Page 35 of Pulse Zero
“Please, please, please, please, please.”
There’s something about his begging and his crying that has me wanting him to come. That has me wanting to be the one tomakehim come. Holding the power over his pleasure, over his orgasm, and being the one to grant it to him, is more intoxicating than any other kind of power I’ve wielded.
“Now, Cason.” My voice is deep, gravelly. I bite the shell ofhis ear, then the soft flesh of his neck just below it as I let my fist fly over his cock again. “Now. Or the offer is gone.”
His body fucking seizes three seconds later. His mouth opens wide, but no sound comes out. He spasms, and his cock pulses in my hand just before his release shoots out of him. It’s the way he obeyed in an instant along with the look of pure ecstasy on his face that has my own orgasm slamming into me in violent waves, my cum flooding the tight space between his thighs. There’s static behind my eyes, like the moment before a blackout, holy and brutal all at once.
Cason slumps in my hold, his dark, thick lashes brushing his cheeks as his eyes close. Both our chests heave as we fight to catch our breaths.
“Thank you.”
His whispered gratitude makes me feel like a fucking god.
My softening cock slips from between his sticky legs as I turn his limp body around so he’s facing me with his back against the wall. I bring my hand up that’s still covered in his cum and sweep my fingers over his face, smearing the evidence of his orgasm all around his mouth.
I’ve never touched another man’s cum before, but I’m not nearly as grossed out as I thought I’d be.
I’m not grossed out at all.
His lips part, and his tongue lazily peeks out to lick at my fingers. His eyes slowly open, and his gaze locks onto mine as he sucks my thumb into his mouth.
The groan that rumbles up my throat is entirely involuntary.
He smirks around my thumb.
I pull it out and take a step back. He barely manages to hold himself up, using the wall as leverage. My cum drips down the inside of his thigh, and his own is painted across his face. He continues staring at me as though I hold his entire universe in my hands.
“Clean up. Again.”
Stepping out of the shower, I grab one of the extra towels to wipe down my hand and my dick before tucking the latter back into my underwear and zipping up my jeans. When I peer back at the shower, Cason is covered in suds again, and he’s looking at me through the glass like he wished I had stayed.
I couldn’t.
I shouldn’t have even been in there in the first place.
After he’s finished, he steps out, and I hand him a clean towel. We don’t speak as he dries off and dresses in fresh clothes. There’s still not a word spoken as I walk him back to his room and lock him inside.
Cason. Silent.
It doesn’t sit right.
I stand there for a while after, leaning my forehead against the door with my eyes closed. Technically, I didn’t hurt him. But…I still feel guilty. I was pissed. And it wasn’t even Cason I was angry at.
It’s this fucking job.
It’s the fact that he was right.
And now that the distraction is over…
What the fuck do I do about it?
Reese didn’t let meout last night.
At least, I think it was last night. Time is still a devious, unreliable thing in here when I can’t see even a sliver of the sky. My body may have started to learn the rhythm of this place, but my brain hasn’t, not fully. The silence has a weight to it at certain hours.
But right now, I’m not sure if it’s still sometime in the middle of the night or the early morning.
I haven’t slept much.
