My hands shook as I rushed to do what he said. He stood completely still as he watched me get undressed. It was almost eerie as if he were a predator waiting for the perfect moment to descend on his prey.
When I was out of my clothes and standing completely nude before him, he nodded.
“Get in the tub, Mr. Fairview.”
I frowned. He had never called me that before, and I didn’t like it. It felt foreign and detached. Like I wasn’t a person to him anymore.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” he growled, and I forced down my discomfort. I had asked for this, and I wasn’t going to back out now.
Ignoring the slight tremble in my legs, I climbed into the tub and leaned back against the side with no faucet.
Cal approached the tub, and he loomed over me for a moment, his dark eyes sliding down my naked, prone body.
He licked his lips, then snatched up the scalpel he had been eyeing.
He perched on the edge of the tub, still staring at me with those terrifyingly dead eyes. The quavering bass of the dubsteprolled around us, and he slowly peeled the plastic off the instrument.
Cal twisted slightly so he could allow his eyes to wander over my body again, and they fell on my dick, which was embarrassingly soft.
“Why aren’t you hard?” he asked, glancing up at me again. “I expect you to stay hard for me for the duration of this process, Mr. Fairview.”
Despite my absolutehatredfor the way he kept calling me by my last name, the dominance in his tone had my cock immediately thickening in response to his order. He watched my dick grow hard, and I expected a smirk or a smile, but he gave me nothing.
“Good” was all he said, spinning the scalpel between his fingers.
“Give me your arm.”
Glancing at the scalpel nervously, I swallowed but complied. I put my hand in his lap, and he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, firmly pulling my arm straight across his knee.
He gently stroked the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of my bicep, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he did so.
His touch made me squirm slightly. It was sensitive and ticklish when he stroked it with the pads of his fingers. My cock throbbed as he teased the area, and I let out a shuddering breath.
“I’m going to cut you, and you will thank me while I do it. Is that understood?” he asked, tightening his grip on my wrist and forcing my arm straighter.
“Yes, angel.”
His eyes darted to meet mine, and his eyebrows rose in surprise. His monster flickered out of focus, and for a split second, my Cal was back. It was only for a moment, then the darkness swallowed him whole.
“You will call memasterwhile you are in this tub, Mr. Fairview.”
I frowned but forced myself to nod. This was about him and his needs. If he needed me to call him master to reclaim this moment, I would do it.
“Yes, master.”
“Good boy.”
He returned his attention to my arm and positioned the tip of the scalpel against the inside of my bicep.
The first slice sent a confusing mix of pain and ecstasy shooting through my body. My cock surged between my legs, but I was unable to stop the whimper of pain that escaped my lips as hot blood spilled down my arm.
I expected him to pause at the sound, but he just continued to cut me. I writhed in the tub, caught up in a complicated mix of feelings and emotions.
“What do we say, Mr. Fairview?” Cal asked, his tone dry and bored as he carved another line into my flesh.
“Thank you!” I whimpered, fisting my free hand at my side against the pain.
“Thank you, what?” he drawled, slicing another deep line into my skin. My crimson blood was bright against the flesh of my arm but seemed to disappear as it slid down the black basin of the tub.
