Valentino

I turn up the voltage and shock him again. He might end up wetting the bed, but that's why I've got someone on standby to clean up the messes.

Nero cries out again, his body convulsing a bit from the shock... but his cock does get fully hard, and he starts to stroke himself through it all, moaning and crying out in turn.

I turn off the current, and Nero slumps forward, whimpering, but still palming his cock.

"I didn't tell you you could touch yourself," I say, stalking forward and grabbing his wrist. I dig my fingernails into his skin and yank his hand back, nearly crushing those delicate little fingers in the process.

"Fuck," Nero growls, thrusting his hips up. "Fuck me, Daddy. Come on."

"I don't fuck on the first date, little cub," I drawl, fingernails drawing crescents into his skin. "And needy little boys don't deserve to have their greedy holes fucked, do they?"

"Please, Daddy." Nero slings his other arm across my shoulders, trying to draw me closer. "Please, I do need it. You hurt me so nice. Please fuck me."

"I could just keep shocking you until you pass out. You might be able to come just from that, though," I taunt, but I let him pull me closer—just a little, because the last thing I need is to fall prey to some act that lets him get his arms around my neck to fucking try to choke me or break my neck.

"Sure," Nero says then, smiling widely. "Are you gonna fuck me after I pass out? Will I wake up with a sloppy, sore hole?"

"If you don't watch what you're saying, you're going to wake up with a tanned ass," I tell him. "With no relief whatsoever."

"Sorry, Daddy." Nero leans forward to suck on the exposed skin of my neck. "Come on. Just fuck me, please. We both want it. I'll be so tight for you."

This feels like another trap.

I pull back, eyeing him. I don't trust him at all. Just because he gets off on the shock collar doesn't mean he's really interested in sex with me. If I give in, all I do is confirm to him that I like cocks as much as I like cunts—which isn't information I want him to have on me.

At the same time...

God, my cock is fucking aching, and I want to plunge it into the greedy little bitch of an assassin who tried to kill me. To punish him for what he tried to do. To show him that I don't show any fucking mercy.

But he wants to be fucked. Wouldn't giving in be merciful?

I draw back, running my hands through my hair, and I growl at him. "Slut."

"Yes," Nero agrees, fumbling with his pants. He pushes them down as much as he can, and I grab onto his briefs and pants so I can yank them down to his feet and off of his lithe body. As soon as I do, Nero grins at me, grabbing his knees and spreading his legs wide. "I spread my legs for everybody who shows interest. But you're the hottest so far."

"I'm sure you say that to everyone stupid enough to fall into your little trap," I mutter. I snatch out a condom and lube from the bedside table and drop my pants and briefs, letting them fall to the floor so I can step out of them. "But I'm glad you like what you see."

"I don't! Sometimes I'll tell them how hideous they are, and they spank me harder." Nero laughs to himself, but his expression is a bit dazed, too.

He really is getting off on all of this.

The way his cock is leaking is another hint of just how into this he is.

This is stupid. This is really, really fucking stupid. Deadly creatures come in different shapes and sizes, and Nero just happens to be in the packaging of a really hot twink.

I kneel onto the bed anyway, lubing up my finger. "Spread wider," I snap at him, and he does, even going so far as to lift his ass in the air. He winces as it forces his back harder against the bed, but it doesn't stop him.

Fuck, he's sexy, and he has no right to be.

This is going to complicate everything.

I shove two fingers into his ass, not giving him a chance to get used to the feeling before I add a third. I'm not patient, especially with him driving me crazy like this, and the little slut is getting off on this anyway.

For all that I am bi, I prefer men—which isn't something I talk about. New Bristol isn't the most homophobic of places, but it isn't the most open-minded, either.

The sound of his moans of pleasure and discomfort alike are driving me crazy. It's been so long since I've had anything but pussy that the idea of sinking into his ass makes me impatient.

He squeezes his ass around my fingers, as if trying to draw them in farther, and I can only imagine how it's going to feel when it's my cock in there.

"Daddy, please," Nero moans, his eyes fluttering closed. He sounds more earnest this time, less like he's trying to goad me.

He does want this, and I'm not sure what to make of that.

"Please what, little cub?" I taunt him, using my fingers to stretch him out even more.

"Please fuck me. I need you." Nero tries to reach down for his cock again.

I slap the hand away. "Hands above your head," I growl. "Keep them where I can see them."

Nero gasps and arches his back, but he obeys, gripping the bar of the headboard. One of the chains attached to his wrist manacle drapes over his chest, and fuck, he looks gorgeous like that.

If it wasn't for the fact that this situation was so dire, I'd be tempted just to keep him there, chained to my bed where I can watch him writhe and hear him beg for more. It's been so long—too long—since I've been this viscerally attracted to someone.

Of course it had to be to a fucking assassin.

I shove that knowledge to the back of my mind, ignoring it, and I crawl up onto the bed as I pull my fingers out of him with an obscene pop. I let out a slow, shuddering breath, and as much as I want to rush this... It's been a while, and I'd like to enjoy it, too.