He’d been trying to figure out how to respond to Rin’s question. One way would get him what he wanted and the other would surely have his tormenter refusing to give it to him. But which way to go?
“You read me so well earlier,” Rin said. “I’ll forgive you for faltering now. You can just answer honestly. I won't force you to needlessly suffer, not while you’re being so good for me. So, what’ll it be, Bay? Should I punish you? Do you need that to take this all the way?”
He actually did, because as turned on as he currently was, there was still the edge of uncertainty creeping at the corners of his mind, keeping him from slipping into that chaotic headspace. Bay loved that state of being, where the only thing that mattered was granting his body erotic release.
Whenever that happened, he wasn’t an empty husk of a person. He was full. Buzzing and bright. It was like the high he got when he was speeding at impossible speeds on his hover bike, but kicked up twelve notches.
If Bay was going to make it through this, force himself to come in front of a student, he was going to have to enter that place.
“Yes,” the single word sounded like a gunshot to his ears, but at the same time, the second it was out there, his shoulders lost some of their tension. His hand worked its way down his length and slicked back up again and, without having to be reminded, he took his time teasing his crown before repeating the motion.
“Would you like another choice, Kitten?”
Bay froze.
That tone had been different from all the rest. Raw and unfiltered.
He tried to make out Rin’s gaze but couldn’t see more than the outline of his face and a flash of teeth, curtesy of the light from the guy’s multi-slate.
It hadn’t sounded like a threat, and yet…It hadn’t not sounded like one either. There was so much dark, delicious promise in it, in fact, that Bay was left confused all over again. He couldn’t guess the trap. Didn’t know which was the safest way forward. It was clear in the way Rin remained silent, waiting for him to come to a decision, that he wasn’t going to give him any hints this time either.
It was sick, he was sick, but Bay was suddenly reminded how this was it for him. This was all he was going to get. There was no doubt in his mind if he didn’t keep his word and leave Sila alone from here on out, his brother was going to gut him and scatter his entrails all over the city. This was the one and only chance he would ever have at being with a Varun and, sure, they weren’t the same, but at this point? He’d take what he could get.
Or, more accurately, he’d take the way that left him still breathing at the end of it.
“Yes please,” he said, still idly stroking himself.
“You come and you leave here alive,” Rin reiterated, and Bay nodded. “Fast or slow?”
“Fast!” He didn’t even have to consider that one. As it were, if they kept up like this he’d never get there.
“Turn around and put in the knife, Kitten.”
Bay shifted on his knees until his back was to Rin, bringing the handle to his mouth. His tongue swirled around the wood, trying his best to wet it in a short time. Then he bent forward and awkwardly turned the knife around in his hand. He had no clue whether or not he was successfully giving the other man a good enough view, but all of his focus went to trying to finagle the tip of the handle to his hole. The second he felt it bump against him there, he paused.
“You chose fast,” Rin reminded. “No prep.”
And there was the hidden caveat Bay hadn’t been able to locate. It should enrage him, but instead he felt his insides twist.
Rin hadn’t been making things up. Bay did sometimes force his body to take things without properly stretching himself open. That sharp burst of pain, receding to intense pleasure, created a high for him unlike anything else.
He began to slowly ease the handle in, biting down on his tongue at the rough feel, but holding the blade was awkward, and he’d barely managed a few centimeters before he felt a different kind of sting.
Bay cursed and dropped the knife, pulling his hand back to inspect the fresh wound he’d just stupidly given himself. The blade had sliced through the side of his palm, right between his forefinger and thumb. Fortunately, it wasn’t deep and there was no fear he’d done any real damage.
Unfortunately, his relief was short lived.
He registered the sound of boots crunching in the debris a second too late. One second, he was checking his injury, and the next Rin was grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and folding him over. His forehead was pressed into the dirt and held there and, even though he tried to push himself back up, it was no use against the other man’s strength.
“All that talk about punishment must have really gotten to you,” Rin growled over him. “What did I say before? If you were going to be cut by someone, it was going to be me.”
Fear built up and Bay floundered. “I didn’t mean it!”
Rin had kept him on his knees, his ass lifted high in the air. When his hand came down on his left cheek, it was with enough force that Bay’s entire body vibrated.
He cried out at the sudden assault, tears pricking his eyes as he waited for another strike that didn’t come. In his current position, Bay could make out his fully erect cock swinging between his legs and knew Rin had to have a good view of it too.
“Since I’m not convinced you didn’t just cut yourself on purpose,” Rin stated. “I’ll take things from here.”
