Page 177 of Brainwashed
Rushing over to my desk, I go for the walkie. I need to get him out of here.
“What the fuck… stop!” he barks, jumping up. He almost topples over from the chains around his ankles as he darts over to me. “Don’t call them. Not yet. Don’t make me leave!”
“Felix, I’m done,” I mutter, picking up the walkie.
Before I can press the button, he hip-checks me and it goes flying onto the floor.
I glare at him. “What the fuck is this? You’re going to fight me into letting you stay?? What’s the point?”
“I don’t know what happened between the other day and now, but this doesn’t make any sense.” He breathes unsteadily, wedging his way in front of me. “You’re fucking running because you’re scared, and it’s pathetic.”
I lean over him. “You think I’m pathetic?”
“I think you’rescared… of how much you like being with me,” he croaks. “Of being like me.”
“I amnothinglike you, Felix,” I teem in his face.
Something flashes through his eyes, and he turns red. “Yes, you are! Admit it! You’re twisted like me, and it scares you.”
“You’re a serial killer!” I roar.
“Yea, and you love it!” he shouts. “You might not be a killer, but you have feelings for one.”
I grab him by the throat. “Shut the fuck up.”
“See what I mean?” He gasps, then presses his hips into mine. “You’re hard right now. You want to choke me, don’t you, Lem?”
“Of course I’m hard,” I hiss. “I’m standing next to a little slut who loves having his ass ridden raw.” I grind him aggressively into my desk and he whines. “And it’sDr. Love.”
“Should be Dr. Fear.” His lips tremble through his words. “’Cause you’reafraidof love.”
Something in me snaps.
The control I’ve been clutching like hell, that’s been hanging by a thread all day, slips through my fingers and I erupt like a volcano of hatred, lust, anger, confusion… fear. All of those things and then some.
I roar in Felix’s face and flip him around, shoving him forward with a hand on his back until he’s bent over my desk. In the blink of an eye, I have his pants and boxers down around his thighs and I’m unbuckling my belt.
“Lem…” Felix’s voice quavers.
But I can’t hear him. I whip my tie off and stuff it into his mouth. “No talking, you sick fuck.”
I get my dick out, and it’s so hard it’s leaking. I spit into my hand a few times, lubing it up as much as I can with just that. It’ll have to be enough, and if it’s not, I don’t care.
I’ve gone out of my mind.
My movements are frantic and twitchy as I push my slick head up to his asshole and he groans around the obstruction in his mouth. Sliding my belt free from the loops, I fold it and smack it hard against his ass cheek.
I swing to hit him again, the muffled sound of his sobs echoing, but not loud enough to overpower my heavy breathing, or my heart pounding in my ears. I whip him on the ass with my belt several times… Honestly, I haven’t been counting, but I think it’s at least ten. Felix’s ass is red, torn up and about to bleed.
I spit on my dick once more, dropping the belt and spreading his cheeks open to spit on his hole.
“This is what you deserve,Carver,” I hiss, shoving my dick into his ass.
I don’t give him time to adjust. I just make sure the spit is working as lube for a second, but then thrust every inch inside him.
He cries with my tie in his mouth while I pump in and out of him, rough and fast, working myself into a trance. Furious longing burns in my veins like acid while I fuck Felix hard against my desk, my balls bumping into his with my deep, damaging thrusts. I kick his legs apart as far as they’ll go, the shackles preventing him from spreading wide, but I make do.
Theslap slap slapof me pounding him as hard as humanly possible rings through the room, my grunts and his whimpers whipping up in my head. I’m dizzy, devoid of all control, watching myself from somewhere far away.
