Page 30 of The Monster I Am

Rhys rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know what else to do with you,” he grumbled. “And I couldn’t be seen as going too easy on you too quickly.”

“Are you going to— other supes, I mean. I don’t want them—” Jared stammered.

The mere idea of anyone else touching Jared had him narrowing his eyes. “No,” he cut the human off, then amended, “Only if Dominic himself asks for you. He won’t. He’s obsessed with that boy of his. But if he was to ask, I would be obligated to allow him. Beyond that? No. You’re mine.”

“I like having your bruises,” Jared said softly, a smile curving onto his lips. “I like getting them, and I like how warm and floaty it makes me feel. I like getting your cuts, too. I’m not sure if I should like it, but I do.”

“Good,” Rhys said. He very carefully did not tell Jared that it didn’t matter how he felt about them; Elizabeth had more or less given him permission to do what he pleased with his slave, regardless of how said slave might feel. “I do consider it an obligation to you. You wear my marks, but I will make sure you enjoy getting them.”

Jared smiled. “I’m okay with that,” he said. “I do have a complaint though,” he said, his eyes taking on a glint of mischief.

Rhys quirked a brow at the mention of a complaint. “Someone got comfortable quickly,” he commented dryly. “What’s the complaint?”

“You haven’t used my mouth once.”

Rhys blinked at him. “What?”

Jared blinked back at Rhys.

“You want to?” Rhys asked. “I wouldn’t have thought…” He trailed off. “That isn’t the dynamic we started off with, and that…” He found himself faltering again. He’d had blowjobs from slaves over the last decade, of course, but he usually preferred to fuck them from behind, where he didn’t have to see their faces. It had been a long, long time since he’d gotten one from someone who wanted to do it.

“Um,” Jared said, looking uncertain. “Yes? At the first party the slaver took me to… they did. I should’ve hated it, and I did, but… not all of it.” Pink stained his cheeks. “I think I’d like it with you. You don’t have to, though, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Rhys said slowly. He continued to trace his fingers along one of the lines he’d cut into Jared earlier. Fuck, he’d never even picked his knife up from the floor, had he? Something struck him, and he looked sharply at Jared. “Was that your only experience? The first party? You’d never been with anyone else?”

Jared looked pensive but shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “Just that.”

Rhys let out a slow exhale. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m sorry for that.” It shouldn’t have been like that. It wasn’t as though he thought virginity was prized or sacred, but to have had everything ripped away like that? It was a wonder Jared seemed as well-adjusted as he was.

Did he want things to go slow? Or was he driven by the same base needs that Rhys was?

“And what would you think if I told you I wanted to watch you choke on my cock?” he murmured, stroking Jared’s chest.

Jared’s breath hitched, and he shivered. “I think, if it’s you, I’d like that too,” he whispered.

It had been a very long time since someone had enjoyed that with him.

“Get on your knees in front of me,” Rhys ordered, his voice hoarse. “Take my cock out. I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around it.”

Jared slid quickly off the couch onto his knees, hands reaching for Rhys’s pants as he moved over into the proper position. He unfastened the button and zipper and pulled them down just far enough to free Rhys’s cock. He squeezed it lightly before leaning down to take it into his mouth, his eyes flicking up to meet Rhys’s as he did so.

Rhys gazed down at Jared, wondering how the fuck he’d ended up with this jewel in the midst of so much depravity and chaos. He was lucky for it, that was for certain, and he felt that as Jared’s fingers squeezed him. He grunted, lifting his hips, and as soon as he was past Jared’s lips, he groaned. “I’m not patient,” he warned.

As much as he wanted to be kind to Jared, gentle, it had never been the way of things for him in the bedroom. He could be generous and ensure that his lovers found pleasure and completion, but his appetite was always vast for his own pleasure, too.

There were many, many reasons he did not take lovers of his own, and being a sympathizer was but a small one.

Jared ran his tongue on the underside of Rhys’s cock, then hummed questioningly.

Rhys used to be embarrassed by the fact that he could only get hard when he was being rough or causing pain — then it had become a source of guilt and shame for him. Tonight, though, it simply was what it was, and he grabbed Jared by the hair and twisted his fingers in the strands.

When the human simply melted into the touch, he chuckled roughly. “You like that? Good. I do too. Take more of me into your mouth.”

Jared moaned around his mouthful of cock. He worked to get more of Rhys’s cock in his mouth, sucking and licking, which wasn’t in any way skillful and was more messy than not. He lifted a hand to circle his fingers around the part of Rhys’s cock that wasn’t in his mouth yet and started stroking him.

Rhys groaned at the sensation, but it wasn’t going to be enough to wake his cock up. He pushed deeper, tugged harder, trying to evoke those pained sounds from Jared’s lips. “Let me hear you,” he demanded. “I want to hear everything you have.”

Jared nodded, whining in pain from the next tug of his hair, and tears started to build in the corners of his eyes.