Marcus reaches for my face in slow motion. I see his thumb before he shoves it into my mouth, forcing me to release my lower lip from beneath my teeth.
And now, his thumb is in my mouth, and my brain kind of stops functioning, unsure of what reaction I should have.
Marcus’s rough, deep voice sneaks into my ear like an ancient curse. “Don’t do that. You’ll bleed.”
My lips tremble around his thumb.
That’s the whole point of this surreal experience, though. Me, bleeding and hurting for his sick entertainment and mine.
His thumb slips out of my mouth, and his weight disappears from behind me. Before I can think about the loss, another hit comes.
A moan slips out of me, and I’m about to sink my teeth?—
“Don’t.” His command carries in the air sharper than his whip. “Let me hear your voice, baby.”
Why?
Justwhy?
“Count for me, yeah?”
“F-four,” I whisper, then immediately purse my lips, because that wasnotme. That wanton, husky, needy tone can’t belong to me.
I’ll deny it under oath.
“Good boy.”
The way he purrs it sends a violent jolt straight to my already aching dick, hardening it at a pace that should qualify as a medical emergency.
I try to huff, but it dies in my throat and becomes a groan when he lands another blow, closer to my upper thighs.
And sweet fucking Jesus—I want out. Because how is this feeling so good?
Not just good. More than good.
Life-altering good.
Existential-crisis good.
I’ve never been this horny in my entire goddamn life.
And it terrifies me, becausewhat the hell, me?
There are levels of horny, and apparently, I’ve just unlocked Horny—Pro Max Edition with Marcus Osborn, of all people?
This is too much. Too intense.
I want to tap out.
Friends.
That’s the word that will end this. I can leave and never come back.
Instead…
“Five.” It comes out cracked because my ass is throbbing.
Forget comparing this to when he used his hand the other day—that was child’s play.
