Chapter 13
Torren
Felix stands before me, completely naked, and it’s hard to believe that he’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
His slender, long body, covered in pale skin, looks like something Michelangelo would have carved from marble.
Without his clothes, I can truly see his shape—he has surprisingly broad shoulders and a thin waist that leads to long, toned legs.
Need floods my bloodstream, my body growing hot.
This is when I’m supposed to stop.
But the mischievous glint in Felix’s eyes hypnotizes me. He stares at me, challenging me to make a move, proving that he chose this. He sought me out and wants this.
Felix’s eyes widen as I close the distance between us. I walk slowly. Menacingly. Giving him the time he needs to turn on his heels and run as far away from me as possible, but he doesn’t.
He moves toward me.
We close the distance between us and meet beneath a pale spotlight that moves ever so slightly due to the ventilation system.
My hand slowly rises and connects with his neck. Not tightly—just enough to give him one last chance to flee, but he doesn’t. His eyes roll back, and he releases a satisfied sigh that makes my monster purr.
The Torren I am by day screams in my mind, begging me to let him go and get the hell out of here, but the beast inside speaks instead.
“You just couldn’t stay away, could you?
” My voice is unrecognizable. Each word I speak is delivered within the hot exhale of a growl.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this, Felix. Why couldn’t you stay away?”
Felix replies, his voice slightly strained from the pressure of my hand on his throat. “Because I want it. Give it to me, Torren. Please.”
That’s when the last tether of restraint I have snaps.
With my hand still on his neck, I maneuver him to the private cabins at the back of the dungeon. Felix doesn’t struggle; he reads my body like a book, knowing exactly where to step and turn to ensure there’s zero resistance.
Cabin 9 is available. Good.
I toss Felix into the room, where he lands against an examination table. He turns to me, panting, with a wild look in his eyes.
The way he’s leaning over the table makes him look so vulnerable. The curve of his ass makes my mouth water, and my hands itch to touch him. I turn my gaze to the wall of equipment, trying to decide which one I want to use. My fingers trail along a black leather belt.
There are rules here—signs of consent. Safe words. Conversations about limits.
But something in me, something old and vicious, takes over.
I snap the belt, the crack echoing off the walls. Mirrors surround us, and the vision of Felix’s body, startling at the sound of the belt, can be seen everywhere. Nothing beats a naked man shaking with fear.
My mind swirls with the possibilities, but lands on a fantasy starring Felix Hargrove that has lived rent-free in my mind since I saw him.
I crack the belt again, then point to the floor. “On your knees,” I command. Felix lowers to his knees, his eyes never disconnecting from mine. “Crawl to me. Slowly.”
Felix inches his way along the floor on all fours. “Good boy.”
He gasps at my approval, and the look on his face is utter perfection.
He loved it—adored the praise.
Once he’s at my feet, he looks up at me, awaiting my next command.
“Say you want it to stop, Felix. Tell me you don’t want this.”
Still on his knees, he rises off his hands and puffs out his chest. “Never,” he rasps out.
I point to my boots. “Clean them.”
He looks at my boots, momentarily confused, before I clarify my command. “With your tongue.”
Felix wastes no time lowering his head to my boots and licking them clean. I stroke my cock as I watch the reflection of his naked body, lowered in submission, cleaning my boots with his tongue.
I use the boot he’s cleaning to guide his head to the other one and say, “I bet you’ve never even had tap water over there at Mayor’s Mansion—just champagne from a crystal flute. Yet, here you are licking my filthy boots.”
Felix moans, and my chest rumbles with another growl. My snarl is loud as I grip his hair and raise him off the ground. I haul him to the table and bend him over, tossing the belt aside because I want to feel the heat of his ass against my hands.
I look at him through the mirror’s reflection once more. He grips the sides of the table, a devilish smirk curling his lips, waiting for me to make a move.
So, I do. I give him a hard spank on his ass and watch as my handprint appears in a deep shade of red. I lock eyes with him in the mirror again, and he says, “Thank you, sir.”
Sir. “Good. Fucking. Boy.”
He smiles again, and I unleash on his ass, spanking him hard and fast, over and over again.
My eyes are torn between watching his ass turn red and gazing at the look of ecstasy mixed with agony on his face through the mirror.
His back is arched, his face turned upward, and he grunts as I spank him.
He doesn’t cry out as others do; he holds it in, showing how fucking ready he is for this.
My vision blurs, and I can feel the drool dribbling down my chin.
I stop and fall to my knees, nipping his bruised ass with my teeth. My hands spread his cheeks apart, revealing his pink little hole.
I dive in face-first and feast on his ass, circling his rim with my tongue before fucking his hole with it. He gasps again, panting as I eat him out with fervor. His skin tastes metallic, and his sweat smells like freshly fallen rain. I lean back to gaze at my handiwork.
Red. So red.
I stand once more and kiss up his back before taking a bite of his shoulder. “This is what you get with me, Felix. I don’t fuck. I ravage.”
I snag the belt off the ground before grabbing him by the back of his head again and leading us to the wall. I trap him against it with my body, because I want to see the reflection of his face pressed against it as I fuck him into the next room with the belt around his neck.
There’s a lube dispenser close by, and I pump some into my hands.
I slick my cock, then rub some on his hole, massaging his rim with my fingers. He pushes his sweet little ass out to give me a better angle. “Good boy.”
He moans in response, eating up the praise again. I slide a finger in and curl it, massaging his prostate. His hand slaps against the mirror, his hot breath fogging the glass as he pants and whines for more. I slide another finger in and fuck his asshole, making sure he’s good and loose.
He pushes his ass out some more, and I can’t help but angle his head closer to me and nibble on his ear, then whisper, “Look at you, presenting yourself to me.”
“It’s yours, Torren. I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me.”
“I love a needy bottom. I’m gonna hit spots you didn’t know existed.”
Time slows. Pressure builds in my head, blurring my vision for a moment as I begin wrapping the belt around his neck.
“If you don’t like it, say it.” Then I lean a little closer and whisper, “Say it.”
“Never,” he gasps. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, a look of conviction on his face that I can’t help but admire. It’s a challenge—he knows it is, and he isn’t backing down. “I want all of you, Torren. Every last bit of what you can give me, I’ll take it.”
I pull the leather belt tighter and slide my cock inside.
His eyes roll back, but he doesn’t struggle.
No, he pushes back, meeting each of my thrusts.
Our bodies collide, my hips slamming against his ass.
Then I loosen the belt. He gasps for air, heaving and groaning, then meets my gaze through the mirror once more and says, “Again.”
My gaze closes in on his lips. I’ve wanted them for so long.
I turn his head to me and run my thumb along his lower lip.
His breath is hot and smells like bubblegum.
His eyes roll back when I stick my finger in his mouth, and he instinctively sucks.
I smear his saliva along his mouth, making them glow under the harsh lighting.
I can’t hold it in anymore. My lips connect with his, and we kiss. My eyes roll back, and my body feels like it’s floating. Felix tastes like heaven. If heaven existed. Our tongues dance, and I press my hips to him, rutting against him as I savor his sweet taste.
It’s too much. Too intense. I rip my head away and pull the belt tighter, watching my cock slide in and out of his perfect ass.
He’s gaping now, wide open for me. I leave his ass entirely before sliding back into the base, relishing the feel of his warm, velvety hole wrapped around my cock. It’s perfect.
I can feel my orgasm, and it’s intense. The sound of our bodies smacking against one another echoes against the walls. My free hand slaps the mirror with each thrust.
My vision tunnels, and the sound of our bodies melts into a sustained white noise. Control is gone. I pump with fervor, feeling my orgasm coming, hot and euphoric.
My release is so intense that a scream rips from my throat, and my fist pounds into the mirror, causing it to shatter.
Shards fall.
They slice his skin.
His face is blue.
That’s what snaps me out of it. I’m me again, and Felix isn’t saying anything. His body is limp, and the blood that trickles from his cuts jettisons me back to that awful night.
He begins to fall, but I catch him and cradle him in my arms.
Is he breathing?
I can’t tell.
No. No. No. No.
I look at myself in the fractured mirror and see what I’ve become.
The monster.
“Help! Medical!”
I went too far. I knew I’d go too far.
“MEDICAL!” My voice is strained, and the agonizing fear that I killed Felix makes me lose my mind. I kneel to the ground, tears staining my cheeks, screaming while I rock back and forth with his limp body in my arms.
Then he starts to cough, his eyes slowly blinking open.
“Torren?” he asks in a small, pained voice.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I say it over and over again until club staff barrel into the room, lifting him from my lap and carrying him off to the doctor on-site.
Felix’s low, croaky voice calls to me, begging me to look at him, but I can’t.
I can never look at him again.