The Flesh Cartel by Rachel Haimowitz, Heidi Belleau Page A
Authors: Rachel Haimowitz, Heidi Belleau
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begged, “May I kiss you, sir?” because if he didn’t, right now , he felt quite certain he’d wither away and die.
Nikolai didn’t say yes, just let his dark hungry eyes bore into Dougie’s, reached up and grabbed him by the chin and yanked him forward, crushing their mouths together like they were a couple in an old noir romance, a rough seduction in black and white and in the end everyone knew their place. Dougie lost his balance, hips stilling as he fell forward against Nikolai’s chest, and Nikolai didn’t seem to care, but Dougie knew better, knew it was selfish of him to just sit there and let Nikolai tend to Dougie’s needs over his own. It was so hard to think, to focus on things like planting his feet and coordinating his muscles when Nikolai was kissing him this way.
But he forced himself to pull his shit together, drew on everything Nikolai had taught him to make it good, to be perfect, to service his master above all else, and was rewarded by Nikolai moaning into his mouth as Dougie began to ride him again. Dougie smiled against Nikolai’s lips, bounced faster in Nikolai’s lap, closed his eyes, and relished the friction in his own ass, sensation sparking hot and bright in all his secret places, all the parts of him only Nikolai had ever lit with passion, all the parts of him only Nikolai could claim. His cock was downright painful in its cage, pressing hard against the silicone sleeve, desperate to break free, to swell and burst like his nuts would surely do any second now if he couldn’t find release. But he trusted Nikolai to give it to him when it was time, when it would most make Nikolai happy, because that was the only appropriate time for Dougie to feel pleasure now. Because Nikolai’s pleasure was Dougie’s pleasure. And when the time came for their pleasures to entwine that way, Nikolai would make it fucking mind-blowing.
For both of them, it seemed, judging from the breathy little pants and words of encouragement spilling from Nikolai’s lips. That praise caressed Dougie as surely as Nikolai’s hands on his skin, lips on his jaw, cock in his ass. Made him feel just as good. Better, even. He closed his eyes again, let his head tilt back, let Nikolai’s words vibrate against his throat. “Gods, you feel so good , Douglas, so good, look at you, you’re so ready for me, so eager—” Yes, all those things, I’ll be everything for you, I’ll give you everything, I’ll be everything you desire. “Such a nice tight little hole.”
Hole.
Not you have but you are , and hadn’t Nikolai said Dougie wasn’t a hole? And Dougie had believed him—because he’d wanted to, desperately so, needed to because he was trapped here and that little piece of humanity Nikolai had gifted him with was all he had now. Because he was a person, and maybe Nikolai hadn’t even meant it that way— hole, hole, hole —but there was nothing stopping the anxiety that ratcheted Dougie’s stomach as he realized what a fool he’d been, how fucking much of Nikolai’s Kool-Aid he’d drunk, how powerfully and totally he’d lied to himself about who he was, what he was to Nikolai.
Hole.
Hot bile choked his throat and every muscle in his body seemed to clench, and all it did was make Nikolai moan—no, fucking roar —as he pounded up into Dougie’s ass and used that weight and leverage on Dougie’s hips to slam him down, and Dougie knew Nikolai was coming, his nails digging into Dougie’s skin and his teeth marking Dougie’s shoulder in primal dominance as he flooded Dougie’s ass with hot seed.
Just a hole to be used, a dog to be fucked and bred and owned, because if Nikolai wanted willing submission he could find guys like that, but he didn’t, he wanted a pet of his own making, wanted the thrill of absolute fucking domination, of asserting himself, and that was what Dougie was. All that was left for Nikolai to do was throw him to his hands and knees on the floor and bite his fucking neck and
Nikolai didn’t say yes, just let his dark hungry eyes bore into Dougie’s, reached up and grabbed him by the chin and yanked him forward, crushing their mouths together like they were a couple in an old noir romance, a rough seduction in black and white and in the end everyone knew their place. Dougie lost his balance, hips stilling as he fell forward against Nikolai’s chest, and Nikolai didn’t seem to care, but Dougie knew better, knew it was selfish of him to just sit there and let Nikolai tend to Dougie’s needs over his own. It was so hard to think, to focus on things like planting his feet and coordinating his muscles when Nikolai was kissing him this way.
But he forced himself to pull his shit together, drew on everything Nikolai had taught him to make it good, to be perfect, to service his master above all else, and was rewarded by Nikolai moaning into his mouth as Dougie began to ride him again. Dougie smiled against Nikolai’s lips, bounced faster in Nikolai’s lap, closed his eyes, and relished the friction in his own ass, sensation sparking hot and bright in all his secret places, all the parts of him only Nikolai had ever lit with passion, all the parts of him only Nikolai could claim. His cock was downright painful in its cage, pressing hard against the silicone sleeve, desperate to break free, to swell and burst like his nuts would surely do any second now if he couldn’t find release. But he trusted Nikolai to give it to him when it was time, when it would most make Nikolai happy, because that was the only appropriate time for Dougie to feel pleasure now. Because Nikolai’s pleasure was Dougie’s pleasure. And when the time came for their pleasures to entwine that way, Nikolai would make it fucking mind-blowing.
For both of them, it seemed, judging from the breathy little pants and words of encouragement spilling from Nikolai’s lips. That praise caressed Dougie as surely as Nikolai’s hands on his skin, lips on his jaw, cock in his ass. Made him feel just as good. Better, even. He closed his eyes again, let his head tilt back, let Nikolai’s words vibrate against his throat. “Gods, you feel so good , Douglas, so good, look at you, you’re so ready for me, so eager—” Yes, all those things, I’ll be everything for you, I’ll give you everything, I’ll be everything you desire. “Such a nice tight little hole.”
Hole.
Not you have but you are , and hadn’t Nikolai said Dougie wasn’t a hole? And Dougie had believed him—because he’d wanted to, desperately so, needed to because he was trapped here and that little piece of humanity Nikolai had gifted him with was all he had now. Because he was a person, and maybe Nikolai hadn’t even meant it that way— hole, hole, hole —but there was nothing stopping the anxiety that ratcheted Dougie’s stomach as he realized what a fool he’d been, how fucking much of Nikolai’s Kool-Aid he’d drunk, how powerfully and totally he’d lied to himself about who he was, what he was to Nikolai.
Hole.
Hot bile choked his throat and every muscle in his body seemed to clench, and all it did was make Nikolai moan—no, fucking roar —as he pounded up into Dougie’s ass and used that weight and leverage on Dougie’s hips to slam him down, and Dougie knew Nikolai was coming, his nails digging into Dougie’s skin and his teeth marking Dougie’s shoulder in primal dominance as he flooded Dougie’s ass with hot seed.
Just a hole to be used, a dog to be fucked and bred and owned, because if Nikolai wanted willing submission he could find guys like that, but he didn’t, he wanted a pet of his own making, wanted the thrill of absolute fucking domination, of asserting himself, and that was what Dougie was. All that was left for Nikolai to do was throw him to his hands and knees on the floor and bite his fucking neck and
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