Page 42 of Inevitable Destruction

“You’ll do anything, and I do mean anything, for these pills I have in my pocket right now.” With those final words like a shout into the void between us, I dip my hand into my pocket and pull out the baggie of white pills. I decided to step it up a notch from his usual Oxys and get quite a few Dilaudids on top of the ones I took from him back when I arrested him.

I bring the baggie between our bodies and hold it up in his line of sight. With my eyes locked on his, I watch as his eyes fall to the baggie and remain locked on it. His deeply protruding Adam’s apple bobs with a deep swallow.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” I taunt, wanting—no, needing—to get a reaction out of him.

The black haired scruff lining his neck shifts with another swallow before he rips his gaze away from the pills, back to my face. My own breathing is stable, controlled, but his is going haywire—chest heaving, hands shaking terribly. He takes a step away, only for the backs of his legs to hit the edge of the mattress, and he falls, his limbs flailing with the surprise.

I let out a bark of a laugh as I watch him fall apart at the seams. I can fucking taste his desperation. And the way he looked at these pills, the way his tongue darted out and wet his lips, as if he was imagining their bitter, chalky taste on his tongue?

Goddamn, he made this too fucking easy for me. Little does he know.

“Fuck you, man,” he mumbles, his body sinking into the mattress. He just lies there, like he has no energy to move. I was hoping for a little more of a fight, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“You want these?” I hold them up until they’re in his line of sight. Of course, his eyes fall to them immediately. “They’re Dilaudids. The very fucking ones you had when I arrested you, and from the state of your inebriation, I’m guessing you enjoyed them. Maybe a little too much.”

“And what’s it to you?” he bites out. He tries to sound unaffected, but he’s practically foaming at the mouth like a dog with a bone.

Let’s see if he goes in the direction I tug his strings.

“Do. You. Want. Them?” Each word is spoken with a step until my knees hit the bed, and I’m crawling over him. His lean, muscular body twitches underneath me as I make my way up until we’re face to face once more. His eyes are comically wide, darting in every which direction—from my body, to my arms, and back to my face.

His body is surprisingly cool against mine, and I lower my hips until my cock brushes his. A jolt of sickening heat warms me with the weight of his flaccid dick rubbing against mine.

Dominik gasps and tries to scramble away, his heels digging into the soft bed. He jolts upwards, but I follow and pin him to the mattress with my hand on his throat. I squeeze his soft flesh until his face flushes bright red, and his limbs start to flail. I release some pressure and allow him to suck in a breath or two before I restrict his airways again.

“There’s no need to freak out, Dominik. You and I both know you do. It’s all about what you’re willing to do to get them. From the way I see it, you have one of two options.” I brush my lips against his right ear. “You can say no, but then you won’t ever take another drug again. You’ll be blaringly and painfully sober for the rest of your long, miserable fucking life. Or…” I lean back and move to his left ear, making sure to brush my lips along his as I pass them by. “You can get on your fucking knees and suck my dick for them. And then continue to do so whenever you want your next hit.” I flick my tongue out and swipe it along the outer shell of his ear before pulling away, putting a foot of distance between our faces.

He balks, eyes wide and almost unseeing. His mouth is agape, his bright-green tongue ring visible—like an invitation. I open my mouth on instinct and let a wad of spit fall from my lips. I watch as it drips in a long string from my mouth and lands right on his tongue. He swallows, on instinct perhaps, but swallows, nonetheless.

I groan deeply, wishing it was my cum he was swallowing. He looks lost and petrified as I sit on my heels to yank him up by the collar of his shirt. Picking up the baggie that fell to the pillow beside his head, I dangle it in front of his eyes.

“Make a choice, Dominik. You have ten seconds.” I stand, and with every second that passes, I count inside of my head, taking one step closer to the door. And with every step, I scream at him inside of my head to fucking say something. Because if he doesn’t, I’ll have to find another way…

A small thud pulls me from my slow-descending madness, and I spin on my heels, coming face to face with Dominik fucking Reed, on his knees in front of me.

For approximately two seconds, or even two minutes, I stare at the sight bestowed on me. Dominik Reed, the ultimate beauty, and the bane of my existence. On his knees. For me.

Well, not for me, but for these pills. But that’s okay, he doesn’t need to know the real reason his knees are digging into the carpet of this small, frat house bedroom. In fact, the less he knows, the better.

All until I decide I want him to know why, but hopefully, that won’t be for a while.

Snapping myself out of it, I place the baggie between my teeth and undo the button on my jeans. It’s so quiet in here, I swear I can hear his heart racing in his chest if the rapid pulse bulging from his neck is any indication.

His eyes drop to my crotch before coming back to the baggie in my mouth, and I smile around the plastic, taunting him. His throat bobs with a swallow before his hands raise to the waistband of my jeans. His trembling fingers finally grip my zipper, and he tugs it down, slowly, every click of the zipper through the metal teeth reverberating through the room.

When it’s all the way down, my jeans slip down my hips, revealing the black outline of my briefs. Dominik freezes with his fingers still in a death grip on the zipper. I sigh. “Pull them down, baby.”

The nickname I said to be demeaning has its desired effect, and he snaps out of his trance, yanking his hands away from me. “Fuck you, you fucking—”

“You want these, yeah? Then suck it.” I dangle the baggie in front of his face like a dog with a treat. He snaps his hand up to grab it, but I yank it away just as fast.

“Uh uh.” I patronize him. “You get them after you’ve swallowed every last drop. Get to work, pretty boy.”

My heart stutters in my chest when, after he takes a deep, shuddering breath, he grabs the waistband of my jeans on each side of my hips and tugs downward, pulling both my pants and underwear down simultaneously.

My cock springs free of its confines and bobs in the heated air between us. My tip is swollen, and my length is heated steel. Dominik’s rapid, hot breath fans across my dick, and it twitches, jumping between us in excitement. I wrap my fingers around the base and slowly start to jack myself, unable to resist.

Dominik just sits on his heels, stupefied as he watches me work my cock in tandem. Instead of watching what I’m doing, I inspect Dominik’s face, his eyes more precisely—which are glued to my dick in what appears to be fear—and maybe bits of curiosity? With every flick of my wrist, his eyes follow, taking in the sight before him.

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