It’s a good thing he seems to like me desperate for him.
His hand comes up, andhefinally touches me, raking his fingers through my hair as he brings the head of his cock to my mouth. I know the only reason I’m able to dart out my tongue and lick the precum from his tip is because heallowsit.
And fuck if he doesn’t taste better than I imagined. A hint of musk and salt. Fucking delicious.
My eyes close as I savor it. Then Reese grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks it hard, yanking my head back. I cry out as my eyes fly open to see the silver in his darker than they’ve ever been.
While most of that dread from before had gone away—or had just been eclipsed by everything else—now it comes rushingback. My heart tries to beat out of my chest. When I feel something constricting around my throat, I’m not sure if it’s Reese’s shadows or the fear they’re stirring within me. Probably both.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and husky, roughened at the edges and worn down to something dangerous. “All that fucking attitude, and you still end up surrendering to me. Such a pathetic and desperate whore when you want something, aren’t you? You’re starting to enjoy it. You’re fucking my shadows.”
My hips don’t stop even when he calls me out. They roll, thrusting up into the shadow hands that continue stroking me inside and out.
“Say it again.” With one hand still in my hair, he holds his cock with his other, bringing it to my mouth and brushing the head against my lips. “Say how badly you want it.”
“I’ll do anything. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
He tugs on my hair again. My mouth falls open, but before any sound can come out, he shoves his cock past my lips. It hits the back of my throat on the first thrust, making me gag and my eyes water. His low growl fills the room.
I nearly come right then.
Except as he immediately picks up a rhythm fucking my mouth, the grip his shadows have on me loosens, the ones inside me retreating from where I need them to be.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
I whimper around his dick, but either he can’t hear me or he doesn’t care. Most likely the latter.
“Fuck, you look gorgeous with your lips stretched around my cock.”
The grip on my dick tightens and eases, tightens and eases. Over and over and over again. I ball my hands into fists in frustration and try to bang them against the wall, but I can’t get them far enough away for the hits to make any sound. Every timeI get close, my release runs from me, and I’m unable to chase it. I have no doubt he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Seven years must be enough time to learn to command shadows and wield them expertly.
He continues holding onto my hair, brutally rutting into my mouth. Saliva and precum drip from the corners of my lips. There’s no sign of him slowing down as the shadows continue to edge me. The tears that leak from my eyes aren’t just from him choking me with his cock.
“You once called this the worst kind of torture,” he says from above me, speaking between panting breaths. “Now that you have a frame of reference, would you still say the same?”
Without hesitation, I nod as best as I can with his hand holding my hair and his dick in my mouth.
He’s not going to let me come.
I’m never going to get to come again.
The tears come faster.
Yes, this is the fucking worst kind of torture.
But then the shadows or the fear—or whatever the fuck it was around my throat—retreats. The shadows tighten their fists around my cock and stroke faster, the ones inside moving deeper again, swelling until the pressure builds too fast, too much.
“Come for them, Cason. Come for my shadows.”
A low, wrecked sound drags out of me, muffled by his cock, as my body seizes. My spine bows as if pulled by invisible strings. It crashes through me all at once, violent and consuming, leaving nothing untouched. Thought disappears. There’s only the pulse of it, sharp and relentless, tearing through me in waves that feel almost unbearable.
Just like that, my mind is back there. It’s seven years ago, and Reese has never hurt me, not like he has now.
I float in that memory for as long as I can.
Because when I come back…
