Kazimir was a Devil in and out of the bedroom. He’d fuck Nate into oblivion, come, and then start the whole process up again in under three minutes. It should have been impossible, but Nate had felt him harden while still inside of him mere moments after he’d pumped him full.
Forget never having had rough sex before. Nate had never had sex anythinglike this. It’d never gone hours, for one, and certainly hadn’t crossed that line of comfort and pleasure. His entire being was buzzing with a strange sensation he couldn’tquite place and his mind was a jumbled mess. Thoughts came and went before he could latch onto them, and he was switching between moans and sobbing without even really processing he was doing as much.
Kaz plugged him up and draped his body over Nate’s back, flattening him against the mattress so he could run his lips up the back of his neck and across his shoulders. When Nate sniffled, Kaz undulated, causing him to gasp instead.
It wasn’t just physical things; if Kazimir Ambrose wanted a specific reaction from someone, he got it. He’d wrung so many out of Nate already, had worked him so thoroughly his sense of time was gone. They could have been doing this for days instead of hours and Nate wouldn’t be surprised to learn as much.
He felt disgusting, covered in dried, drying, and still wet come, and his legs ached from being shoved apart. The position had altered; sometimes, he was on his back, other times on his side or bent over like he was now, but the fleshlight never came off, and Kazimir only pulled out for a handful of minutes at most. He’d been well and truly used, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he physically hit his limit. Hell, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Maybe that was how he’d finally put an end to this. Passing out.
Or maybe Kaz would simply continue fucking his unconscious body.
Probably that one.
Kazimir took Nate’s chin and tilted his head on the pillow so that his face was exposed to the air scented with sex and sweat. “What do you say, Nate?” he asked, only slightly out of breath, despite the full-on marathon he’d enacted on this bed. “Still feel like a person? Think carefully before you answer.”
Be prepared to tell him what he wanted to hear, was what Kaz meant. Nate could read between the lines, though barely, with how desperate he felt to take a rest.
That’s what all of this had really been about. Kazimir wasn’t sexually torturing him simply because he was horny, he was doing it to teach a lesson. For the first time ever, Nate wished he’d paid more attention to Bay’s ramblings whenever he entered professor mode and started spouting statistics and facts about psychopaths. He knew a little—enough to decide without a shadow of a doubt that Kaz fit the bill—but not nearly enough to feel like he could properly defend himself.
He was pretty sure Kaz was trying to condition him, and using sex to do it. What he wasn’t clear on was how they’d gotten to this point or why.
“Do you feel good, Pretty Boy?” Kaz said when he didn’t get an answer to his first question fast enough. “Feel,” he pushed in as deep as he could go, grinning when Nate whined, “full?”
His sheathed dick was pressed against the mattress, crushed like the rest of him, and if nothing else, Nate really just wanted that piece of the puzzle gone. He’d been pushed so far past the point of over-sensitivity that it was safe to say this was more akin to sexual sadism than it was regular sex. At least… he hoped so…
“Is this,” his voice was scratchy and raw when he used it and he had to pause for a second before finishing his sentence, “how it usually is with you?”
“How many bed partners do you think would let me fuck them non-stop for six hours?” Kazimir replied, reaching out to run his fingers idly through Nate’s damp hair.
Six hours? His eyes drifted shut of their own accord. “Is that all it’s been?”
“Why? Need to go for another six? We can. I’m good for it.”
Nate had the sense to shake his head, and Kaz hummed in understanding.
“Ready to answer me now, then, babe? Now that you’ve had a taste of what being my sex object is like, you still willing to pay off your debt that way?”
If it was going to be like this each and every time? Of course not.
“You won’t be walking tomorrow,” Kaz noted. “At least, not without my help anyway. Don’t worry, though, I do have something that could fix that problem for you. I know how important it is for you to get to work. Can’t miss your second day at the coffee shop, can you? What would Jones do without you?”
He shuddered at the veiled threat and the way that comment licked at his guilt.
“I don’t have anywhere to be,” Kaz continued. “No plans. Nothing that could take me away from this warm bed and your tight hole. I could stay here the rest of the weekend, in fact, using you to my heart's content.”
Nate snickered before he could help it, a bit too dehydrated and delirious now. “You don’t have a heart, Kazimir.”
“Sure I do,” he disagreed, lowering his lips to the curve of Nate’s ear. “It just doesn’t empathize with yours. I always get what I want, Narek. Even if I have to fuck you senseless, I’ll have you begging for me. Forget about the rest of the world. From now on, you don’t have to worry about pleasing them. I’m the only person you have to care about disappointing. Focus on me, Pretty Boy. Just me.”
It hadn’t even been half a day and yet Kazimir had done exactly what he’d claimed he would. He’d reduced Nate to a thing because, no, no, he did not currently feel like a person. A person had their own autonomy. They had the right and ability to say they didn’t like something. No matter how many timesNate had said it at the start, however, his objections had fallen on deaf ears. Kaz had practically looked through him this whole time, rearranging his body however he liked, all while ignoring Nate’s pleas to stop or pull out.
Even if he tried to argue that he didn’t owe Kaz a damn thing after this, he knew he didn’t have enough power to actually make that so. If the Devil thought you had a debt, you had a debt, plain and simple.
That was another thing Nate wished he’d figured out sooner.
“I don’t want to pay you back with sex,” he murmured, hating himself a little for being so weak. But if he didn’t give in now, what then? He couldn’t see a way around this, a way around giving Kaz exactly what he’d wanted from the start.
