Page 10 of Iblis' Affliction
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Talha murmured and licked his finger. Pressing his left palm to the mattress by Slater’s chest, he stretched out his other hand and brushed his finger over the tip of the drenched cock. The blade of his nail dug into the slit.
Slater shook his head, moaning and growling. His hips jolted, shuffled away in a weak attempt to escape the touch, and a half-cry broke free from his throat.
“Wanna cum?”
“Ungh…” A frantic headshake awakened a cruel desire in Talha to push the ripper further.
“I can’t understand you.” Leaning closer, Talha hovered over Slater’s cock, then blew a drop of precum off the tip. Shimmering, it dripped down, merging with the sticky mess pooling on the bedsheet.
Needy panting was music to Talha’s ears. Wanting to hear more, he pressed his fingers to the thick blue vein in the ripper’s groin and trailed upwards. Circling the navel, he outlined the rigid relief of his upper belly and chest, until he reached the reddened skin of Slater’s neck. A thumb, brushing against the silicone ball gag, wiped dripping saliva off the corner of Slater’s mouth. Catching the buckle, he removed the gag.
“No. No. No.” Again and again, Slater’s mouth repeated the word, as if saying it helped him to subdue his urges. Whipping his head from side to side, he gasped for air. Sweat, beading on his skin, painted the linens a darker gray. “Slater can do this. Slater will prove…”
“Are you sure? You look like you’re in pain.” Propping himself on an elbow, Talha pressed his palm to Slater’s chest, feeling for the chaotic drumming of his heart.
The raw smell of arousal and sweat screwed with Talha’s head. Messed up, flustered, on the edge of insanity, Slater was weak, powerless, and alluring. Gaze fixated on the parted lips, Talha brushed long fingers over his own mouth, reanimating the memory of the kiss. He already missed the taste of Slater’s lips and their softness. Shaking his head, he reached behind Slater’s head and unfastened the blindfold before he made even more mistakes tonight. “Better?”
Red, swollen eyes squinted under the soft light, scrutinizing him with an obscure, destitute look. Unable to resist the urge, Talha brushed the back of his index finger against a feverish eyelid; it trembled under his touch.
“No…” Dodging the contact, Slater whipped his head to the side, wiping his face against the pillow. “Slater can take everything. Slater is strong. Slater can do this,” he spat out fast words, clenching his teeth. “Master can’t win. Slater will stay… There is no escape, Master.”
Arrogant. Daring. Bold. Slater was everything Talha didn’t want him to be.
“Is that so?” Slater’s sobering words brought cruel notes to Talha’s tone. “Then, maybe I shouldn't hold back.”
An acute need to teach the reaper a lesson clogged his veins. Slater had to understand, had to learn to submit. Pushing the reaper to his back, Talha got to his knees and blew a long path from Slater’s neck down to his groin. The defiant look disappeared as Slater threw his head to the side and squeezed his eyes.
“No, no, no…” A half-groan, half-cry, tore out from Slater’s throat as he thrashed with his whole body. “Master is so cruel...”
“Am I? Are you complaining?” Talha smirked, but his mood changed, and he added in a serious voice, “Do you want me to be kind and gentle with you? Do you want me to make you cum?”
Teeth clashing in the air, Slater growled, rolling his head until his searing glare met Talha’s eyes. “No. Master can’t…”
Talha sighed.
“Slater, you have to understand that Master can do anything he wants.” Ignoring his own arousal, Talha licked his lips and clasped his mouth around the glistening pink head of Slater’s cock. Soft, slick, hot, it felt good on his tongue. Talha almost moaned as he squeezed it.
“No-o,” Slater cried out. His mouth froze open in a painful grimace, and his head snapped forward. A violent jolt shot through his body, tensing every muscle. Hot, salty-bitterness gushed out of his cock into Talha’s mouth.
“Oops,” Talha grinned. Swallowing, he gave Slater’s cock a few long licks, before pulling back. “My bad.”
Red spots dotted Slater’s shoulders and stomach, his pale eyes fixed on some invisible point.Disbelief twisted his features. His brows knitted together, as he shook his head and grounded out a single, “No.”
Talha froze, drinking in Slater’s emotions. This was the first time he’d seen Slater show an expression except contempt covered with a wicked smile, raw hunger, or mocking curiosity. Incapable of deep emotions, Slater was an uncontrollable knot of desires, stripped of guilt, remorse, and empathy. He took and took, never giving anything back.
Then why?
Wanting to see more, Talha said, “You came, Slater. What will you do now?”
In slow motion, Slater linked his watery eyes with Talha’s. His lips parted, trembled, and liquid words slithered out. “Master is cruel.”
His glare hardened, glinted with boiling frenzy. Slater jerked, trying to break the restraints. He rolled to his side, panting and growling, then jerked again. A strained voice full of hurt and disdain chilled the air as he spoke, “It means nothing. Even if Master doesn’t want Slater anymore, Slater won’t leave. There’s no escape, Master.”
A myriad of contradictory emotions prickled in Talha’s chest. Rolling to his throat, they closed his air passage, making it hard to breathe. Watching Slater’s face contort in desperation, he thought that if he pushed a little more, Slater would definitely cry. The darkest part of his soul burned with a need to see Slater’s face drenched with tears. However, instead of correcting Slater’s behavior, he whispered, “I don't want to escape.”
Slater squinted, calming down. Using the moment, Talha trapped his elbow, tugging the younger man into his arms. “Come, let me take you.”
LYING ON HIS BACKon the cold, moist sheets, Talha lazily stroked Slater’s flank with his fingertips. His chest still hurt from the blinding orgasm as he stared up at a ceiling drowning in darkness.
