Page 12 of Villain

“Why are you frowning, Songbird?” Maestro’s somewhat displeased voice pulled him out of that rabbit hole.

Nix blinked open his eyes and landed them on the camera.

“You shouldn’t be frowning while thinking about my cock,” the man continued. “Unless you’re worried you won’t be able to handle it?”

“I…” He swallowed and grew silent, unsure how to answer that.

“Don’t waste energy worrying about the inevitable. When it comes time for it, I’ll spear through you the same way that silicone toy did our first time.”

His hands stilled on his body, though his dick remained hard and leaky. “Wh-what?”

“You sound scared, Songbird.”

Yeah, because he was.

Sort of.

Another part of him—a messed up part that had bought into this fantasy far too strongly—felt…excited.

There’d always been the chance he’d encounter Maestro on campus, even if the other man wasn’t a professor. That they’d meet by chance and he’d recognize the sound of his voice or be recognized himself. Nix was still masked, but aside from the upper half of his face, Maestro had literally seen all of him.

But there was also the chance none of that would happen. That Nix would be ignored if they stumbled into one another. Enigma was meant to be anonymous and neither of them had agreed to meet in real life…

Sure, he’d just been imagining the other man would like it rough, but there was a big difference between a safe fantasy and being told point-blank what Maestro intended to do if they did run into one another on campus.

“Unfortunately, you’ve caught my interest. I like you, Songbird. Don’t you like me?”

“I…” He wanted to say he didn’t know him. Could he? Would that kind of honesty cost him his chances of moving up? He was so close…He couldn’t throw it all away now by accidentally saying the wrong thing.

This was confusing though. In their past three meetings, Maestro had kept it casual. Hot and intense, but casual. This conversation felt the opposite of that.

“You will,” Maestro finished for him, sounding more confident than Nix felt like he’d ever been about anything in his entire life. “I’m close. That frightened expression of yours seems to do it for me. Keep stroking. I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Nix hesitated.

“If I come before you, you won’t get my Favor,” he threatened. “You won’t get to try your luck elsewhere either. I’ll kick you from Enigma faster than you can blink. You come for me or you come for no one. Understood?”

The possessiveness had his dick straining and Nix found himself thrusting into his fist all over again, his motions sloppier than before. He pushed the fear away, focusing instead on the pleasure building and the sharp intakes of breath coming through the speakers that clued him in to the fact Maestro hadn’t been kidding.

Would they come together?

“First chance I get, I’m going to bend you over my knee and make you sob, Songbird,” Maestro warned. “Better hope I don’t catch you in the middle of the cafeteria, otherwise we might end up with one hell of an audience.”

“What?” Nix shook his head, but he didn’t stop pumping.

“Not a fan of that idea? You’re going to have to get over that. I’ve got plans, you see.”

“I don’t like…I’m not into exhibitionism.” He left out the part about how he’d yet to agree to doing anything with Maestro in person.

“Don’t worry, there are only two people in the world I’ll share anything with, and neither of them are big on crowds either. At least,” he seemed to reconsider his words, “they weren’t before. Perhaps things have changed.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nix admitted.

“If you hide behind this screen forever, you’ll never get fucked by my cock,” he said. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I tear through you. When I pound that sweet ass of yours so hard you scream. I’ll pump you so full of my come, you’ll feel it dripping out of you all day—”

Nix cried out as the orgasm hit him, strong enough he had to lean all the way back against the wall to prevent himself from crashing to his knees. His hole clenched down on nothing all the while, his dick shooting ropey streams across the shower stall and out into the bathroom.

Since when did dirty talk elicit such a strong reaction within him?

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