Page 39 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Zane flicked his gaze upward, goosebumps erupting along his skin at the raw lust in Asa’s expression.

There. That was what he needed to see. It made something throb deep within him, some emptiness he desperately wanted—no, needed—Asa to fill.

Asa ran his thumb along Zane’s bottom lip.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are like this? Naked on your knees for me?”

Zane flushed until he was sure he was as red as a tomato. “Shut up,” he muttered, squirming under Asa’s flattery.

Asa caught Zane’s jaw in his palm, digging his fingers in as he dragged him closer until they were almost nose to nose.

“What was that, Lois?”

“N-Nothing,” Zane said on an exhalation, his cock drooling precum at Asa’s tone and the fingers pinching into his skin.

Asa tsked. “I try to be nice. I try to compliment you. But you insist on being a brat. It’s almost like you want to push me.”

Zane shivered, biting back a moan.

“Is that it? Hmm? Are you hoping I’ll snap and punish you? Spank you and fuck you until you can’t stand? Until you’re all cum-drunk and fucked out?”

“Yes, please,” Zane whispered, the words almost reverent. “Use me. Please? Please, Asa? Please? I’ll be so good. So good for you.”

Asa made a noise that sounded like a snarl. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, ignoring Zane’s plea.

Zane whined but did as he was told.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Humiliation burned through him, but that was nothing new. Humiliation and excitement were impossibly linked, two halves of a necessary whole when it came to Zane getting off. Somewhere in their marriage, Asa had rewired Zane’s brain, had made him crave degradation, made him crave the act of debasing himself for Asa’s amusement and pleasure.

Zane stuck out his tongue, adrenaline spiking through him as Asa leaned into his space once more, opening his own mouth and letting saliva pool on his tongue before dripping it onto Zane’s.

Zane shuddered, desperation clawing at him like a living thing. He needed Asa. Needed this.

He just…needed.

“Swallow.”

Before Zane could comply, Asa’s hand was around his throat, squeezing just enough to make accomplishing the task difficult. But Zane did as he was told, downing Asa’s offering with an audible gulp, that hazy, blissed-out high overtaking his brain.

Oh. There it was.

He hadn’t known he could achieve this euphoric feeling without pain, but he welcomed it, letting it overtake him, letting it dull his shame until his only focus was the pleasure that came from letting Asa use him until there was nothing left.

Maybe it had never been the pain alone.

Asa caressed Zane’s cheek. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” Zane said, his voice catching on a sob.

Asa made a soothing noise, his gentle caress hypnotic. “That’s right. Mine. All mine. Only I get this from you.”

Zane nodded, hot tears spilling down his cheeks. “Yes. Only you. Only you.”

“Fuck, Lois. Look at you,” Asa taunted. “Already crying and I’ve barely touched you. Do you like being my whore this much?”

More tears flowed as Zane made a hiccuping sound, no longer even cognizant of how humiliating this might seem to an outsider.