Page 19 of Slay Tricksters and Silent Skeletons
“Are you,kon-dii?” I rasped, brushing my nose with his as I softened my grip. He swallowed thickly beneath my palm, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Your apology, whether you mean it or not, doesn’t stop what’s about to happen. Because the thought of you abandoning me makes me feel like I’m coming unglued. And that’s not going unpunished.”
He sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of a punishment, and I had to bite back a grin.Christ, he was perfect for me. So damn perfect.
“I would never abandon you, Niran.” Releasing my wrist, he reached up to cup my face, and our eyes met. “Ineedyou to understand that and always remember it. I’ve wanted you since the moment Rico dropped me into your lap as a littlepet project.” I snorted at his description of himself. He’d been anything but. Rico had seen something in him and wanted to give him a chance, but I didn’t correct him. He was so much more than just a little pet. “I willneverlet you go, no matter what I may say when I’m angry and hurt and confused.”
“Still doesn’t change the fact that you said it.”
He shook his head. “You’re right. It doesn’t,” he agreed. He dropped his hand and relaxed his shoulders, tipping his chin up just the slightest bit. “I’ll take whatever punishment you doll out.”
I groaned and leaned in, kissing him again, though this kiss was a bit softer. Not as harsh and brutal. “Good boy,” I murmured against his addictive lips, and he moaned, his body swaying into mine. I released his throat and stepped back, nodding toward my desk. “Lay out on top of it so you’re comfortable.” Punishment or not, I wouldn’t risk him hurting himself more. He was still at a vital stage of his recovery, and while I was a jackass, I wasn’t to him. “I’ll do the rest.”
“Seems like I shouldn’t be comfortable for a punishment,” he mused as he walked to my desk. He arched a brow at me as he eased onto the wooden piece of furniture, crinkling my paperwork. But I didn’t care. I’d just reprint it all. Might keep the ruined ones though in a box somewhere for memory’s sake though.
“I won’t injure you further,” I told him. He laid back on the desk, and I strode over. Gripping his sneakers, I pulled them off, then tugged his socks off next, tossing them to the floor. His breathing quickened just the slightest bit when I slid my hands over his sweatpants covered legs to the band. “Besides, thispunishment will be good for both of us… though I’m not sure how your ass is going to feel afterward.”
He groaned long and low as I began pulling his sweats down and off before dropping to the floor. He was only in a pair of black, silky boxer briefs, and I smirked, fingering the band of those. “You think I don’t recognize this brand,kon-dii?”
His brown skin flushed. “They’re comfy,” he rasped.
“Mhm. And you think I don’t know how you found out about them?” Bracing a hand beside his head, I wedged my body between his thighs and leaned over him. “I knoweverything, Perez.” He shivered and licked his lips, his eyes turning to molten chocolate at the use of his last name. “I know of every time you snuck into my room and snooped around. I know of every purchase you’ve made, too.”
His cheeks turned an even shade darker than his normally light-brown complexion, and it was beautiful. “So you know…” His voice trailed off.
I nodded, a feral grin splitting my lips. He shivered. “I know about the toys,kon-dii. Which means I know you’re going to take my cock so fucking well.”
He moaned again, and his eyes fluttered closed. I hooked my fingers into the band of his boxers and pulled them down, a low growl sounding from my chest at the sight of his hard, leaking cock.
I was about to fuckingownhim.
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Niran wasn’t teasing me, and he wasn’t taking his time. I never thought he’d be the kind of man to do so. He worked quickly and diligently, stripping me of my clothes until I was lying bare atop his desk, all the paperwork he had piled on top crinkling beneath my muscular body.
My stomach muscles quivered as Niran took a moment to lightly trace the bruises covering my abdomen, his eyes darkening with rage. “When we’re done here,” he growled, his voice low and threaded with so much danger, alarms rang in my head, even if that danger didn’t pertain to me, “we’re paying them a little visit.”
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” I asked, my breathing quickening as he slid his fingertips down my abdomen until he was brushing the tip of my leaking cock. I whimpered, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it. I was so fucking needy for him, even if he was probably going to make this hurt. “Nothing quite like torturingsomeone on—” I moaned when his fist circled my cock— “Halloween.”
“I do love Halloween,” Niran mused before releasing my cock. I whined, my fingers curling into fists. But then, Niran was gripping my thighs and tugging me to the edge of his desk. Papers fluttered off the edges, but neither of us paid them any mind. Once my ass was balanced on the edge and he had me right where he wanted me, his spit on his fingers and probed at my entrance.
“Niran—oh, fuck,” I groaned, the sound throaty and raw. He wasted no time in spearing those two fingers inside of me. The stretchburned, and I was definitely too dry, but Niran wasinsideof me. I didn’t give a fuck that it was just his fingers. I just wantedhimin any way he could give himself to me.
He pulled his fingers out, then spit on them again before sliding them back inside of me. The glide was a little easier that time, and I relaxed a little?—
Until he rubbed those two fingers over my prostate.
I moaned like a whore, my back arching right before I hissed a breath through my teeth, pain pulsing through my muscles. Niran growled at me in warning. “Lay flat and don’t fucking move,kon-dii. I won’t be happy if you hurt yourself more.”
“You’re—” I moaned again, my head spinning. He was rubbing relentlessly over that sweet spot inside of me, and if he didn’t stop, I was going to come completely untouched. “You’re killing me.”
““Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he growled, abruptly pulling his fingers out of me. I snapped my eyes open, my chest heaving. That empty in my ass feeling left meholloweverywhere. Myshoulder was throbbing, but I didn’t pay it any mind. Not when my cock was leaking like a fountain and was so hard, it had its own damn heartbeat.
“Niran…” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Your punishment,kon-dii, remember?” he taunted. “You’rethe one who said you’d take whatever punishment I decided to give you, correct?”
Past me needed to eat shit becausewhat the fuck. I’d thought I might take a good fucking pounding that would make it uncomfortable to sit for a few days, but nope. Niran was pure fucking evil. He was going to toy with me and withhold my orgasm untilhesaid he was ready for me to come.
