Page 44 of Villain

“You should be grateful I brought you here. That I’m easing you into how things will be from now on,” Lake continued, working his own belt free now. As soon as he had it off, he captured Nix’s wrists and bound that at his narrow back.

“Stop!” Nix had never considered himself weak before, but against the Demons of Foxglove, he was finding he fit in that category. Lake orchestrated his body however he saw fit with very little effort so that he was bound and back over the desk with his bare ass in the air in no time at all.

“If West were here, he’d lube you with his spit,” Lake said, and Nix froze. “If it were Yejun, you’d be lucky since he doesn’t leave the house without packets of the stuff on his person. Me, though?”

A gust of hot air had the hairs on the back of Nix’s neck rising.

“Tell me, Songbird, how did my best friend's cock taste, hmm?”

“You told me to do it!” The fear was very real, his heart pounding in his chest loud enough he was certain there was no way Lake could miss it.

“And now I’m telling you to do this,” Lake replied. “So, what’s the problem? You meet the two of them and suddenly my cock isn’t good enough for you?”

“No!” Nix had to think. He couldn’t allow panic to set in, otherwise he’d end up saying the wrong thing and making this worse for himself. This past week, he’d learned a lot about who Lake was, and forgiving? That wasn’t a characteristic on the list. “That isn’t it at all. Lake, please.”

“What exactly are you begging me for?” he asked. “Do you even know?”

No, no he did not.

“Just…” Nix latched onto the first thing he could think of, “Go slow. Please.”

Lake considered. “Ah, you want less pain, is that it?”

“I—”

“I’m going to get something across the room,” he interrupted. “If you move so much as a centimeter while I’m gone, I’ll tear you in half with my cock and use your blood as lubrication, got it?”

Nix gasped but nodded his head.

That earned him a little slap on the ass. “Good boy. Wait for me.”

His heart continued to thump as he listened to Lake’s retreating footsteps, followed shortly by the opening of a drawer by the bookshelf. It wasn’t long before that hot presence returned to him, making the task of staying still not nearly as imposing as Lake had made it out to be.

A finger hooked into the belt securing his wrists and he was lifted off the desk and spun around. Before he could say anything, Lake dropped down and removed his shoes and the rest of his clothing until Nix was left in only his school uniform shirt.

“Hey!” he protested again when Lake suddenly tore the thin material in two, sending buttons flying. “I need that!”

“Not right now you don’t.” He shoved the material all the way down until it was settled over the tied belt, restricting Nix even more and causing his chest to push forward slightly. “Stand right here.” He moved him over a step and then pulled something from his pocket—clearly whatever he’d gotten from the drawer just now.

“What the hell?” Nix gasped a second time as he watched Lake pop a large white dildo down onto the desk, testing to be sure the suction cup base held.

Satisfied that it did, Lake grabbed Nix by the back of the neck all over again and forced him around until he was practically bent in half, the tip of the silicone cock pressed against his lips.

“You’re going to want to get that nice and wet for yourself,” Lake warned. “It’s the only kind of lube I’ll allow you.”

“Wha—” He should have known better than to try and speak. Nix’s head was immediately shoved down, and he was forced to open his mouth and welcome the toy or be hit in the teeth by it.

At least he didn’t force him the same way West had. As soon as he was sure Nix had taken it, Lake loosened his hold, allowing him to set the pace however he saw fit.

The plastic tasted bland on his tongue as Nix rolled it around, trying to slick up as much as he could. He pooled saliva in his mouth and wondered if Lake had been insincere before. Perhaps West wasn’t the one with the spit kink?

It was like Lake could read his thoughts, however, for as soon as it came to him, the demon at his back chuckled.

“I’m not West, Songbird. The longer you take, the more impatient I’ll become.”

He did the best he could to focus on wetting the toy, telling himself that it was for his own benefit, even if all of this was being controlled by the bastard at his back.

This whole day had been surreal, from the drive to the contract in blood to this. He wanted to fight back and argue, but knew it’d simply be a waste of his efforts. And Lake knew it as well.

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