Page 24 of The Devil's Mercy

“Then I’d respect your decision,” Titus replied without missing a beat, and when that clearly stunned Cal into silence, he chuckled. “I’m not Aodhan, little monster. I don’t need to force anyone onto my cock, not even you. You’ll find yourself there eventually, of your own volition.”

“No.” Calix tried to ignore the images flashing through his mind, the pictures he automatically conjured of him and the director in bed together. What they might look like tangled up in the sheets. What that cock he could still feel pressed between his cheeks might feel like buried deep inside of him.

He could try to convince himself that those were old fantasies coming to light, brought on by insanity and lack of sleep and dehydration, or any other number of excuses. But it wouldn’t be true. He’d always wanted what the director offered, had yearned for the other man to pin him down and take advantage of him.

But that was in the past and this was now.

This was reality.

That made a big difference.

…didn’t it?

“I remember the way you used to look at me,” Titus repeated his earlier sentiment. “At the police station. In the hospital and the courtroom. It’s not like the way Aodhan first looked at me, all empty, waiting for me to fill him up. No, you were different. Pleading, almost.”

“I wasn’t.” Had he been? Back then, he’d been a desperate kid praying someone would come and save him from the tremendous mistake he’d made.

Hoping someone would come and save him from himself.

“I helped you escape from that lapse in judgment, didn’t I?” Titus shifted behind him, and almost immediately, warmth began to radiate from beneath Calix’s skin. “Helped you get away with it.”

“You didn’t do shit. I was innocent.” He shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling, only realizing at the last second that this too was familiar. “No, stop. You did this before. In the woods. You…”

“Pheromones,” Titus reminded. “That’s what this is. They’re useful for so many things, like making a person scared or sad or…” The sound of a bottle cap popping open interrupted him a second before something cold and plastic was introduced to Cal’s entrance.

“Wait.” Cal tried to struggle, but there was nowhere to go. “Don’t.”

“Wrong answer. And it was so obvious, too. I was going to say pheromones can be used on libido.”

Calix made a sound of protest as the bottle was squeezed, and he felt a gush of chilly fluid shoot inside of him. When he rubbed his thighs together, it made a slick sound, the lewd noise causing his dick to lengthen. He felt like he was on fire all of a sudden, his balls aching and full, the need for relief all-consuming to the point he almost gave in and begged to be given the choice again.

“I bet you want me to ask you if I can fuck you now.” He clicked his tongue. “Unfortunately for you, that ship has sailed. I don’t give many second chances, Calix, and you’ve yet to earn one from me. So, no, little monster, you won’t be getting my cock today.”

The bottle was removed, but before Cal could complain, something familiar was brought to his needy hole. The end of the hook slipped back into him with ease, the lube that had just been pumped into him allowing slick passage as it was pushed snugly in place. When the tip dragged against Cal’s prostate, he moaned, but that was all the attention that spot was given.

As soon as he’d inserted it, Titus let go and moved away.

“Wait,” Cal demanded when he heard the footsteps heading in the opposite direction.

“I don’t have time to coddle you more today,” Titus said.

Despite his words, another wave of heat entered Cal, and he would have doubled over if not for the restraints still holdinghis arms up in the air. At least they hadn’t been lifted again, and he could stand flat on his feet for better balance.

The need was eating away at him like a live thing, his nipples perking up and his hips starting to flick of their own accord. With every movement, he felt the curve of the hook lodged within him shift, though it didn’t come close to the place he wanted it.

“Stop,” Calix finally begged. “Please. Make it stop.”

“I offered that to you already and you chose to reject me. Actions have consequences, Detective, and I’ve already helped you escape yours once.”

“Titus.” He could feel precome streaming out of his tip, the lack of friction causing him to whine. “Mercy. Please.”

“Stay in here like a good boy and think of what you’ve done wrong, little monster.” The door opened. “Maybe if you repent enough, I’ll be kinder to you next time.”

The door didn’t slam shut, and there was no finalizing sound like the turning of a lock or anything of the sort. But Calix felt trapped all the same.

Alone in that room, Cal mindlessly fucked himself on the end of the toy as best he could, sobbing as all thoughts of solving riddles or escape were fully consumed by lust and the need to come.

The need to be taken and claimed by the monster who’d threatened him with that potential fate already.

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