“Did he hurt you?”
“No, I told you he didn’t touch me?—”
“He doesn’t have totouchyou to hurt you, Ryan,” Cal growled. He tapped his finger gently on my temple. “Did he hurt you up here? I saw the look on your face. He made you feel ashamed of yourself.”
My cheeks flushed, and my mouth fell open in surprise. For some reason, even though we had been together for a few months now, it still surprised me how much he paid attention to me.
“I—, uhm… I don’t?—”
Cal gripped my jaw firmly, his dark eyes flashing with anger. I knew he wasn’t angry with me. He was angry that he couldn’t kill the man that had hurt me.
“I promised you I wouldn’t murder any more people, and you promised me you would be what I needed when the urges came.”
I couldn’t even speak; I just nodded, swallowing loudly.
“I need you to see yourself the way I see you.” He jerked his head toward the mirror he had set up, and I glanced at it in confusion.
“Put your hands on either side of the mirror and bend over. Look at yourself,” he ordered.
“Cal, I can’t. This is too much; someone could walk back here at any moment?—”
He cupped my rock-hard dick over my pants and let out a low rumbly growl in my ear.
“Don’t act like you don’t fucking love it. You love that someone might see. You get off on the fear, Ryan. Now, let’s skip the part where you pretend you don’t want this before I hunt that cunt down and rip his goddamn intestines out in the parking lot.”
I whimpered, crushing my eyes closed against the intense wave of excitement and fear that his words drew out of me.
Finally, I nodded and did what he said.
Putting my hands on each side of the mirror, I gripped the rack as Cal reached around my waist. He wasted no time undoing my jeans. I shuddered as he slipped my pants down over my ass. The cool air on my skin was an immediate cue that we were about to do something super fucking illegal. If we got caught, we would absolutely get arrested.
“Eyes open, Ryan. I want you to look at yourself while we do this.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d shut my eyes, but they flew open at his words. Staring at myself this close to the mirror was incredibly awkward for some reason.
I watched my own cheeks flush red as I made eye contact with myself.
I hated that I blushed so much.
I hated that I was ginger.
It had just been one more thing for people to make fun of me for…
He cracked a hand over my ass so hard I hissed in pain.
“Whatever you’re thinking is going to get you punished, ginger snap.”
I flinched as I felt the familiar dribble of cold lube splash against my bare cheeks, and I frowned.
Did he just carry packets of lube everywhere he fucking went?
“Cal—fuck!”I whined, inadvertently closing my eyes again as he scooped a finger full of lube directly into my hole. He pumped in and out of me, digging deep to find my prostate.
My cock surged as his fingers hit that magical spot, and I whimpered as he stroked me.
“What did I just say? Eyes open. Look at yourself. Look at that beautiful face. Tell me what you see.”
“Cal—” I complained. I didn’t want to look at myself. I didn’t think I was beautiful. Never in my life had I looked at myself and thought I was attractive. I was too freckly, too pale. My hair was too red.
