Chapter 8
“Good.” In an instant, Victor went back into his dominant persona, his voice thick and sweet like venomous honey. “You brought this upon yourself, you know. I tried to be merciful, but you hadto play the hero. Well, hero, let’s see how brave you are now.”
Victor worked the vibrator with one hand while he continued to fuck Nick’s hole with fervor. They kept up the banter, although Victor was starting to make good on his threat. Nick’s words became disjointed, cut off by pants and moans and soft screams. His thoughts were blurring. His legs ached. His cock was threatening to break through its cage. He loved every second of it.
Nick was almost disappointed when Victor came. Even though he couldn’t tell if they had been at it five minutes or five hours, he wanted to keep going. When Victor pulled out, he left the vibrator in. It was a small consolation.