“Don’t be so sure,” he growled, cock twitching when the hum of the toy switching on reached his ears.
“I’d rather ride a million toys than willingly sit on your dick,” Zane said, head dropping back to expose the long length of his throat as the toy began to fuck into him, each pump causing his hips to roll. He settled back on his heels, wrapping a hand around himself as he began to leak precome. “This feels so good. So perfect. It’s hitting me so deep in all the right places. Nothing’s ever fucked me—” he adjusted the settings, turning them up, “—so hard before.”
Zane’s body twitched and jerked, a sheen of sweat breaking out over him as he gasped and mewled. His brow furrowed and he sucked in his lower lip, working it between his teeth before the dildo must have hit him in a particular spot that had him wailing and careening forward.
He caught himself, but not before Pavel shot closer, hand outstretched to catch him.
Pavel’s fingertips stopped less than an inch away from Zane’s face, his eyes widening as he stared at the offending appendage. He’d almost just…
Zane chuckled and shifted back onto his heels, squeezing his dick instead of stroking it, as though he couldn’t handle allthe stimulation. “You want to take me,” he trailed his other hand up his thigh, “don’t you?”
He rested his clenched fists on his knees, digging his fingernails into his palms to help clear his head as the doctor taunted him.
“Now’s your chance. You could do it. We’re all alone and the door is locked. This is your territory, Pav. No one can stop you. Sure, I’d fight you, but that’s half the appeal, isn’t it? You like the way I resist.”
He really did.
He liked the rush he got whenever he forced the delectable doctor to accept him. To submit.
“Submit?” Zane quirked a brow and Pavel realized he must have spoken that single word aloud. “I don’t think so. If you want me, you’re going to have to take me, before this rubber cock completely ruins me for the real thing. It feels so good. It’s stretching me so wide and pounding me—”
“That’s enough, Doctor.” He wouldn’t fall for this. Pavel felt blood pool beneath his nails and dug in harder.
Zane quieted for a moment and tipped his head, the buzz of the toy filling the space between them. With a sigh, he reached back into the bag, only this time he didn’t pull anything fun from it.
“What are you—” Pavel sprang to his feet the second Zane brought the edge of his star crystal dagger to his own throat. “Doctor.”
“Not everyone is capable of gaining the upper hand with me,” he said, still rocking on the toy as though he wasn’t threatening his own life. “Where’s the video stored?”
“It’s on my multi-slate.”
“Any backups?”
“No,” he cursed, “no. I was never going to use it against you anyway, so there was no reason to take it that seriously. I didn’t create a backup.”
“Remove your device and toss it over.”
Pavel did as he was told, unstrapping his multi-slate from his right wrist. Carefully, he bent and slid it toward Zane.
Faster than he could blink, the doctor slammed the hilt of his dagger down, shattering the screen. But before Pavel could move even an inch closer to attempt to disarm him, the blade was back against his jugular.
Zane shook his head. “Sit back down. I’m close.” He clicked his tongue when Pavel went to return to the couch. “Not there. Here.”
Pavel stared at the empty space between Zane and the couch that he indicated with a jut of his chin.
The incredibly small space.
How had they gotten here, and so quickly? He tried to go over all of the rules and terms of the game they’d set, but he’d been distracted. Foolish. He’d allowed himself to fall right into the doctor’s trap even knowing how manipulative Zane could be.
Zane, who was growing impatient. He caught Pavel’s eye and dug the blade against his neck.
The second he saw a spot of red roll down the length of Zane’s throat, Pavel reacted without thought. He slammed onto his knees, grabbing onto the doctor’s wrist to tug the dangerous weapon away. “Don’t.”
His answering grin sent a cold wave racing down Pavel’s spine. Zane leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss, neither of them closing their eyes or looking away.
Shock held Pavel in place, his finger still loosely around Zane’s wrist even though rational thinking had finally caught up with the rest of him.
The doctor would never take his own life.
