Page 3 of Iblis' Affliction
Instantly dropping his hands, Slater welcomed the direct skin to sole contact. His lungs burned from oxygen deprivation, forcing his nails to scratch a long trail under his t-shirt to alleviate the pressure in his chest and gain more pain. Up and down, the rough underside of the shoe rubbed his cock, the cruel heel meeting his balls with every thrust.
“You’re such a horny dog, aren’t you?” Talha observed.
Slater whimpered and closed his eyes, concentrating on the burning sensation growing in his lower belly. His thighs shook following the jerky rhythm of Talha’s foot as the cleansing pain burned every thought out of his head, leaving only lust behind.
“What should I do with you?”
Holding his breath, Slater listened to the voice of his master. The voice that had guided him through so much pain and pleasure; the voice that knew what he needed better than anyone else.More. Rougher. Harder.This wasn’t enough; chasing his pleasure, he thrust his hips forward, imprinting himself into Talha’s shoe. A shudder ran through his body, and a weak, shaky plea escaped his lips, “More, Master.”
“So demanding…” Talha rustled. At that moment, Slater was ready to do everything for him, if only his master kept pressing, kept rubbing his dick with his foot. His nails dug deeper into his chest as he threw his head back. He growled as the pressure accumulated in his groin and discharged in a vigorous impulse of energy that seized every muscle in his body with a painful spasm.
“So fast…” Mockery in Talha’s voice slapped his cheeks with the searing heat of humiliation. “On your knees.”
Face red, Zaal growled and stormed out of the private cabin. For a split second, Slater detested him even more, but Talha’s gaze, brimming with raw hunger, evaporated every thought out of his head.
Unable to resist the temptation, Slater dropped to his knees on the soft flooring, ogling Master’s groin. The fabric, stretching over, outlined Talha’s thick, long cock that begged to be licked.Looks painful…Willing to relieve the pressure with his mouth, Slater crawled closer, put his palm on Talha’s knee, but the calm voice froze his motor functions with a single ‘no’.
Slater peered up, confused. Waiting for the order, he held his breath.
With a quick movement of his chin, Talha pointed to his shoe. “You made it dirty. Clean it.”
Slater gasped and dropped down, digging his nails into the soft pile of the carpet. Heart drumming in his ears, he whispered, “Yes, Master.”
SO TROUBLESOME…TALHA THOUGHT,watching Slater’s tongue work. With every passing day, Slater became needier, more demanding. Controlling his demons had been exhausting. It often required a lot of Talha’s time and energy. If he hadn’t been locking Slater in the basement, his business would have been fucked long ago.
Slater’s lean body, dressed in blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt, moved with every lick. A warm nose brushed against his ankle, and Talha closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to fist Slater’s black hair and guide his head toward his groin. Only the thought that it would be exactly what Slater wanted—to control him, to set his own rules—stopped him.
So troublesome…He peered down. The lazy licks of Slater’s tongue erased the last drops of cum as he shot up a look full of expectation.
“You are in pain, Master.” Slater didn’t ask, but stated in a liquid, variable voice; the intonation flowed from high to low and back with every syllable. Getting up from all fours to his knees, he slid his hot hands up Talha’s thighs. “I’ll help.”
Captivated by the fluid movements of his body, Talha thought that he would never get used to the instant changes in Slater’s behavior. One second—forceful and aggressive—Slater challenged his authority; the next—soft, compliant, obedient—obeying his every order like a loyal dog.
The warm tongue licked a trail up Talha’s pants, causing all his being to scream ‘yes’, but his lips released a cold, measured, “No.”
Disappointment clouded Slater’s eyes, but he didn’t retreat. The heat of his breath oozed through the fabric, reaching Talha’s cock, as the rebellious mouth moved up to the zipper.
“I said enough, Mutt!” Talha stood up, shoving Slater aside with his knee.
Unable to retain his balance, the younger man whacked against the opposite seat. A predatory grin bared his teeth, bringing forward a blood-thirsty sneer. Talha ignored it. Trying to calm down, he strolled out of the private cabin toward the tail of the plane, then entered the bathroom. His palm slapped the mirror as he bent over the sink and splashed cold water on his face. The drops heating on his skin failed to quench the all-consuming thirst for carnal pleasure that Slater ignited within him.
I should have beaten the crap out of him sooner. Fucking Mutt, I wonder when he will stop challenging me, if ever...
The soft click of the door opening kicked Talha out of his thoughts. Instinctively, he faced the noise. His eyes locked with the wicked smile stretching Slater’s full lips. Pressing an index finger to his mouth, his reaper shushed, “Shhh…”
The lock clicked closed behind his back, and Talha clenched his teeth.
“Slater,” pressing an order into his tone, he demanded obedience. Usually, the sound of his name settled Slater for a moment, switched on his brain, but this time it did the opposite.
“Master?” The ripper’s intonation jumped from low to high, informing Talha that this wasn’t enough to keep Slater under control anymore. Not today. “Slater has been good. Slater waited as Master asked. Slater did nothing to disappoint Master. Why Master refuses Slater? Doesn’t Slater deserve to be praised? Or, maybe, Master doesn’t want Slater anymore?”
Fuck…Dangerous notes seeped into Slater’s voice, as he stepped forward, imprinting himself into Talha’s body. The heat of his chest burned through two layers of clothes, inflaming Talha’s skin, and with the heat came the clean, familiar scent. Cloves and wood, with a sweet, flowery touch that smelled weirdly fascinating on a murderer’s body. Filling his lungs with Slater’s scent, Talha gave in.
“You are such a disobedient dog…” he sighed. Fingers clasping Slater’s elbow, he shoved the man toward the white marble sink. Palms slapping against a wide mirror above, the ripper grinned, establishing eye contact through the reflection. “Drop it.”
“Yes, Master...” Impatient fingers yanked the belt off and tossed it on the floor before Slater pushed his pants down.
Leaning against the opposite wall, Talha let his eyes wander. The intense moment passed; now he needed Slater to get the edge off, and everything would be under his control again.
