“For the record, I would have been so good to you, Kitten. Taken things nice and slow, gotten you loose and open and ready for me. But since that’s not the way you want it…”
“Wait!” His eyes snapped open and his hands landed on Sila’s ankles, though he didn’t try to push him away. He merely left his fingers resting there.
“Changing your mind already?” Sila tipped his head. “Come on. We both know you’re not the indecisive sort. You commit.” He grinned, making sure not to hold back so there was no way Bay could miss it even in the dark. “I like that about you. I’ll give you another chance though, since this is our first time, and I get it. You want me to take all the power so you can tell yourself later that you didn’t want any of this.”
“I don’t!”
“Should I replay you the video?” He clucked his tongue. “My brother and I are identical. If you were thinking about him fucking you, you were basically thinking about me too.”
“No!” The tears started up again, but Sila couldn’t tell if it was due to renewed fear or embarrassment. “I wasn’t! I wanted the good twin!”
“Should I let you in on a little secret?” Sila lowered his voice into a hushed whisper, liking the way that made Bay shudder all over again. He reached down and hauled Bay up into a seated position before crouching down before him. Leaning in, he pressed his lips close to the curve of Bay’s left ear. “There is no good twin.”
He didn’t hold back when he bit him. A burst of copper exploding on his tongue. He was careful not to tear or make any marks that wouldn’t be healed by the next day, but he wanted it to sting.
When he shoved Bay back to the ground, the professor instantly cupped his ear protectively, glaring up at Sila with watery eyes.
He laughed and ran his hand over his mouth, checking the spots of red that smeared over his knuckles. “Okay, Kitten. You’ve convinced me. I’ll go easy on you. Two choices. Option one I gut you like an animal, play with your organs until I lose interest, and leave your body here to rot for however long it might take someone to stumble upon your corpse.”
Bay flinched.
“Option two.” Sila took a large step back and tossed the knife at Bay’s feet. “You put on a private show for me.”
The professor gave him a look like he’d just grown a second head. “What?”
“It’s like I said earlier. I’ll allow you one final fantasy of my brother. You’re going to take that,” he pointed to the weapon, “and use it to get off the same way you use those toys of yours at the Seaside.”
Bay sucked in a sharp breath and Sila rolled his eyes.
“I’m not telling you to sit on the blade. Your ass is no good to me shredded to ribbons. When you’re cut, I’ll be the one doing the carving, thank you very much. Insert the handle, Kitten. I want to see you riding that thing like it’s the pretty purple silicon cock you like so much.”
He’d used the green one in the video Sila had sent earlier, but Bay typically chose a larger toy, one with a suction cup base he attached to either the side of the snack table or the wall at the Seaside.
The knife Sila had selected for the night was roughly six inches long, three for the blade and three for the handle. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the professor, but since this was more about Sila getting off than him…He figured what the hell. It was hotter than handing the guy a broken tree branch or something else equally crass.
If anything, Bay should be grateful Sila felt that way.
He clapped his hands once, the sound echoing around them, and Bay startled. “I won’t be generous forever. Make a choice.”
“Please I…” Bay’s gaze lingered on the knife, staring at it like it was a snake about to bite him. “I can’t do it. I’ve never…In front of someone else…”
“Is that why you’re hesitating?” Sila smiled softly, knowing it would momentarily give the professor a false sense of ease. “Now seems like a good time to tell you that’s not the only video I’ve taken, Professor. I have many.”
The sheer horror that washed over Bay’s face was so hot, Sila wished he was filming so he could keep it forever.
Actually…
“Just because you didn’t know someone was watching,” he began as he activated his multi-slate and undid the device from the strap so he could hold it up in his hands, “doesn’t mean you were actually alone. I’ve been watching you for months now, the only difference is this time I’m letting you know I’m here.”
The device beeped once when he turned on the camera function and he flipped the screen. He switched on night mode, grinning when Bay’s image filled the rectangular box.
“What are you doing?” Bay’s voice came out breathy and terrified.
“Adding to the collection, which one depends on you. Either this is going in the hidden folder with all the other home movies of you, or it’s added to the other one.”
“Other one?”
“Hmm,” Sila nodded. “What? Did you think come was the only bodily fluid I filmed? It isn’t.” That was a lie. He wasn’t stupid enough to film himself taking someone apart, but Bay didn’t need to know that.
