12. Zane #3
“When was the last time someone fucked you?” I asked, and there’s something dark in my tone as I voice the question.
“A person?” Hyacinth curls his fingers against the wood. “Five months.” He shakes his head lightly, and I don’t know what to make of that.
“What kind of toys do you use?” I murmur, and the idea of it has me thrusting into him hard, fast, as I think about him fucking himself on something artificial because he hasn’t been fucked in several months.
“Butt plugs.” Hyacinth whimpers and pushes back against my thrust. “Dildos. Large ones. Larger than you.” He meets my next thrust and tightens his hole for me, making me momentarily forget about the small taunt.
I’ll pay him back for that later.
Except there won’t be a later, or at least, not a later that matters.
“Did they vibrate?” I ask, wanting every detail. “Did you wear them when you were out and about? When you were killing?” I try to imagine him wearing a butt plug the day he’d tried to kill me.
He laughs softly. “I’m good, but not that good. And an erection would stand out in the dresses.”
So it would.
I pick up the pace, angling so that I can nail his prostate on each stroke. I know when I’ve found it because his back arches and he lets out a soft cry, and I memorize those sounds as they spill past his lips.
It’s a shame I won’t hear them again.
He bends so beautifully for me, and his ass welcomes every single thrust.
I bury my face against his neck, biting down hard and leaving a mark as I suck a bruise into his skin. He’ll wear my mark to the grave.
I have the perfect moment to choke the life out of him.
Why am I not doing it?
I tell myself it’s because I haven’t given him that orgasm yet, but something’s nagging at me even as I reach around to take his cock firmly in hand. I start to stroke him in time with my thrusts, my breathing turning ragged as he clenches around me.
“Once you come,” I murmur, “I’m finished with you. You know that, don’t you?”
Hyacinth laughs and lets his head loll against his bicep. “Yeah. That’s fine. It’s all fine. Who even cares anymore?”
The fact that he might not care unsettles me.
What the fuck had happened tonight?
I find myself wanting to know.
More answers I’ll never get if I kill him.
If.
I keep stroking him, and my body tenses as I get close to my own climax. I squeeze his cock again, harder, eliciting another sound from him.
“Come for me,” I coax as my orgasm teeters just out of my reach. Feeling his ass clutch my cock will be enough to send me over the edge.
Hyacinth moans and jerks his hips forward into my hand. I feel it pulse, and the cum splashes onto my hand while his hole tightens around me and tries to drain my cock dry.
I don’t let up on him, even as he shudders and lets out a sound of protest. I work his oversensitive cock right up until the point where I’m filling the condom with a groan of my own.
I keep leaning against him, letting out a slow breath before I inhale deeply to memorize the scent of his blood lingering in my nostrils, the scent of sex in the air.
It’s time.
I dig my fingers into his hips and prepare to pull out.
As soon as I do, I need to kill him.
Hyacinth grunts. “Are you… are you going to stay inside me all night?”
The longer I stay inside of him, the longer it’ll be before I have to end this.
I realize I don’t want to do it. I want to feel this again, to have him submit to me again. I want to send him into subspace, so deep that he can’t even remember what words are by the time I’m done with him.
Dangerous thoughts.
I pull out, tying off the condom and tossing it into the wastebasket nearby.
“That eager to be done?” I ask him.
“My ass was sore,” Hyacinth answers.
I turn back to face him, readying myself to grasp that slender neck and squeeze the life out of him.
My lips part in surprise when I see him standing off to one side of the cross, one hand free and undoing the remaining cuff.
For fuck’s sake.
I close the distance between us, grabbing his free wrist. I should’ve known he wouldn’t go to death like a lamb to slaughter, but that doesn’t mean I can let him walk out of here. He’ll only continue to try to kill me, and that isn’t the sort of life I want.
Of course, if I do kill him, I’ll bring the wrath of the Cuores onto me.
Better that than to be dead.
Hyacinth smiles at me. “What? You were being slow.”
I twist his arm behind his back.
What the fuck do I do now?
Kill him.
He’s naked, weaponless, but not helpless.
Of course, I’m also naked, weaponless, but not helpless.
Are we evenly matched? I’m bigger than he is, but he’s demonstrated how agile he is. I could call for Bill, but this is personal.
Hyacinth rests his head against the arm still attached to the cross. “I know I said you could kill me, but I remembered I do have a few things to live for. If we could… if we could… Fuck.”
He trails off with a sharp sniff.
I frown and, still holding his arm, look at his face.
Tears stream down his cheeks.
It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been with someone who needs aftercare.
It is, however, the first time I’ll have to handle it with someone who wants me dead.
Fuck.