When he was sure I wasn’t going to get up, he returned the elixir to the end table and stepped farther away from me.
The chill of his absence was so all-consuming I felt my throat close again, but I forced back my tears as he perched himself in the chair he had brought in from the other room.
So he could watch me.
I knew Shem liked to watch.
This had been his plan all along. He wanted to watch me beg for him as I fucking sat here, needing him so badly I felt like I was literally going to lose my mind.
He crossed an ankle over his knee and leaned back in his chair, watching me as I writhed in agony on the couch.
My cock was throbbing uncontrollably, and a steady stream of cum had begun to leak from my tip. It was too much to just be pre-cum. It was as if the potion had kicked my balls into overdrive, and I was so full that it had to escape somehow, despite the fact I wasn’t able to orgasm.
“What a desperate,patheticlittle mess you are,” Shem crooned, his tone taunting. I peeked at him through my lashes, my chest heaving as I panted, my wrists literally bleeding from how hard I was fighting the restraints. His eyes were glowing, and it was clear how much he enjoyed seeing me like this. He was always trying to get a reaction out of me, and I rarely gave him one. This was his chance to punish me for all the times I had refused to rise to his bait.
“Are you my desperate little slut, Gabriel?”
I nodded, not giving a fuck about my pride at all. The faster I gave him what he wanted, the faster this would be over, and I could make sure he never put this evil shit on me again.
“Say it.”
“I’m your desperate little slut,” I growled, and Shem hummed.
“Yes, you are. Youneedme, don’t you?”
Even in my completely unhinged state, his words cut through the lust and caused me to pause.
That was an odd thing for him to say.
“Yes,” I swallowed, unable to stop myself from rocking my hips again. My cock slid around in its own cum with the movement, and I thanked Satan for that small, tiny bit of friction.
“Tell me that you need me, Gabriel.”
“I need you, baby. I need you so fucking bad,” I rasped, and his eyes widened slightly. His own cock was hard in his slacks. The sight of it made my mouth water so violently I was forced to swallow again.
He was staring at me with a strange look on his face that I couldn’t understand. After an excruciatingly long moment, he spoke. His voice cameout oddly hesitant and careful, and I blinked in surprise at how out of character he sounded.
“You need me?” he repeated, sounding unsure.
I frowned again, wondering where the fuck this was coming from, but I nodded.
“Yes, baby. I would be lost without you.”
Every time I called him baby, he flinched like I’d hit him, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop. He made a low humming sound, and once again, I was struck by how serious he looked. He wasn’t smiling or laughing at how much pain I was in. He was watching me with a dark sort of intention, his green eyes burning a hot path from my cock to my face and back again. Suddenly, that strange softness that had been present in his voice vanished, and his lip curled in disgust.
“Look at you, leaking all over yourself because you need me so fucking bad.” He hissed, and I groaned, frustrated by his abrupt regression back to the crueler version of himself.
“I am. I’m leaking for you. Ineedyou, Shemhazai.”
“Sodesperate.” He rubbed himself over his pants, licking his lips. “You’re such a pathetic little slut. You would let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn’t you?”
I swallowed but nodded, unable to deny him as another hot rush of desire rolled through my body. Everywhere he had rubbed the oil into me was swollen, pink, and hot.
“What if I wanted to keep you all to myself? Would you let me?” he asked.
“Of course, I would. I already told you?—”
“Shut up,” he snarled, and I snapped my mouth shut.
