Page 34 of Shadowman
I can’t move, let alone speak. There’sno wayI can admit this out loud…Because it’s fucking crazy.
The Ivory moves back a bit, reclining in his chair as he gazes down at me curiously, still touching my mouth. “You don’t have to say it, I suppose…” He sighs. “But you will stay down there until some part of you gives me what I want.”
Blinking up at him, I’m buzzing from head to toe. Shivering and shaking, my head is spinning off of my body with a whirlwind of memories… A collection of secrets at the forefront of my consciousness.
And this time, when his fingers trace the seam of my lips, they part. And I let him stuff them inside.
Fuck…
My mind sighs as my body unfurls. Like it’sfinallybeing fed after far too long wasting away in captivity.
In an instant, I’m lost. Wandering through the darkest mist of my deepest, most confusing desires. I suck on his fingers,desperately, my cock already rock hard and visible. But I don’t care.
Whatever. I’m done fighting.
This is always how it happens… It keeps bubbling, rising to the surface until it inevitably boils over, and I just… overflow.
“Mmm… I knew you wanted it,pajarito,” he croons, thrusting his fingers in and out of my mouth, rhythmically slow. I have no clue what that word means, but my mouth is sloppy wet, and I’m fuckingcrumbling. “There’s no point in running. I’ll alwayscatchyou.”
H-huh…?
“Mm-mm,” I object, shaking my head. Though it’s obvious bullshit because my dick is straining against the flimsy material of my jumpsuit pants and I’m sucking hungrily on his fingers like a needy slut.
He rumbles, one of those chuckle sounds, tugging them out carefully. I whimper, and he faux pouts. “You might be my favorite of all the damaged souls in this place, you know that?”
“Why?” I whisper, dazed and burning with shame. “Because I’m easy prey…?”
“Oh, far from it, my angry boy.” He soothes me with a soft touch, threading fingers through my hair. Then he yanks it, hard, and I mewl from the delicious pain. “Your brokenness is your best quality.”
The rationality in my brain knows that none of this falsified praise is real. He’s using me, toying with me for his own sick amusement. I’m not stupid.
But the cold hard truth is that ever since the moment that got me locked up here—the night I gave in to my truth and lost my life for it—I’ve beenbeggingfor a reason to feel again. Searching for my next secret.
Anything to get me as high as he did.
The Ivory tugs me closer by my hair, while his other hand works on his belt. “Show me yoursorrow, shadow creature.”
I barely even recognize where I am, or what I’m doing anymore. All I know is that my mouth is filling with saliva as he pulls out a very,verylong dick…
And shoves it between my waiting lips.
Taking it with a startled grunt, my cock instantly leaks in my pants. The sensation of smooth flesh covering a deliciously hard object resting on my tongue has my eyes rolling back in my head. And before I can overthink it, I’m bobbing. Sucking andchasing,while reacquainting myself with this action.
It’s been a while—not that long—but it comes back to me quickly, like muscle memory. Relaxing my throat, I let him slide back, gagging a little, but gulping all the same. The taste of salt and clean, soft flesh wrapped around a thick, solid shaft curls my toes and throbs my balls.
I swear to God, I could have a full-blown orgasm just from this. Or a million little ones, either way.
I don’t get it. I don’t fuckingunderstandthisneed, and I never have. But I’m also not trying to think about anything right now.
No labels, no consequences.
No fighting.
Just fucking.
“Greedy boy,” The Ivory purrs while fucking in and out of my mouth. I catch a spurt on my tongue, and I groan, sucking it all out and swallowing as he growls, “Hungryboy…”
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. And every single thing I was just feeling is stomped out in an instant of fast, petrified regret.
