9. Gabe
i nstant the oil touched my flesh, I let out a sharp breath.
The effect was immediate. Somehow, the thick liquid was warm—almost hot—and an intense, unbridled need exploded through my veins.
My cock grew fully hard so quickly that it fucking hurt, and my head slammed back into the couch as my pupils blew wide.
“ Fuck,” I gasped, my skin turning to molten fucking lava. Shem’s dark laugh echoed around me.
I glanced at him, frowning as he pulled what looked like a latex surgical glove out of his pocket and snapped it onto his right hand.
My heart sank as I realized he wasn’t going to allow himself to be consumed by the potion with me.
Why was I surprised?
Of course, he would remain in control while I was completely at his fucking mercy.
“Shemhazai,” I whined in protest as he reached forward with his gloved hand to rub the oil into my chest .
“Yes, baby? What is it?” he purred, using his thumb to catch a drop that had been sliding down my abdomen toward my aching cock, before massaging it gently into my abs.
My entire body was singing with so much intense need. My mind was racing, and I was beginning to feel slightly panicked at how badly I needed to fucking come.
It was all I could think about, and the thought of not being granted release was suddenly terrifying. I knew in my bones that if I was left like this too long, I might literally go mad.
Maybe this had been a bad idea.
Shem watched me carefully with a small, sadistic smile curled on his lips. The touch of his fingers on my skin felt so good I could barely see straight. I rolled my hips, thrusting my hard cock toward him in an effort to entice him to touch it, but he just laughed again at how desperate I was.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me. Please… this is… I didn’t think it would be like this. This is too much,” I pleaded. I flexed my arms behind me against my restraints, cursing myself for allowing him to bind me like this.
I needed to fucking come. Now. If he wasn’t going to touch me, I needed to do it myself…
“Shhh, shhh.” He ran an oil-soaked finger over my lips, and some of it went into my mouth, intensifying the mind-numbing arousal even more.
I choked on something that felt disturbingly close to a sob and met his eyes, letting him see how serious I was.
We didn’t have a safe word. Shemhazai didn’t do safe words, and I had never needed one before this moment.
“Please, Shemhazai…” I whimpered, but he just leaned forward and brushed his lips over my forehead tenderly. I was already coated in a film of sweat, and my throat was tight.
“Not yet. I like seeing you like this,” he said softly, pulling back and watching with unrestrained delight as I rocked my hips into the couch, desperate for any sort of friction.
“ Please,” I begged again, and he tutted his tongue.
“I said no, Gabriel. Sit still. ”
But I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t. This wasn’t me trying to be a brat; this was my mind fucking breaking beneath whatever magic was in that fucking oil.
A low growl built in his chest, and his tender expression darkened. He was pissed with me for being so weak.
“You know what happens when you can’t follow directions,” he rumbled, and panic shot through my hot body as he held the bottle out over my huge, aching erection.
“Shemhazai—don’t!”
But it was too late. He poured another thin line of oil directly on my cock, drizzling it slowly down the sensitive skin of my shaft.
I literally screamed as another intense wave of need exploded through me, so hot and powerful that I went fucking blind for a moment.
The world fell away, and I floated in a sea of darkness. All I could do was feel.
Everything was aching, throbbing, and so sensitive it made me want to fucking kill somebody. My body was quivering uncontrollably, and I felt like I had a fever suddenly.
It took forever for my vision to return and for me to get a grip on myself. When I could finally see again, Shem’s dark form bloomed like a shadow before me, his green eyes sparkling with an infuriating wink of amusement.
“You’re crying, little bird,” he observed, his voice painfully dry and bored.
It hurt.
My lust-drunk mind tried to make sense of his words, and I realized he was right. My cheeks were wet, and I was choking on a deep sob born of pure need.
“I like seeing you need me so badly you’re literally crying for me.” He gently brushed away one of my tears with his oil-soaked fingers.
Each time the oil infected a new piece of my flesh, that horrible, hot sense of desperation intensified.
“ Please . Shemhazai, I’m going to break,” I gasped, being fully serious. I was terrified that I might actually lose this game, and I was so desperate for it to end that I didn’t even care about how fucking pathetic I sounded .
Shem placed the bottle on the end table and leaned back over me, hovering his lips close to my mouth as I continued to grind and rock my hips beneath him.
My skin felt too tight on my body, my balls and my cock were swollen. Everything was so sensitive that the very air around me felt like shards of glass.
“Break for me, Gabriel,” he purred before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He reached between my legs with his gloved hand and stroked me, rubbing the oil into my shaft.
I cried out into his mouth as he used his thumb to scoop some up and massage it directly into my slit.
“ Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!” I sobbed.
I was going to die like this.
I was going to fucking die, and he was going to laugh.
He chuckled and nipped my bottom lip again and again as I thrust up into his hand. He held me so gently that the orgasm I desperately needed hovered just beneath the surface.
At least he was touching me.
At least there was some contact.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, he pulled away, and I whined in protest.
“No, please don’t go. Don’t leave me like this,” I gasped, trying to follow him up off the couch.
“Sit down,” he snarled, snatching up the bottle again, and I froze. “Unless you want more, you will sit there quietly and do as you’re told.”
“Shemhazai, please!”
“I told you I wouldn’t make you wait long if you listened. So fucking listen,” he snapped, and I forced myself to obey, terrified he would put more of that fucked up substance on me.
When he was sure I wasn’t going to get up, he returned the elixir to the end table and stepped farther away from me.
The chill of his absence was so all-consuming I felt my throat close again, but I forced back my tears as he perched himself in the chair he had brought in from the other room.
So he could watch me.
I knew Shem liked to watch .
This had been his plan all along. He wanted to watch me beg for him as I fucking sat here, needing him so badly I felt like I was literally going to lose my mind.
He crossed an ankle over his knee and leaned back in his chair, watching me as I writhed in agony on the couch.
My cock was throbbing uncontrollably, and a steady stream of cum had begun to leak from my tip. It was too much to just be pre-cum. It was as if the potion had kicked my balls into overdrive, and I was so full that it had to escape somehow, despite the fact I wasn’t able to orgasm.
“What a desperate, pathetic little mess you are,” Shem crooned, his tone taunting.
I peeked at him through my lashes, my chest heaving as I panted, my wrists literally bleeding from how hard I was fighting the restraints.
His eyes were glowing, and it was clear how much he enjoyed seeing me like this.
He was always trying to get a reaction out of me, and I rarely gave him one.
This was his chance to punish me for all the times I had refused to rise to his bait.
“Are you my desperate little slut, Gabriel?”
I nodded, not giving a fuck about my pride at all. The faster I gave him what he wanted, the faster this would be over, and I could make sure he never put this evil shit on me again.
“Say it.”
“I’m your desperate little slut,” I growled, and Shem hummed.
“Yes, you are. You need me, don’t you?”
Even in my completely unhinged state, his words cut through the lust and caused me to pause.
That was an odd thing for him to say.
“Yes,” I swallowed, unable to stop myself from rocking my hips again. My cock slid around in its own cum with the movement, and I thanked Satan for that small, tiny bit of friction.
“Tell me that you need me, Gabriel.”
“I need you, baby. I need you so fucking bad,” I rasped, and his eyes widened slightly. His own cock was hard in his slacks. The sight of it made my mouth water so violently I was forced to swallow again.
He was staring at me with a strange look on his face that I couldn’t understand. After an excruciatingly long moment, he spoke. His voice came out oddly hesitant and careful, and I blinked in surprise at how out of character he sounded.
“You need me?” he repeated, sounding unsure.
I frowned again, wondering where the fuck this was coming from, but I nodded.
“Yes, baby. I would be lost without you.”
Every time I called him baby, he flinched like I’d hit him, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop.
He made a low humming sound, and once again, I was struck by how serious he looked.
He wasn’t smiling or laughing at how much pain I was in.
He was watching me with a dark sort of intention, his green eyes burning a hot path from my cock to my face and back again.
Suddenly, that strange softness that had been present in his voice vanished, and his lip curled in disgust.
“Look at you, leaking all over yourself because you need me so fucking bad.” He hissed, and I groaned, frustrated by his abrupt regression back to the crueler version of himself.
“I am. I’m leaking for you. I need you, Shemhazai.”
“So desperate. ” He rubbed himself over his pants, licking his lips. “You’re such a pathetic little slut. You would let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn’t you?”