The Mercenary and the Mortician (The Silent Hollow #1)

37. Ryan Fairview

Alexa, Play: Talk - Hozier

I had never felt so alive. Anger and humiliation swirled deep in my gut at having lost the fight, but they were secondary to the fucking thrill that was coursing through me at being completely dominated by Cal.

Why was this so exciting?

Despite the fact that I was starting to wonder if I had a bit of a humiliation kink, I definitely did not want to go home with no pants on. So when Cal threatened to rip them off me unless I complied, I finally caved.

Plus, if I was being serious, I wanted to do it.

This was a game we were playing. It felt like he was forcing me, and it was giving me some weird sort of permission to do things I would never have the confidence to ask for on my own.

I had agreed to this. I could have just let him lay out the stupid rules he wanted and been done with it. But I had wanted to do it this way.

So, for once, I was going to stop being a pussy and fucking do it.

Cal didn’t let up an inch as I wiggled my hands under my body to fumble with the button to my jeans.

I could feel my heartbeat in my throat where he had his belt wrapped around my neck, and my dick was so fucking hard I felt like I might come before my pants were even off. He was so heavy on top of me that I had to awkwardly wiggle and squirm beneath him to get my jeans down.

Then they were finally over the globes of my ass, and my cock throbbed at the deep sound of approval Cal made once I was exposed to him.

He shifted his weight so he was pressing only on my upper back, but he kept me under full control with the belt he had threaded around my throat.

“Good boy, Ryan,” he praised me, and I groaned.

God, why was that so hot?

I couldn’t see what he was doing, so I jumped in surprise when something cold and wet dribbled across my bare ass.

“What was that!?” I gasped, but he gently caressed me, smearing the substance over my crack as he made soft, soothing sounds.

“It’s ok. It’s just lube, baby.”

Despite the excited thrill that shot through my chest, I thrashed beneath him at his words. He tightened his grip on the belt, forcing me to stop struggling.

“None of that. I’m going to need you to relax for me. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” He crooned, and I panted. My entire face was definitely beat red from the choke hold he had on me with the belt.

“Now, I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to be honest with me. If you answer correctly, you will be rewarded. If you answer incorrectly, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Fuck… you!” I snarled, and he chuckled before slapping my ass so hard I fucking barked out a shout of pain.

“Fuck!”

He rubbed my stinging cheeks gently as I squirmed beneath him. My hard cock leaked and rubbed into the grass every time I moved.

“Strike one, Ryan. Are you going to be good? I can do this all day.”

I found my hips were inadvertently grinding my dick into the ground. I was desperate for the friction. My mind was numb and almost blank. All the anxiety I usually felt about daily life stressors was weirdly absent, and all I had to do was listen to Cal’s voice.

It was strangely… freeing.

“Fine,” I spat, feigning an anger that I didn’t really feel. Cal’s deep masculine chuckle rolled through the air again.

“Good enough. But we’ll need to work on that tone,” he said as he lightly dragged his lubed-up fingers up and down my crack.

“Now, for the first question… Have you ever played with yourself back here? Remember, no lies. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

The memory of experimenting that one time in the shower hit me like a Mack truck, and before I could stop myself, I found I was nodding.

“Yes. Once.”

“Mmm. Good boy , Ryan,” he praised, and he slid his wet fingers in between my cheeks. The lube made it so smooth and slippery. Suddenly, he was making direct contact with my asshole.

My cock throbbed beneath me, and I whined, arching back into his touch. I wasn’t sure if it was so I could rub my dick into the ground harder or encourage him to penetrate me. It didn’t matter; it seemed to be the right thing to do. Cal was clearly pleased with my reaction.

“Who were you thinking about while you did it?” His fingers danced and teased around my hole, and I was panting with anticipation. I wanted him to put them inside me. I wanted it so bad. My whole body was on fire.

“You, okay!? I was thinking of you.”

“ Fuck. ” Cal groaned, and he lined one finger up with my hole before putting pressure on it. Not enough to penetrate but fuck, it was so close. “You’re being so good. One more question before your reward.”

I nodded, barely able to speak anymore. The anticipation was killing me.

“Next question. Do you want me to put my fingers inside you?”

I nodded again.

“Say it, Ryan. Tell me you want me to stick my fingers in your tight little ass.”

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but I swallowed it down.

“I want it. I want you to put your fingers inside me.”

It was the truth. I did fucking want it.

“Since you asked so nicely… Take a breath, and relax, baby,” he coached me, and I hurried to do as I was told.

The pressure increased on my asshole, and he made soothing sounds as his finger finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

I cried out as he entered me, adjusting to the strange new feeling.

“That’s it, baby. Let me in,” he cooed, and I found myself alternating between humping the ground and pressing back into his finger.

“Fuck, you look so good with my finger in your ass,” he growled, pumping it slowly in and out. I whined and arched again, but he tightened his hold on the belt and shushed me.

“Be patient, baby. We need to go slow; this is your first time,” he said, but I didn’t want to go slow. I wanted to come. The pressure was building, and I was leaking into the dirt beneath me.

“I’m going to add another finger. Breathe for me again.”

I exhaled and groaned as he pressed another finger into me. The stretch burned at first but very quickly switched to intense pleasure.

“Cal… fuck.” I gasped as he pumped in and out a few more times, getting me used to the sensation.

“Now I just need to find…”

His fingers touched a spot inside me that made my entire fucking brain explode. I jerked in surprise at the intense feeling of pleasure. He touched that spot again and chuckled with satisfaction as I seized uncontrollably in response.

“There it is. Does it feel good when I touch you there, baby?”

“Oh god…mmmpph, fuck!” I could barely form a complete sentence. I was shamelessly humping the ground now, grinding my cock into the dirt. I needed to fucking come. I could feel it building with an intensity I had never felt before. What the fuck was he doing to me that had turned me into this primal, quivering bundle of desperate need?

“Please, Cal. I need to come. Let me come,” I begged, and he thrust his fingers in and out of me. He was making sure to hit that spot each time he penetrated me, but he was going so slowly that the build-up of my orgasm only seemed to simmer. It felt like I might never tip over the edge.

Fuck, my cock was so hard it hurt.

“I’ll let you come, Ryan. After you’ve agreed to a few new rules.”

“ Cal!” I whined. “Please!”

“Rule number one: No one touches you but me. You are mine, Ryan. If you ever touch anyone again, I will fucking kill them, and then I’ll make sure you don’t sit right for a week. Is that clear?”

Even in my desperation, alarm bells started going off.

“Cal, fuck. You can’t kill—oh fucking Christ, shit!”

He methodically rolled his fingers over that spot over and over again, building me higher and higher before pulling his fingers completely out of me, leaving me gasping and empty.

“Agree to the terms, or I swear to fuck, Ryan, I’ll never let you come again,” he growled.

“Okay! Okay, fine, fine. I won’t touch anyone else. Only you.”

I felt him squirt more lube on my ass and reinsert his fingers. This time, he added a third, and I moaned at the intrusion. My brain was fucking mush, and my cock was leaking all over my stomach.

“Rule number two: You’re never speaking to that Joanna bitch again. If I find out you have contacted her, I will kill her and make you watch.”

Jesus Christ, he was a goddamn LUNATIC.

So many questions were running through my mind, but I couldn’t think past the methodical stroke of his fingers. Like, what if she contacted me first? What if we ran into each other at the store? He couldn’t just kill whoever he wanted…

“Agree, Ryan. Agree to never contact her again.”

“I promise! I won’t ever contact her again. Please, Cal . Let me come!”

“Now for the third and final rule. If you agree to this, I’ll let you finish. Are you listening?”

He tightened his hand on the belt again, cutting off my air supply, which somehow just made me want to come even harder.

“Yes, Cal. Please .” I didn’t have even an ounce of dignity left, and I didn’t fucking care. He had turned me into an animal, and it was the most alive I had ever felt in my life.

“I’m not going to force you to officially come out, but when we’re in private, I’m allowed to touch you whenever I want. You will let me kiss you the way I want, fuck you the way I want, and suck you the way I want. When we’re behind closed doors, I’m in fucking charge from now on. You belong to me.”

My blood thrilled at the idea of all the depraved shit he might do to me if I agreed. He was knuckle-deep in my ass, and I was still mindlessly humping the ground. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with me, and it felt like the easiest thing in the world to sell my soul to the dark angel that had swooped into my life on broken wings.

I nodded. Literal tears of ecstasy were spilling down my cheeks as he leisurely fingered that magical fucking spot he had found in my ass.

“Say the words, Ryan. I need to hear it.”

“I belong to you,” I croaked, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he immediately increased his pace.

“Good fucking boy, Ryan. You can come now.”

I frowned. I had been expecting him to let me up and finish me with his hand, at the very least. But he stayed exactly where he was; the only thing that changed was the pace with which he thrust his fingers in and out of me.

“I thought you were going to?—”

“I said I would let you come. I didn’t say I was going to touch you,” he growled as his fingers hit that spot again and again and again.

“Ah, ah, fuck!”

The burning pool of pleasure that he had been keeping at an intense simmer kicked up to an insatiable boil. I humped the ground faster and faster as he thrust deeper and deeper.

“Holy shit, I’m nnnngh, I’m fucking coming!” I cried out in shock just as my dick started spurting. I felt the hot cum shoot up my stomach and into the ground, dampening the earth beneath me.

Cal didn’t stop. He finger fucked me the entire time as I came and came and came.

It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced in my life.

How had I gone so long without knowing my body could feel this good?

I twitched and jerked beneath him, and he praised and soothed me through the entire ordeal.

When I was completely spent, my body went limp. Cal removed his fingers and wiped them off on his shirt before gently rolling me onto my back. He straddled my hips, grinning down at me with the brightest, goofiest smile on his face.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinning back. My whole body was buzzing, and I felt so fucking relaxed.

“How was your first time getting your prostate stroked, straight boy?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a tender kiss to my lips. I laughed against him before closing my eyes and kissing him back.

“I have a confession to make,” I muttered against his soft mouth.

He pulled back and cocked his head to the side. Giving me that quizzical look that sometimes reminded me of a curious puppy.

“What’s that?”

“I think I might be gay.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.