Page 46 of The Devil's Embrace

“You…liked that I was crying?” That didn’t compute. It didn’t connect with the squeaky-clean image of the doctor he’d concocted in his head. The one everyone was always singing praises for and calling the sweetest. “Enjoying other people’s suffering isn’t sweet.”

“I don’t like that you suffered,” he reiterated. “I like how you looked when you cried. You’re overthinking it, Cal. Some things are just simple. They just are. Like how you can find sexual gratification from pain. It just is. That doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.”

“Yes, actually, it does.”

“When we were talking about the party earlier, that turned you on, didn’t it?” Aodhan started to undo his pants, stripping slowly while Calix stood there and watched. “It turned me on. That night, I sent you away because I was going to fuck you on the ground, with the scent of merman blood and the sounds of an orgy tainting the air. I didn’t want that. Didn’t want to share you.”

Calix’s dick dripped when he got his first look at Aodhan’s naked form. It was so much better than he’d imagined in his fantasies, from the width of his shoulders and the toned lines of his chest to the massive cock hanging between his legs.

“It’s big,” Aodhan chuckled. “You can say it.”

“It’s big,” he stupidly repeated.

“It’ll fit.”

He shook his head. No, no, it definitely wouldn’t. Aodhan was larger than any of the toys Calix had used. Bigger than any of the random hookups he’d had while traveling for work.

“This is nothing,” Aodhan said cryptically, but before Cal could ask, he took a single step closer, making the detective lock up. “Are you afraid, baby?” he asked cajolingly.

Or maybe mockingly. Calix couldn’t be sure anymore.

“Should I put you over my knee and tan your hide until you can’t even hope to crawl away from me?” Aodhan held up both hands and paused when that had Calix gasped. “Hey, it’s a game, remember? You’re safe, Detective. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so, and I will, all right? You’re in control here.”

Right, because this was play. They were playing.

“Have you done this before?” Calix asked.

“Once or twice.”

“So then…what happens now?”

“You tell me.”

“I…” He looked away, embarrassed all over again. “I can’t.”

“You’ve never acted on your urges in the bedroom before?” Aodhan sounded like he really wanted to know the answer to that. “Never asked an ex-lover to get rough with you or fuck you hard and dirty?”

Calix shook his head, unable to verbally respond.

“Why does that embarrass you, baby?” Aodhan captured the distance between them and cupped his cheek, forcing Cal to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to feel ashamed for the things you want. On the contrary. Put all those negative feelings that society trained you to feel aside. All you have to do is have the courage to,” he nipped at Calix’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, “take what you want.”

The taste of copper exploded in his mouth and Cal shoved Aodhan away again, only this time, he followed him, both of them tumbling down onto the couch. They grappled fordominance for a brief moment before he found himself lying chest down over the cushions.

Aodhan’s hand came down across his right ass cheek with no warning, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Cal jerked and swore, but the doctor didn’t let up, his other hand pinning Calix down by his narrow back as he spanked him, all of his attention on the same cheek. The pain accumulated, the sharp stings turning to a burn that coursed throughout his entire body. He couldn’t be sure how long the assault lasted, but the second he moaned, Aodhan finally let up.

“You look perfect with my handprints all over you.” The doctor massaged his cheek roughly, hushing him when Calix protested with mewling sounds. “If I had my way, I’d mark you up well and good. But this is already further than I thought you’d let me take things tonight, and I don’t want to scare you away, baby.”

“What?” Cal was finding it hard to follow. Even more so when a second later he was hauled up the couch and practically tossed over the arm rest, ass now high in the air. His cheeks were spread, and then Aodhan hacked behind him. He jolted when a sticky glob of spit landed directly on his entrance. “What are you doing?”

“I know you want it to hurt,” Aodhan said, lining himself up so he could rub his thick crown against the spot, slicking the area up with spit and precome, “but if it’s too dry it’ll suck for the both of us. Also, pain? Not reallymything.”

“Wait.” Calix could only feel the press of that shaft against him for now, and even that felt huge. The doctor couldn’t possibly be planning on sticking that inside of him without any sort of preparation beforehand, right?

Right?!

“No, Aodhan, don’t—”

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