Page 57 of The Devil's Mercy

Calix already knew what it was like being gossiped about, and even though no one in the other room would have a right to judge him even if he was fucked in front of them, he couldn’t bring himself to be unaffected by the notion. They might be wearing masks, but that didn’t make a difference either. Anyone who really wanted to discover his identity could easily do so.

Not to mention, after weeks of leaving him hanging, both literally and figuratively, it sounded like the director was finally going to let him experience what his cock was like…Should he want that? No.

Had he been thinking about it for days and days?

Hell yes.

He stood up.

And waited for the next instruction.

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Blood was rushing to his head, making him dizzy even as pangs of pleasure continued to jolt through him. His arms and forehead were braced against the concrete ground, and he shook from the strain of being locked in this position for so long, and the onslaught of sensation being forced upon him.

Titus had taken the chair and then grabbed Calix, sitting him on his lap before shoving him forward so he was bent. He hadn’t needed Aodhan’s help to get Cal into the position he wanted, with his thighs and knees pressed against the armrests at either side of the director, his ass high in the air as he was tipped over.

“Give me another bottle,” Titus told Aodhan, and Calix whined and tried to pull away for what had to be the millionth time, only to receive a hard slap against his ass in response.

“Not another one,” he pleaded. “That’s the third one!”

He tipped his head and caught sight of the two empty lube bottles lying on the ground next to him, another pathetic sound slipping past his lips. Both bottles had been emptied into his passage, and he felt the fluids inside of him still, despite how long Titus had been fingering him since.

“He’s big,” Aodhan’s voice came from somewhere above him. “You’ll be grateful for it later.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It feels weird.”

Titus inserted the narrow tip of the bottle into Cal and then squeezed, using his free hand to pull his cheeks further apart as though he was expecting his hole.

Embarrassment hit him, and Calix brought his arms closer to his face in an attempt to hide, not that either of them could see him anyway. He’d never felt so full before in his life, and it was made worse by how odd the feeling was. It wasn’t the same as taking a solid object, the lube pushing at his insides, into all of those hidden crevices he didn’t even know existed until now.

Three fingers speared through him to accompany the nozzle, scissoring and stretching him impossibly wide as his hole was fed more and more lube.

“That’s going to be so messy when it comes out,” Aodhan chuckled. “It’ll be dripping from him when we leave. He’ll be sitting in it the entire ride home. Did you remember to pack a towel? I don’t want my back seats ruined, just his.”

Cal growled at that, then gasped when Titus squirted the rest of the bottle into him, tossed it, and spanked him again for good measure. The wet sound that emitted from his ass had him whimpering from the humiliation he’d been trying to avoid when he’d decided to listen to the director and not get fucked in a crowded room.

Was this actually any better?

…Yes. As frustrating as it was, it was still better. Because it was just Aodhan and Titus, and for some reason, that mattered.

He didn’t feel safe or respected with them—he wasn’t completely deluded—but he didn’t feel judged either and that…Damn it. That was apparently enough to sway him. If he’d known he was this easy, he would have quit the I.P.F. sooner andremained on that alpha planet after all. Found himself a nice, and aggressive, man who’d—Cal yelped as he was slapped again.

“I don’t like being ignored,” Titus said. “Do I even want to know what you were thinking about just now, little monster?”

Cal shook his head with no hesitation.

Titus drove his hand in and out of him hard enough that he needed to brace an arm on Cal’s narrow back just to keep him from falling off.

“You sound so wet,” Aodhan commented. “It’s already getting everywhere. Seriously—”

“Ask me about the towel one more time and you’ll be put over my knees next,” Titus warned sternly.

The doctor shut up.

“Come here,” he ordered Aodhan. “Help please our Third.”

Calix was hauled up off the ground and plopped down in Titus’s lap. The squish of the lube that immediately dripped from his hole had him wincing, but the director held him tightly until he’d settled and gave in.

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