Page 7 of The Devil's Mercy

Calix should take the out being offered. Should nod again like he had before when asked if he’d hear them out. If nothing else, keeping them talking would buy him time.

But time for what?

Troya would already be halfway off the planet by now, and the only other person who may have checked in on him would have been Bruce. Even though he’d missed his ship off planet, he imagined he couldn’t have been unconscious for too long. Which meant even if his commanding officer did try to get in touch with him, no one would worry for at least another twenty-four hours.

Even though he’d been a high-standing agent, he’d also just wrapped up his final case and put in his resignation…

Why bother stalling if there was no one left who’d care enough to rescue him anyway?

“Go to hell.” He braced for the worst when Titus grinned.

“Poor little monster,” the director cooed. “That was the wrong answer.”

Calix couldn’t hold in his surprise when instead of moving for him, the director turned on Aodhan, yanking him around Cal so he could touch him.

He had Aodhan stripped down to nothing, his clothes flung about the room, and positioned with a knee on the seat of the chair in under two minutes. The sound of his palm whacking against one of the doctor’s round ass cheeks had Cal jumping just as much as the doctor.

“We had a plan for a reason. You’re always so impatient,” Titus scolded.

“It’s not my fault,” Aodhan disagreed. “He was going to leave.”

“He’s being punished for that already. Now it’s your turn. Bend over and brace yourself with the chairback.”

Calix swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away as he watched the doctor scramble to do as he was told. He’d always enjoyed looking at Aodhan’s naked form, at how long his legs and his torso were, how broad his shoulders…

His cock hung heavy between his thighs, full and dripping, but Cal had never seen him from this angle before. Had certainly never seen his cheeks spread or the way his hole looked.

Titus licked his pointer finger and then drove it into Aodhan’s body without any sort of warning aside from his grip on the man’s ass. His expression never altered, even when Aodhan cried out in pleasure. He finger fucked him for a bit, first with one digit, then two, then three, seemingly lost in the task for a while.

Calix refused to feel jilted. How ridiculous would he have to be to feel that way? Just because they’d made it seem like they wanted him…Clearlyhe was nothing more than a plaything, otherwise, why string him up like this?

Not that Titus was being particularly loving or soft to Aodhan at the moment…

The director undid his fly with his free hand and pulled himself out, ignoring the gasp that Cal made at the sight of the massive cock in his hold. He stroked himself a couple of times, slicking his shaft with precome before tugging his fingers free and lining himself up with Aodhan’s entrance.

Calix’s hole fluttered as he watched what had to be nine or ten inches push its way into Aodhan’s body. The doctor hissed, and that only had Cal reacting more.

Back at the orphanage, he’d once walked in on two of the other teens getting it on in the bathroom. The sounds had ignited something in him, the dirty words spoken between them…the way the girl had resisted.

Later, he’d found out she’d been playing along, and his journey down the rabbit hole that was consensual non consent and rape fantasy began. But he’d never actually gotten around to experimenting with it with someone he was attracted to. Introducing pain to the equation had been simple because he could inflict that on his own. He’d always been too ashamed to seek out a partner willing to try dark kinks with him.

Especially since, deep down, he’d always known it wouldn’t really be what he was after anyway.

Cal didn’t want pretend.

He wanted to be used and defiled and punished for real. With emphasis on that last one, because it was what he deserved for being such a shitty person.

For being so warped.

But he’d experienced something of the like before, and knew he also wanted to be into the other person. He wanted more than carnal sensation triggered by instinct or misattribution of arousal.

He wanted to want it. Wanted to be able to enjoy it.

The closest he’d come had been the night of the reunion, because even though he hadn’t liked that it was Heathe, he’d still been attracted to the man.

Knowing it’d actually been Aodhan…

Those were dangerous thoughts, hitting too close to a truth he’d long since buried and left for dead. If he admitted to his twisted desires, then he’d have to admit that a messed-up part of him was thrilled about all of this. Thrilled about finally getting to experience fantasies he’d only ever been able to concoct in his mind.

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