Page 45 of Villain

Nix needed this strange partnership—or whatever it was—to work in order to find the person responsible for terrorizing Branwen. If he had to allow Lake to humiliate and abuse him for a bit? So what?

A fucked up voice in his head laughed at him and pointed out snidely that he wasn’t exactly as innocent as he was playing.

Case in point, his dick was swollen and achy.

That didn’t go unnoticed by Lake either.

“Already hard and all you’ve done was give head to a rubber cock?” he tutted and yanked Nix back up by his hair, smirking when that caused him to yelp. “When was the last time you fingered yourself?”

Nix blinked at him in confusion.

“Yejun hasn’t gotten to you yet, and I know West hasn’t made a move since the Roost,” Lake reiterated. “Which means you’ve gone untouched by us for at least a few days. Our last Enigma session was almost two weeks ago. Did you touch yourself after that?”

Nix dropped his gaze, glaring when Lake propped a finger beneath his chin and lifted his head back up.

“You’re blushing, Songbird,” Lake teased. “You don’t have to. I know you’ve been thinking about me when you get yourself off. If you’re good for me for the rest of this, maybe I’ll take pity on you and tell you a secret.”

“What, forcing me suddenly no longer appealing?” Nix snapped and instantly regretted it. He braced himself, but retaliation never came.

“I’m still going to make you sob,” Lake shrugged like it was nothing. Then in a flash, he had both hands under Nix’s thighs and was lifting him.

With his hands bound, Nix could only brace his chest against Lake’s as he was raised over the desk and positioned to Lake’s liking. He’d only just processed what was going on a second before he was lowered and he felt the tip of the dildo breech his hole.

“Don’t!” He cried out as he was dropped onto the length of the toy in one move, all eight inches of it invading him. When he tried to wiggle free, Lake readjusted his hold, pinning him down by the tops of his thighs so he was forced to sit on the desk with the entire toy stuck inside of him.

Nix groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, leaning away from Lake. The move only had the toy pressing against different spots, and he hissed at the stretch and the burn.

“Put your head on my shoulder,” Lake ordered, quirking a brow when Nix didn’t immediately move to follow his command. “This isn’t just my office. Unless you want someone walking in on you getting fucked by a desk—”

“All right.” Nix glared but leaned forward, awkwardly figuring out how to best rest his head on his shoulder with his arms still tied. He ended up planting his cheek against the spot between his shoulder and neck, facing the wall as he waited for whatever came next.

Lake’s hands returned to the bottom of his thighs, settling right beneath the swell of his ass. He lifted Nix slowly at first, carefully pulling his body off of the toy inch by torturous inch. Once he had him hovering over it with only the crown still inserted, he repeated his earlier move, dropping him back down with enough force it was like a punch to the gut.

Nix swore, but Lake was already hauling him back up again steadily.

It didn’t get easier when he was forced back down a third time.

Or a fourth.

Or a fifth.

He lost count after that, his sounds of discomfort turning to mewls of desperation, his thighs widening of their own accord to welcome Lake when he stepped in closer. Whenever he was lowered onto the dildo, Nix started gyrating his hips, trying to hit that sweet spot, only to be tormented by yet another unhurried dragging against his inner walls as he was lifted.

“Look how wet you are for me now, Songbird,” Lake said, drawing his attention down between them.

Nix pulled back to do as he was told and sucked in a sharp breath, but it wasn’t because of his own exposed dick.

Lake’s cock was proudly out, jutting upward and slicked in his own juices. He could practically see the vein at the bottom throbbing, took in the flushed and angry red head—which was much wider than the toy Nix was currently sitting on.

Everything about it was bigger, in fact.

“Good Light,” it was out of his mouth before he could help it, but that was really all he could say.

“As big as you imagined?” Lake joked, gripping himself in a hand to give a leisurely stroke that had a single bead of pearly precome leaking from the slit.

“Bigger,” he admitted. “Too big.” There was absolutely no way.

“You’ll take it,” Lake told him, unencumbered by Nix’s obvious rejection. “The boys will help stretch you out first.”

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