Chapter 22
Stupid. So stupid to tell him he wouldn't be back for days.
He should have said a few hours instead.
Or punished him in a different way. With a flogger or a whip, maybe, but…
he'd known Cullen would have liked those. Known because he had been able to see it in the brat’s eyes for all those years.
The bored, unsatisfied look every time Walker had finished fucking him…
it had made it so obvious to Leviathan what he'd needed.
He'd studied his every move during that time locked away. Caught glimpses of Cullen’s eyes lingering on certain movies or posters, seen the flush in his face and the slight hint of guilt in his eyes when Walker would ask him what he was reading.
It had all been so obvious…so of course he couldn't use any toys for punishment. Not yet.
So he'd worked him up until he was a strung out mess again, until his pulse was racing and his body writhing with need…and then he'd left him.
And spent two whole days locked away in his own bedroom, listening intently to Cullen's harsh breaths and his pleading, broken voice. He'd listened and worked himself up until he felt damn near out of his mind…
And now he’d finally deemed the punishment over. Now he would go see how much respect the brat had.
His breaking point had definitely not come from some strange tightening in his chest when Cullen’s sobbing had grown more broken. No, definitely not.
He paused just outside the brat’s door.
He could hear his quickening heartbeat as he sensed Leviathan. Could hear the sharp intake of breath and even see into his mind to know that he was ready, he would be good, despite his anger. Bent, but not broken, that much was clear.
Still. As long as he was willing to behave…
He pushed open the door, pausing in the doorway when he saw Cullen’s body go stiff. His legs were still strapped tightly in place with vines, a dried mess on his thighs and thin lines of blood flowing down his calves. It took Leviathan too long to find his voice.
“Good morning.” He murmured finally, keeping his voice carefully blank. “How do you feel?”
Was that a sick fucking joke?
How did he feel?
As if he hadn't been crying for two straight days.
With anxiety. With pain. With guilt. All of it eating him alive while he struggled against these damn bindings that had continued to prick into his calves.
Blood ran down his legs and hands. There was even a small pool of it beneath him, and under his wrists on the bed, the red sheets stained with black now.
Black.
Demon blood.
The realization had only made him cry harder.
But he knew it wouldn't be smart to answer Leviathan with rudeness, with anger, and even if he wanted to, what came out was only a broken, half-pleading whisper.
“You have been gone…” He breathed through a thick throat. “For two days.”
“Yes, I was quite busy. Prince of Hell stuff, you wouldn't want to hear about it.”
Something about the nonchalance in his voice made tears spring to Cullen's eyes again.
His lips trembled as he whispered, “It hasn't gone down since you left.” His voice broke; he instantly buried his face in the bed to hide the tears.
To hide the shame that, though he was furious and heartbroken and mortified with himself, he still wanted Leviathan to take care of the damn problem.
“Good.” Leviathan purred, moving closer. “It wasn't supposed to.” His hand came down gently on Cullen’s bare lower back, making him jump and whimper, his hands balling into tight fists in the sheets. A soft gasp left Leviathan’s mouth. “If you wish, pet, I will help you again.”
He swallowed hard, hesitating for a brief moment before he nodded against the sheet, tears slipping down his face at the shame.
I'm so sorry, Walker. His chest tightened with the words, but the guilt was quickly forgotten as Leviathan’s hand dipped lower down his back.
“I'm glad we've gotten to this point, Cull.” He whispered, lowering his fingers to his entrance.
Cullen gasped and tensed, his hips pushing back impatiently despite the thorny vines biting into him with the movement.
Leviathan ran his fingers over him slowly, his breath catching again, and then he was easing a finger inside of him and Cullen was moaning softly, his body tensing at the intrusion.
“Fuck.” The word came out so harsh and quiet that Cullen almost didn't hear it. But he felt the shift in Leviathan’s hand as he leaned closer, felt the pumping of his finger grow a little faster, and moaned softly, pressing his face into the sheet as his back arched.
“Faster.” He pleaded as his cock rubbed and twitched against the sheet under him.
Leviathan exhaled harshly and pressed a firm hand to the center of his back, holding him still. “Beg me.”
Fuck. “No.” He hissed, heat coiling slowly in his gut. He groaned and pressed back against him and Leviathan snarled, his fingers digging into his back.
“Beg me,” he breathed, pressing in two more fingers. “Or I'll leave you for another week.”
He clutched at the bed with a groan, his body growing hot and tense as the fire began to lick its way through his veins. Far more intense than it had ever been with Walker.
“Cullen.” The word was a command and, to his dismay, he found his mouth opening, the words nearly coming out.
His long fingers slid deeper, their pumps staying slow and gentle.
Cullen snarled softly, furious at the softness he'd always hated so much coming from somebody he knew didn't fuck that way.
“Levi–” He broke off with a grunt of surprise as his fingers curled inside of him, hitting a bundle of nerves that made his vision flare white for a few heartbeats.
“Oh…wow…” He breathed as Leviathan stilled.
He'd hit the same spot when they'd had sex, of course, and Walker had done it once in a while as well, but for it to be done in such a firm, deliberate move…
Leviathan chuckled softly and pressed into the spot again, rubbing it gently as Cullen cried out and trembled with need.
His orgasm slammed into him seconds later, rocking through him until he felt himself calm a bit, his body relaxing a fraction as Leviathan drew his hand away from him. He'd barely touched him at all.
“More?” Leviathan asked softly, bending down to press a kiss between his shoulders.
Cullen hesitated, more tears gathering in his eyes as he felt his erection rub against the bed. It still hadn't gone down. It had been so long since he'd felt…satisfied. Since his body had felt calm and relaxed…
“Yes. More.” He mumbled, his legs trembling as Leviathan pressed his still clothed hips into his ass.
“Beg me.” He repeated, his lips against his skin.
His face burned with rage and embarrassment, but he only squeezed his eyes closed and whispered, “Please.”
He felt Leviathan’s smile against his skin and then his hands moved between their bodies, pushing his pants down. Cullen gasped, bracing himself as best he could, and jumped when he felt Leviathan’s erection rub against his ass.
It really was fucking massive. He still hadn't seen it but the feel of the damn thing against him…
“You're probably not stretched enough.” Leviathan murmured as he began to prod at his entrance with the tip of his cock. Cullen gasped and flinched at the size of it, shifting nervously. “Maybe I should fuck you anyway and make that the last of your punishment…”
His hands curled tighter in the blanket. “Please…” He whispered. “I-I don't want it to hurt.” It had last time. A bit. He'd kept his mouth shut though, needing the release more than he'd needed delicacy.
Leviathan mused, kissing slowly down his back before his hand moved to his ass again. He cried out in shock when two fingers pressed into him, his body giving a small jolt before he began to press back into him.
Leviathan worked him open quickly, his fingers stroking deep and quick until Cullen was panting again, his body shifting with each new pump into him. He let out a breathless moan and Leviathan made a soft, impatient sound before adding a third finger.
“Fuck.” Cullen groaned, pressing his face into the blanket.
“Louder.” Leviathan breathed, his voice rough. His fingers shifted with the word, his thrusts getting quicker and pressing deeper into him until Cullen was moaning loudly as a new orgasm began to bloom in his belly.
Tears welled in his eyes and seconds later he whipped his head to the side, looking back at him as best he could. “I'm ready.” The words were weak and breathless.
“Not yet.” Leviathan whispered, pumping his fingers quicker. His hand came down on the center of his back, holding him still.
“Please…” Cullen whimpered, squirming in his bindings. “Please…”
Leviathan swore under his breath and tore his hand out of him, quickly replacing it with his cock. Cullen gasped as he pushed into him, his body tensing. Leviathan swore again and grabbed at his ass, spreading him open further as he slid in. “Relax.” He hissed.
He tried, but his body was too wound up to listen. Leviathan snarled softly but didn't pause, filling him smoothly until he was buried fully inside. Cullen trembled at the size of him, at the feel of him rubbing against his prostate.
“I…I don't think I can handle…” He broke off with a cry as Leviathan began to move, his hips pumping into him again and again. He groaned at the rough treatment, snapping his teeth down on the blanket under him to muffle the sounds coming from him.
Amazing. Amazing and overwhelming and perfect. He kept hitting that spot and the tears were instantly slipping from Cullen’s eyes, his body tensing with need.