Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 23

Why did this guy have such power over him. Mateo could barely think of what to say. All he knew was that he wished he would squeeze harder on his neck. Pain was distracting him from everything else going on in his life. Maybe that was why he wanted this so much.

He was also more turned on every time this man did anything near him now. The way he yanked his hair earlier that night felt like a thrill that he had never gotten to experience. And those dark blue eyes looked at him so intensely at that moment, it felt like he somehow got turned into the smallest molecule right in front of him.

"You look cute when you pout," Melvin had said. The way he smiled at him showed that he was enjoying every second. "Now, are you going to be a good boy, and listen to your master?" He leaned in closer to him, his voice sending goosebumps down Mateo's neck. "Or do I need to be extra rough with you tonight?"

At this point, the man could bring him to the point of death, and Mateo wouldn't complain. There was something about moments like these that made him enjoy the night life a little more than he had before. He wished that it could last forever, as long as he didn't ever have to deal with the feelings that brought him there.

"Do your worst," Mateo smiled back at him.

He wished he could say that he was prepared for what was about to happen next, but he really wasn't. Mateo was shoved into the glowing X that was in the room so hard he almost saw stars. The hand around his neck got tighter, and that body got closer to him than he ever had before.

"You don't know what you're asking," A dark chuckle rumbled out of the dungeon master's chest. "Every time I have a session with someone, I never do everything I can to them, you know. If I did, most of them would consider me a monster."

"I think you're just chicken," he said in between breaths. The hand around his throat was quickly closing around his airways, giving him just enough to be slightly comfortable. It was strange, though. Because it felt like he was stroking his neck at first. Like a massage that was going horribly wrong.

Or horribly right.

Another surprise came as his right arm was forced upward, immediately tied up in the rope that the man had in his hands before he went for his neck. How the man managed to do that with just one hand was beyond him. He really wished that body would come closer, though. Mateo was dying for some sort of friction.

His other hand was quickly tied as well. Then a rope went around his waist, tying it against the metal tight. Every time Mateo tried to talk, the squeeze around his neck would just get tighter.

He had no control of his situation. That's how these sessions always were. Melvin had spent almost his whole life taking control of his situation, riding through life with a game plan that fueled his dreams. He couldn't imagine why he would like giving up control to a man that could and would hurt him for fun.

And he was paying the guy too.

Mateo really didn't want to think about it that much. Because when he put it like that, it really seemed stupid.

"You look so much better," Melvin took his thumb across his jawline. "When you aren't talking like a brat, you know that?"

He didn't know what his fascination with calling him a brat came from. Mateo just liked to egg him on. He was honestly curious to see just how far he would go that night. Even if it lasted until morning, he would still stay in there. He wouldn't even mention the time.

His throat was released by the gloved had after another second or two. It caressed the parts that had been made sensitive through the abuse. It was painful, but soothing at the same time. Mateo didn't know how to describe it.