“Uh-uh. Eyes on me.”
Zane struggled to comply, lids feeling anvil heavy, hands growing restless at his sides. When he finally managed, he didn’t look up, just stared at the obvious outline of Asa’s hard length pressing against his zipper, mouth watering. Zane wanted it, wanted him. It was clear Asa wanted him, too. This play—thisnew thing Asa was trying—It wasn’t all about Zane and his off-hand remark to Felix. Felix, the traitor.
Asa tapped his chin again. “Look at me, Lois.”
Zane flicked his gaze upwards, goosebumps erupting along his skin at the raw lust in Asa’s expression. It made something throb deep within him, some emptiness he desperately wanted—no needed—Asa to fill.
Asa ran his thumb along Zane’s bottom lip. “Do you have any idea how pretty you are like this? Naked on your knees for me?”
Zane flushed until he was sure he was as red as a tomato. “Shut up,” he muttered, squirming under Asa’s flattery.
Asa caught Zane’s jaw in his palm, digging his fingers in as he dragged him closer until they were almost nose to nose. “What was that, Lois?”
“N-Nothing,” Zane said on an exhalation, cock drooling precum at Asa’s tone and the fingers pinching into his skin.
Asa tsk’d. “I try to be nice. I try to compliment you. But you insist on being a brat. It’s almost like you want to push me.” Zane shivered, biting back a moan. “Is that it? Hmm? Are you hoping I’ll snap and punish you? Spank you and fuck you until you can’t stand? Until you’re all cum-drunk and fucked out?”
“Yes, please,” Zane whispered, reverent. “Use me. Please? Please, Asa? Please? I’ll be so good. So good for you.”
Asa made a noise that sounded like a snarl. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, ignoring Zane’s plea. Zane whined, but did as he was told. “Stick out your tongue.”
Humiliation burned through him, but that was nothing new. Humiliation and excitement were impossibly linked, two halves of a necessary whole when it came to Zane getting off. Somewhere in their marriage, Asa had rewired Zane’s brain, had made him crave degradation, debasing himself for Asa’s amusement and pleasure.
Zane stuck out his tongue, adrenaline spiking through him as Asa leaned into his space once more, opening his own mouth and letting saliva pool on his tongue, before dripping it onto Zane’s. Zane shuddered, desperation clawing like a living thing inside him. He needed Asa, needed this. He just…needed.
“Swallow.”
Before Zane could comply, Asa’s hand was around his throat squeezing just enough to make accomplishing the task difficult. But Zane did as he was told, downing Asa’s offering with an audible gulp, that hazy, blissed out high overtaking his brain. He hadn’t known he could achieve this euphoric feeling without pain, but he welcomed it, letting it overtake him, letting it dull his shame until his only focus was the pleasure that came from letting Asa use him until there was nothing left.
Asa caressed Zane’s cheek. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” Zane said, voice catching on a sob.
Asa made a soothing noise, his gentle caress hypnotic. “That’s right. Mine. All mine. Only I get this from you.”
Zane nodded, hot tears spilling down his cheeks. “Yes. Only you. Only you.”
“Fuck, Lois. Look at you,” Asa taunted. “Already crying and I’ve barely touched you. Do you like being my whore this much?”
More tears flowed as Zane made a hiccuping sound, no longer even cognizant of how humiliating this might seem to an outsider. “You know I do.”
Asa’s thumbs followed the tracks of wetness down his cheeks. “Then say it.”
“I love being a whore j-just for you. Your whore. Yours.”
“Fuck. So obedient, Lois,” Asa said, as Zane took in the obvious signs of his arousal. The bulge in his pants, the way his breaths grew shallow and the scorching way he looked at Zane as he took him apart with nothing more than his words.
“You were made to kneel. Born to serve. Born to be mine,” Asa said, tone almost bored.
Zane nodded, knowing if he tried to speak he might actually break down and weep for real, not because he was sad or hurt or even scared but because the force of his need for Asa was too much to keep inside and there was only one outlet he had available to him at the moment.
“You look so pretty when you cry. You know that? Like…fuck, Lois. It makes me want to ruin you. It makes me want to take you apart in ways that would probably terrify you if I could put a name to them.”
“Do it,” Zane choked. “Do it, Asa. I want you to.”
Asa groaned, palming over his own cock, like he needed the friction. “You have no idea what you’re saying. I wish I could fuck you in front of the whole world, wish I could show everybody how obedient you are, how dirty you are, how well you take whatever I give you.”
Zane was only half listening, more turned on by the tone of Asa’s voice than the words themselves, his eyes glued to where Asa’s hand was rubbing. His tongue darted out over dry lips, hands fisting at his sides as he fought the urge to touch.
