Seymour inhaled sharply. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you fuckin’ want.”
“Go into the men’s room. Enter the last stall. Pull your pants down, make yourself ready, and kiss the wall. I am going to take you fast, I am going to make you mine, and you must remain as silent as possible no matter how hard I fuck you.”
“Christ, yes.” Seymour shuddered.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I sure fuckin’ do.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Seymour didn’t think he’d ever moved so fast in his life.
Even when he was fighting a giant lizard could not compare to the speed he was currently bolting at to find the men’s bathroom. Running with a half-hard dick was not very aerodynamic, but still he flew, ducking and dodging between random monsters as he made his way through the club.
Once he finally found it, he realized he had a new problem.
He wasn’t exactly prepared.
Shit.
The bathroom was posh, decorated in varying shades of red and black, and there was a vending machine on the wall that sold condoms, stamina potions, packs of salt, and small sachets of lubricant.
Seymour patted his pockets in a desperate search for change.
Fuck.
Nothing but that weird sack of whatever from Marsha and the stupid key from his dad.
He stared at the keyhole on the vending machine.
It wouldn’t…
Right?
Seymour stuck the key in, and to his shock, it went right in. He turned it, there was a click, and the front of the vending machine opened. He grabbed a few lube packets, shut the machine, and locked it back.
He was not going to question the power of this key right now, as he had much more important things on his mind.
Namely, getting railed.
Seymour hurried to the last stall and shut it behind him but left it unlocked. He dropped his pants and then opened up the lube so he could slick up his fingers. He leaned against the tile wall and reached back to tease around his hole, gasping as he pushed inside to spread the lube.
It was awkward to open himself in this position, but he went for it hard and fast, trying to get ready. He wanted to show Sariel how obedient he could be, and the desire to please him was intense. Focusing on that also sure beat the hell out of worrying over dying and monsters and all the other crap swirling around in his head.
Being good, yes, that was the most important thing right now.
He let it fog over his mind and take control, letting it be his singular goal until everything else simply didn’t exist. He had only to listen to whatever Sariel commanded him to do, and it was going to be all right.
Everything was going to be fine.
Seymour gasped when he heard the bathroom door open.
He had no idea why it startled him so—he knew Sariel was coming—though he figured it could be from how on edge he was. The anticipation of what was about to happen had his body clenching around nothing, and he pressed his flushed cheek against the cool surface of the wall, trying to steady his breathing.
There was a soft tap at the door.
