“Oh, looks like he’s waking.” Flix acted like he wasn’t aware he’d been awake for a while already. “Anyway, thanksagain. The three of us should grab lunch next time I’m near campus.”
“I’m pretty busy with finals coming up,” Samara said, “but maybe.”
“Really? Well, we’ll see then. Have a good rest of your night.”
“You too!” The beep indicating the video chat had been cut came less than a second after her parting words.
Flix laughed. “She couldn’t wait to get away, don’t you agree, Tiny Terror?” He hummed to himself. “Probably has something to do with your current state of undress. Oh, and maybe all the dried spunk on your back.”
“Wha—” His throat was dry, and he had to pause and try again, “What did you do?”
“Relax,” Flix told him. “The camera is angled to only show us from the chest up. She had no idea you’ve been riding me this whole time.”
“I have not—”
“I supposed that’s true. You’ve mostly just been sitting on my dick like a dead weight. Now that you’re up, care to get to work?” He slapped Aneski’s right ass cheek, chuckling when he jerked in surprise.
There were so many questions swirling around in his head, but he couldn’t seem to get a hold of any of them. All he could do was continue to rest over Flix and try to move his hands. “Why?”
“Struggling?” Flix cradled him closer, moving to wrap his other arm around Aneski’s waist. “Give it another few minutes. You’ve been unconscious for almost four hours, it’s going to take some time to come to your senses.”
“Flix.”
“What? You didn’t really think that was all there was to your punishment, did you?”
No, he hadn’t, but still. This…
“It hurts.” His body had been stretched for too long of a period and his thighs were burning. Not to mention how foreign it felt to be stuffed this full. He wiggled his hips, but Flix instantly dropped a hand to his lower back, stopping him.
“Don’t,” he warned. “You’re too dry down there. You might tear yourself. Believe it or not, blood as lube isn’t really all that appealing to me. Hold on.” He reached for something, jostling Ani in the process, who winced as he was moved and that steel-like rod shoved inside of him hit at a different angle.
Flix rested back a second later, and the pop of a top came a moment before a cold squirt of something dripped down Aneski’s crease. “Should I empty the whole bottle?”
“What is that?”
“I just told you. Lube.”
“Why?” He couldn’t seriously be planning on fucking him again. Like this? Here?
“You sound scared, Ani,” Flix replied, dropping a chaste kiss on the top of Aneski’s left shoulder. “It’s about time.”
“You’re such a bastard.”
“Am I?” Flix sounded genuinely saddened by that fact, but Ani knew it was a lie. As if to prove that fact, he followed it up with, “How about this. Every time you manage to lift yourself off me, I’ll give you a question.”
“What?” He was either too out of it to follow, or that was cryptic as all hell. Probably a bit of both.
“I’m telling you to ride me for real,” Flix reiterated. “I was planning on fucking you anyway, but I’ll have mercy on you this once since you seem to be having such a poor reaction to having been knocked out.”
How had he been knocked out? He couldn’t recall being given a drug. Maybe Flix had used the belt to cut off his air supply?
“What do you say, Tiny Terror?” he asked. “Care to give it a go?”
His fingers curled against Flix’s ribs when he wanted them to. A good sign he was regaining motor functions. “I do this, and you answer my questions?”
“Only as many as you can drag out of me.”
“Stop it.”
