“Thank you, master!” I sobbed.
“Good boy,” he murmured. I flinched and waited for another cut, but he seemed to be finished. He was staring at my eviscerated flesh with that dead, blank look on his face, and I wished so badly I could hear what he was thinking.
I peeked at the ruined flesh of my arm, and my eyes widened. He hadn’t been just carving random slices into me.
He had carved hisname.
A crude and bloody‘Callum’had been cut into the flesh of my arm, and my cock throbbed between my legs at the sight of it.
Why was that so fucking hot?
“Thank you, master,” I whispered again, this time meaning it. Something about having his name permanently carved on my body felt so bone-achinglyrightI couldn’t put it into words.
He looked up from his bloody masterpiece, and again, the darkness in his eyes seemed to flicker in and out of focus for a moment.
He lifted my wrist and leaned down over my arm. I gasped as he ran his hot tongue over the raw cuts, lapping up my blood like it was some sort of sweet, liquid dessert. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he laved his tongue over my wounds before dropping bloody kisses up and down my arm.
“Mmmm. You taste so good. Look at all this gorgeous blood,” he purred. I whimpered, and he leaned back, dropping the scalpel back on the table.
He stood up and looked down at me, cocking his head to the side. I felt exposed, lying in the tub naked and bleeding before him while he was still fully clothed.
His gaze fell on my hard, throbbing dick, and he reached for it, wrapping his hand around my thick shaft. I groaned as he leisurely pumped it a few times.
“You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?”
I whined as he ran his thumb over my crown, and he growled.
“Tell me that you like it, Mr. Fairview.”
“I do. I like it. Hurt me, Cal,please.”
His eyes flashed, and I realized my mistake. I had forgotten to call him master and used his name.
He released my cock and wrapped his hand around my throat instead, squeezing hard enough that it hurt.
“Try that again.”
“I’m sorry. Master.Please.Hurt me,” I begged, and he glowered at me, his eyes so dark and cold that I shuddered.
It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger. He was so detached and angry that I wondered if my plan was actually hurting him more than helping him.
“You will need to be punished for that, Mr. Fairview,” he growled before releasing my throat. Without another word, he snatched up one of the pairs of handcuffs I had left for him on the table.
Darkness was consuming my vision.
I knew this was a bad idea.
This wasdangerous.I kept finding myself losing time. I would black out, then suddenly snap back to the bathroom with the blaring bass of Zed’s Dead rattling my bones as I tore into the man I loved.
I barely remembered carving my name into his arm. For a moment, I had been trapped in that concrete room again, chained to a much rustier tub, while Damian burned upmyflesh.
Sometimes, I was in the tub, looking up. But most of the time,Iwas Damian, looking down.
My mind was spinning, and I kept forgetting that Ryan was the person before me. When I looked at him, all I saw was me.
It wasn’t until he called me ‘angel’ that I was able to snap out of it and remember that I was free now.I was in control.
The moment hadn’t lasted. The monster inside me didn’t like the way Ryan had been able to dismantle the illusion with a single word, so I told him to call me master instead.
