Page 21 of The Devil's Embrace

“If you squeeze like that, it’ll only hurt more,” the man warned, though it didn’t sound like he cared much about causing Cal more pain. “Come on, I got it nice and wet for you.”

It occurred to Calix the man had been licking the gun during those quiet pauses and he shuddered. While he was coming to that realization, the man managed to notch the tip of the weapon into his entrance. Even though he knew it was trueand it would only make it worse, Cal tensed up as the metal was slowly forced into his unprepared body.

“You’re gobbling it up,” the man praised, his thumb drawing what were clearly meant to be soothing circles across the back of Cal’s left hand. “Your plump cheeks are cradling the gun like it’s a perfect fit.”

Against his will, his muscles clenched, rippling around the ridges of the weapon, and a moan ripped from his lips.

“It’s all the way in now. That was almost too easy, though I do suppose it makes sense. The cock you took the other night was a lot bigger than this weapon. Can you remember it? The other night?” He dragged the gun out with the same slow pace, sighing in contentment when that had Cal’s entire body shaking and his breath noticeably hitching. “You looked so perfect covered in come, blood, and tears.”

“Heathe, please—”

“Stop calling me that,” he ordered, his voice filled with a thread of warning that instinctively sent dread trailing down Cal’s spine. “There’s no blood this time. I know you like that sort of thing, but we’re going to have to skip that as well.”

Calix shook his head, eyes closed as tears tracked down his face. The worst part was, it wasn’t because he was sad or angry, it was because he was embarrassed and caught between wanting to beg for the other man to hurry up and fuck him and his need to deny what was being said about him.

“I don’t,” he ended up forcing out. “I don’t like it.”

“As if. You came three times the other night thanks to the pain.”

“No.”

“There’s no other explanation for why you got off. You shouldn’t have been turned on at all.”

“You drugged me!”

“It was a sedative. All it did was make you sleepy. Your dick decided to wake up and play all on its own.”

Calix didn’t want to hear that. He’d been trying so hard to forget all about it. About those moments of murky clarity where he’d felt a mixture of extreme agony and horrifying bliss. Hadn’t he been called a freak that night, too? Clearly.

“You’re riding your own gun, Detective,” the man said then, breaking into Cal’s thoughts.

With a horrified start, he realized that was also true. He’d been rocking back against the blaster, fucking himself on the weapon while the man at his back had merely held it in place.

“Don’t stop,” the man ordered briskly. “Keep going.”

“No.” Taking revenge against him at the reunion was one thing, but they were now out in the open, where any of his colleagues could stumble upon them. Even if he hadn’t been drugged, something was clearly amiss here because, sure, he liked his sex kinky and the idea of being forced into it turned him on, but this wasn’t a game.

This was real.

“You aren’t my type, Heathe,” he stated, even knowing he wasn’t exactly in the position to take risks like mouthing off to the one holding the loaded weapon.

“We’re here so you can be punished,” the man said. “I didn’t like the way Mitri Meadows looked at you. I didn’t like the way you let him even more.”

Calix didn’t think that was entirely fair. It wasn’t like he could control the way someone else looked at him. A thread of anger managed to snake its way through the lust-filled haze and he grasped onto it desperately. It gave him the strength to wipe his head back, connecting with the man’s.

Pain radiated through from the hit, but the man also made a sound of pain. The satisfaction from having fought backonly lasted a second, however, because instead of getting more upset, the man simply laughed.

“You really wanted that blood, didn’t you, Detective? I think you may have broken my nose. Good for you.” He started working the gun inside of Cal’s body once more, thrusting the hard metal in and out of him quickly, ignoring when that had Calix hissing. “Relax, it’ll get better in a moment. I lost control, but it’s back now.”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, another wave of bliss blanketed over Cal, and he moaned, the sound loud and echoing amongst the trees around them. Desperation clawed at his insides. He forgot where he was or who he was with, everything boiled down to sensation, to the sparks of raw pleasure between his legs and the way his balls tightened with each harsh stroke of that unyielding metal object rubbing against his inner walls.

“Should I allow you to come?” the man fucked the gun into him harder, shoving Cal’s front against the tree so his dick rubbed against the rough surface, making him weep as pleasure burst through him. “You’re so sensitive down here. Is that enough pain to push you over the edge? Or do I need to tell you how filthy you are for wanting to orgasm at a time like this? While a stranger pummels your hole with an object that could kill you in an instant. If my finger slipped on the trigger…”

“Do it,” Cal challenged, too drunk on the pheromones or whatever the hell it was to have any grasp on the concept of fear. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? You want to make me suffer for what I’ve done.”

“What have you done, Calix?”

“I hit Nero with my car.”

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