Page 7 of Iblis' Affliction
“No. Master can’t…” The bloody, wicked smile of doubt lit up the beaten face as the ripper propped himself on an elbow, washing Talha with a bold, challenging look.
“I can,” Talha deadpanned. “If you don’t follow my orders, you have no right to call me Master. If you want to stay, you have to do exactly what I say.” Pausing, he let the ripper process the information.
Knuckles blanched white where Slater dug his fingers into the thick carpet. A blue vein swelled on his temple, and forced, venomous words left his mouth. “Slater always does what Master wants…”
“No,” Talha corrected. “Slater always does what Slater wants. You failed me. You disobeyed. Name one reason why I should keep you?”
A murderous glare flashed up, alerting Talha but the ripper lowered it the next instant. “Slater will do everything for Master.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Slater will stay.”
“Fine.” In a heartbeat, Talha materialized by the ripper’s side. Grabbing Slater’s chin he forced it up. A thumb, brushing over the plump mouth, stretched the bottom lip down, revealing the perfect row of white teeth. “Lick me clean.”
Seconds ticked, morphing Slater’s face into a battlefield of emotions. His nostrils flared, jaw bulged, lips quivered, but he still stretched them in a deadly smile.
“As you wish, Master…” The snake-like hissing emerged from Slater’s throat as he leaned forward, picking up the zipper of Talha’s pants with his teeth, then tugged it down. His fingers found the belt, yanked it out of the loops, then cast it aside. Never tearing his glare from his master’s face, Slater peeled Talha’s pants down along with the underwear.
Warm breath hitched against Talha’s soft flesh, refueling his lost arousal. His cock twitched, as a hesitant tongue brushed against his length as if Slater expected to taste a woman on him. This forced obedience, mixed with the indignation glowing in Slater’s eyes, triggered something raw and brutal in Talha. The heat, spreading from his stomach, reached his head, drowning everything in an impenetrable red fog of pure lust. His mouth parched. Needy fingers, looking for distraction, entwined in Slater’s hair; his other hand seized his twitching length and squeezed the first clear drop out.
Bringing Slater’s face closer, Talha smeared the precum over his lips. Slater shuddered, pulled back, and his spine, as if breaking, snapped forward. His face softened and pink touched his cheeks, spreading down to his neck. He swallowed and looked up with a completely different gaze. The hatred vanished, leaving behind a burning, zealous demand.
That’s it,Talha thought.Submit to me, and I’ll make you feel good.
With a flick of his wrist, Talha slapped the plump lips with his length, again and again. Pupils blown out, Slater caught a shimmering thread of precum stretching down Talha’s cock with the tip of his tongue.
So fucking perfect…Talha thought as Slater sank into submission. Lean, sinewy frame, long arms, and muscular shoulders, yet sensual eyes, sinful lips, and olive skin flushed with the glowing color of lust. Corrupt, immoral, and lewd, he was pristine in his depravity. The thought that someone so strong, impulsive, and deadly submitted to his will, unleashed the darkest desires in Talha’s chest, making him want to push the boundaries and learn the limits of Slater’s obedience.
“Lick…” he ordered and tensed as the blissful hotness of the mouth enveloped his cock. Pushing a breath out, Talha relaxed. Slater was rarely aggressive when aroused, and it didn’t look like he would strike anytime soon.
The curled up tongue lapped over the bottom side of Talha’s cock and trailed a swollen blue vein. The ripper shuffled closer. A cold ear pressed to Talha’s hip and a warm nose brushed against his sack before Slater nuzzled his groin. Talha gasped as strong teeth seized the stretchy skin of his balls, pulled it, then sucked on it.
Talha itched to reach out and wipe the bloody saliva off the corner of Slater’s mouth but refrained. Slater didn’t need care and affection. He needed a firm, brutal hand to guide him through pain and life.
A tepid tongue, painting a wet trail up his length, brought Talha’s attention to the sinful mouth that stretched in a wicked smile. In the next instance, the tight ring of Slater’s lips fastened around the barely visible circumcision scar, and a painful suction made Talha grind his teeth.
Not willing to play yet another one of Slater’s games, he raised his palm to hit him, but the cruel mouth had already released its deadly grip and was now soothing the pain with long, soft kisses. Slowly, gently, then hard and passionate, lick by lick Slater’s galvanizing caresses electrified Talha’s body, until every nerve buzzed and trembled with electricity seeking discharge. Unable to control his urges, Talha fastened both hands on the back of Slater’s head and thrust himself deeper into the twitching throat.
Slater’s shoulders heaved as he gulped saliva down with his eyes squeezed shut. Short, fast spasms jolted through his frame, threatening to turn into vomiting, but instead of pulling back, he pressed forward, welcoming Talha’s orgasm with a few swallows.
The room blurred before Talha’s eyes. The surroundings shattered, swayed, and he gripped Slater’s shoulder to maintain his balance. Holding himself in the heat of Slater’s mouth for another moment, he withdrew. His heart leaped into his throat.
Slater’s almost black lips parted, glistening with saliva and cum, that trickled down his chin. Long, clumped lashes trembled, and every time he blinked, clear drops escaped his eyes and painted lines down unshaven cheeks.
Examining the face, colored with fists and arousal, Talha wondered how he tasted without being poisoned with the acrid smoke of weed or force-fed wine.
“Swallow,” he ordered, and Slater instantly obliged.
Unable to resist a pull as strong as gravity, Talha leaned forward, wiped the excessive moisture off Slater’s bristled chin with the back of his hand, before crashing their mouths together. His palm outlined Slater’s face, then clasped the back of his head. His demanding tongue slipped into the mouth, tasted the pungent mix of cum and blood.
Blue eyes shot open, and Talha squeezed his own, wondering if he’d just signed his death warrant. To his surprise, Slater didn’t pull away but leaned in, allowing the kiss to deepen. Not wanting to think, Talha let himself drown in the sweetness of Slater’s mouth. Savoring the rare moment, he enjoyed the slow, lazy responses of Slater’s tongue and shaky, uncertain breathing reverberating against his own throat.
Head swirling with oxygen deprivation, Talha drew back, then froze watching the metamorphosis on Slater’s face. The haze of arousal evaporated from the icy-blue eyes, substituted by a devilish glow.
Fuck…
“What was that, Master?” The inquisitive note in Slater’s jittery voice kicked Talha out of his heightened state, and before his reaper said something else, something unforgivable, Talha back-handed him, sending him back to the floor.
