Page 89 of Iblis' Affliction
A part of him expected the familiar click of a trigger to precede the tearing pain and booming sound, but the blooming pleasure didn’t let him digest the thought.
CLICK!
Slater staggered forward. His ass contracted, clasping around the barrel in a vice-like grip. Master chuckled, and Slater realized that it was Talha clicking his tongue.
“Master is cruel,” Slater whispered, glancing over his shoulder. A splash of indignation and betrayal in his heart made him frown. Talha’s lips twitched.
“So, even Iblis can be scared, huh?” A palm, weirdly gentle, brushed beneath his right eye, wiping his sweat. Instinctively, Slater followed it with his face, chasing the sensation.
“You have no idea how appealing you are right now.” Slater didn’t know if Master told it to himself or Slater, but it didn’t matter, as the warmed up steel was brutally pulled out of his body, and something hot and pulsing substituted for it.
Unlike the metal, the touch was so smooth, burning and slick, that Slater dissolved in relief. Pushing away from the floor, he arched his spine, looking to increase the physical contact. His sweaty cheek brushed against Master’s lips, releasing an enormous dose of endorphins into his system.
The flare of heat slammed into his head. The tension released, leaving him convulsing in the hormonal overload. His eyes rolled back as Talha’s hips collided against his ass, then again and again. His mouth hung open, and moisture escaped its limits, trailing down his chin. Every thrust of Talha’s cock extracted a whimper out of his throat. Defeated, Slater disintegrated in Master’s arms, feeling rearranged, reborn. Slater loved and hated it at once.
The painful spasm took over his cock and balls, making him cry out his orgasm, as his ass clenched around Talha’s length, begging it to stay still.
His cry muted with a red heat, as gunfire sounded in his ears. Deafening him, it erased everything around.
TALHA’S CHEST ACHEDwith the powerful orgasm as he pulled out of Slater’s shaking body and sat back by his side. Gazing at the quivering mess his reaper became, he blew a gush of air over his sweaty skin, then smiled, as the reaper collapsed to his side, his eyes empty.
Coated in a shimmering layer of perspiration, with his lungs heaving in oxygen deprivation and eyes drenched with tears, he looked so pure, so young, so innocent. Mesmerizing. A mix of shock and confusion added to his beauty.
“You are so…” Talha breathed. Looking for a word, he caressed the wet side of Slater’s face with the back of his palm. “…gorgeous.”
Slater gulped, rolling on his back. Tears escaping his eyes painted two shimmering trails over his cheekbones. Leaning in, Talha licked them off, tasting the saltiness, then kissed Slater’s slack mouth.
“I doubt I’ll ever meet anyone like you again,” Talha added, brushing the wet hair away from the ripper’s face. “So concentrate now, and try to remember this. Because I won’t repeat it.”
Slater blinked, and more water escaped his eyes, then mouth. With a smirk, Talha ran the back of his palm over Slater’s chin, collecting the moisture, then licked his index finger, tasting it. Sweet and salty, it tasted like tears.
“If you betray me again…” The muzzle of a gun lifted Slater’s shirt and poked him in his belly. “… the next bullet will enter here. Do you understand?”
Slowly, as if still unable to believe his eyes, Slater rolled his head to the side, his eyes fixing on the bullet hole in the wall for a long moment, before returning to Talha.
“That was hot…” he breathed; admiration fired up his eyes. “Let’s do it again!”
A shaky hand grabbed Talha’s shirt and pulled him closer, as the ripper locked their lips together.
I’m so fucked…Talha thought, closing his eyes and disappearing in the kiss.He learned nothing.
THE NOTHINGNESS SHATTEREDwith the booming sound of heavy footsteps, and a familiar scent of bitter almond and leather wafted through the air. Slater swallowed and flexed his hurting muscles. The painful pressure in his spine wrenched out his nerves, making him lose his patience and want to pull out the safety bolt to release himself.
Kneeling on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back, he lifted his face toward the sound. The leather blindfold prevented him from seeing his master, but his face, brushing against the thin warm fabric, outlined Talha’s knee.
“Don’t wipe your drool off on my pants. You are spoiling them.”
The hot palm gave a few bracing slaps to his cheek before his master pulled onto the chain that interlinked his wrists and ankles. His hamstrings shrieked in agony before the carabiner clicked and the pressure in his spine disappeared.
Talha stepped back, and Slater, losing his balance, whacked against the floor. The rough surface chafed his cheek; he wriggled his spine, trying to increase blood circulation in his numb limbs.
A warm airwave licked his cheek informing him of his master squatting down by his side a moment before a hand ruffled his hair. Gentle yet rough, Talha’s fingers released the clasp at the back of his head and the blindfold slipped down a second before Talha tugged the ball out of Slater’s mouth.
“I have a job for you. Be ready in two hours.” A warm breath brushed against his cheek as a hand caressed his chin before lifting it. Talha’s eyes shimmered; he leaned closer and a fleeting touch of his cool lips grazed over Slater’s wet mouth. The kiss broke before he managed to respond, and the coarse surface of paper abraded his tongue, as Master thrust a fat envelope into his mouth. The acrid smell of glue followed. “Bite.”
Craning his neck, Slater spat the envelope to the floor. He grinned, brushed his cheek against his master’s shin, before licking Talha’s shoe. “Thank you, Master.”
“You are gross…” Talha said. The shoe disappeared from under Slater’s cheek, and sharp pain blossomed under his ribs as a heavy sole crushed down on his back from above. “Clean yourself. We leave in two hours.”
THE END