Turning off the water, I hung the fixture back up next to the tub’s faucet and pulled off my pants.
Ryan was moaning and rocking slightly in the tub, his hard cock pointing directly at his face.
I snatched up a fresh scalpel and stepped into the tub with him. It was large enough that I could comfortably kneel by his ass. I ran my hand down the back of his thigh and growled as I ripped the fresh blade out of its wrapper.
“If you’ve had enough, tell me now.” I snarled, but he shook his head frantically.
“No. More. I want more.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as the dubstep blared around us.
Almost feeling angry with him forwantingme to hurt him, I carved a deep line in the back of his thigh, my own cock leaking at the sight of his blood welling through the cut.
He screamed in pain, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I carved another line, snarling.
“Is this what you fucking wanted, Ryan? You want me to fucking torture you? Cut you up like the worthless piece of shit you are?”
‘Who could ever love you, Callum?’
‘Demon boy!’
‘You’re nothing. You don’t deserve to be loved.’
I blinked and realized I had carved another word in Ryan’s thigh.
A bloody and crude‘mine’was staring up at me, and I turned to look at Ryan’s face. He was looking at me with so much hurt and pain in his eyes, and not from the cuts on his flesh.
From what I had said.
“Say red,” I snapped. But he shook his head.
I tossed the bloody scalpel across the room and grabbed his jaw, hovering over him. A confusing mix of devastation, rage, and heat rolled through me as my cock slid against his ass.
“Say red!” I bellowed, but he refused, giving me a sad smile.
“I love you, angel,” he whispered, and the entire world stopped spinning.
Idon’t remember uncuffing him, but I blinked again, and we were lying in the bottom of the tub. He was holding me tightly against him as I shook in his arms. My face was buried in the side of his neck, and I was crying.
“Shh, I’ve got you, angel. You’re alright,” he whispered, stroking his fingers through my hair as I fell apart. “You’re so brave, baby. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you,” he cooed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I was babbling as he stroked me, but he shook his head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I consented to everything you did, Callum. You’re safe. I’m ok, and you’re safe,” he promised, and I shuddered against him, shocked at how much his words comforted me.
He dropped a kiss on my forehead and brushed away the tears on my cheek with his thumb. I looked up at him and found him smiling down at me, his brandy eyes warm and full of a gentle kind of love.
No one had ever looked at me like that before, and it made my heart ache.
“Kiss me,” I found myself ordering, and he complied as he always did when I asked something of him. He leaned down to catch my lips in his, and I groaned as his familiar taste flooded my mouth.
“I need you,” I groaned, and he whimpered as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
Without breaking away from the kiss, I reached for the table and felt around for the lube Ryan had included before fumbling to get the cap off.
“IneedyouIneedyouIneedyou,” I chanted against him, squirting the lube between us, barely caring where it ended up.
Swiping through the slippery substance with my fingers, I hastily reached between Ryan’s legs, smearing it over his crack. Quickly, I coated my dick with some too.
