Page 124 of Immersed
His fingers tightened, not enough to cut off air but enough to remind Levi of who he really was. A flash of the forest killer returned, the predator who had stalked and strangled him in that first, terrible loop.
“I’ve been so patient,” Asher hissed, his free hand continuing its assault on Levi’s clothing. “I’ve been so good to you.”
There was something childlike in his reasoning, as if patience always deserved a reward and his restraint entitled him to eventual satisfaction.
“If I make you feel good enough, you’ll choose to stay with me,” he continued, voice breaking. There were actual tears in his eyes, a display of emotion so unexpected that it momentarily stunned Levi into stillness. “I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
The genuine fear in Asher’s voice pierced through Levi’s panic. There was real terror there, not of the building, not of death, but of separation. Of abandonment.
It was a weakness. One Levi could exploit.
“If you force me now, I’ll hate you forever,” he said, keeping his voice steady despite the hand at his throat. “Is that what you want? For me to hate you?”
Asher’s grip loosened, uncertainty flashing across his face.
“I’ll let you teach me everything,” Levi continued, seizing the momentary advantage. “Willingly. But it has to be my choice.”
The conflict in Asher’s expression was painful to watch—desperate need warring with the desire for Levi’s willing participation.
“When?” he demanded, suspicion edging into his voice. “Or will it just be more delays? More excuses?”
“After the third key,” Levi promised, the words bitter on his tongue. “No more delays. No more excuses. After the third key, I’m yours. Completely. I promise.”
Asher studied him, searching for any sign of deception. “Prove it,” he said finally. “Prove you mean it. Now.”
Before Levi could even form the words to ask what he meant, Asher was already moving. He pulled Levi away from the table and shifted his position until he was seated on the edge of it while he used his free hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans. The sound of the zipper echoed in the tense silence, sharp and final, exposing the hard length of him, throbbing with anticipation.
“Show me how willing you’ll be. Get on your knees.”
It was a test of Levi’s sincerity, of his submission, of the fragile bargain he’d just proposed. Refuse, and Asher would revert to his original plan: taking everything by force, ripping Levi apart piece by piece. Comply, and maybe—just maybe—buy enough time to survive, to reach that elusive third key, to claw his way out of this waking nightmare without having had everything taken from him.
The choice was no choice at all.
Levi bit the inside of his lip as his knees hit the cold, gritty floor with a dull thud that reverberated through his bones. The position was one of utter supplication, of surrender, forcing him to crane hisneck upward to meet Asher’s gaze. Asher’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
“Good boy,” Asher said, his voice like velvet as one hand came to rest on the back of Levi’s neck. His thumb traced lazy, teasing circles at Levi’s hairline, the touch gentle against the heat of his skin. “Just like that. You look so beautiful on your knees for me, you know that, right?”
Levi stared at what was before him, inches from his face—the thick, veined shaft pulsing with heat, the musky scent of arousal filling his nostrils, making his stomach twist with a mix of dread and reluctant arousal. Hesitation locked every muscle in his body, his shoulders tense.
His inexperience must have been glaringly obvious, written in the flush creeping up his neck and the way his hands trembled at his sides, because Asher’s expression softened into something almost tender, predatory delight flickering in his eyes.
“I know you’re a virgin, but have you never sucked cock before?” Asher asked, his fingers sliding into Levi’s hair, tangling in the strands with a firm tug that made Levi’s scalp prickle with electric sensation. “Answer me.”
Levi swallowed hard, the dry click of his throat audible in the heavy air, heat rushing to his face like a brand. “No,” he admitted, his voice cracking with raw vulnerability, and hating how small it made him sound.
“I’ll teach you, then,” he said, genuine delight threading through his words—not mockery, but the twisted pleasure of being the first, of claiming this untouched piece of Levi like a conqueror. “Open your mouth wide for me. Stick out your tongue.”
Levi complied, parting his lips, the cool air hitting his tongue as he extended it hesitantly. Asher guided him forward until Levi’s tonguemade contact with the underside of his cock, his fingers twisting in Levi’s hair just enough to sting, to remind him who was in control.
This is so humiliating.Heat crept up Levi’s neck, spreading across his cheeks like wildfire, his skin burning under Asher’s scrutiny. He closed his eyes, waiting for further instructions with the heavy weight of Asher on his tongue.
“Look up at me,” Asher commanded, his voice a whip-crack of authority. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck me off.” Levi hesitated, frozen by the intensity, and Asher’s grip tightened painfully, yanking his head back. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Levi. I don’t like having to do that.”
Levi raised his eyes, locking onto Asher’s gaze, blazing with a hunger so fierce it stole his breath.
“Perfect,” Asher breathed, his free hand cupping Levi’s jaw, thumb pressing against his lower lip to force it wider. “Now let me in. Slowly.”
Levi’s jaw already ached, a salty, bitter taste flooding his mouth as he obeyed, his lips sealing around the heat of Asher’s cock. He couldn’t figure out how to breathe right as Asher moved his head up and down, his eyes watering involuntarily as tears blurred his vision, adding to the humiliation pooling hot in his gut.
