal glint in Mercy’s green gaze that caused a shiver of fear to race down Calix’s spine in the most twisted, delicious way. “Won’t do what, little monster?”
“I won’t be alone with him again,” he scrambled to say, continuing when that didn’t appear to be enough to satisfy the man clinging to his battered flesh. “I won’t meet with him at all if you don’t want me to. I only went because it felt weird not to.”
“Oh?” Mercy’s gaze sharpened.
What? What had he said this time?!
“So close again.” His First sighed. “Are you disappointing me like this on purpose?”
“No. No, I—” Calix cursed as he was suddenly lifted, Mercy’s cock remaining lodged inside of him even as the director stood and stepped out of the tub. Before any type of relief could set in, however, Cal found himself turned to face the water, and only had just enough time to process that it was a pretty shade of pink, just as Mercy had said, before he was being let go.
Mercy shifted his hold to Calix’s thighs, dropping the rest of him down.
Calix gasped, catching himself on the opposite lip of the tub just in time to avoid whacking his skull on the porcelain, but then he slipped, and his face submerged. His ass was lifted even higher, Mercy still pounding away, as though he weren’t also at risk of drowning Cal in the process.
In dirty bath water.
He struggled but to no avail, and just as his lungs felt like they were about to burst, Mercy wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him up, only allowing his face to hover a mere inch or so above water.
