Under Your Care

Chapter ​8

Chapter 8

Lane

That evening, I took an extra-long, extra-hot bath to continue my good mood. Afterwards, comfy in my cute-as-heck satin pajama shorts and tank top, I grabbed Chloe and plopped down on my bed with her. Feeling mentally drained, it wasn’t long before my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

“Mmn,” I mumbled, still half asleep on my stomach.

Opening my eyes a smidge, I found that it was still pitch black in my room, so I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a couple of hours. I groggily lifted my arm to grab my phone off the nightstand, wanting to check the time. Only I couldn’t. The responding jingling sound startled me awake.

Oh, fuck .

I was totally going to be murdered.

Both of my wrists were stretched above my head and handcuffed to the headboard. My heart beat rapidly as I tested the strength of the cuffs and realized I wasn’t going to be able to get out of them. I began panting fast - a panic attack rising to the surface - the fear pushing all of the air out of my lungs.

Suddenly, my face was being pushed into my pillow. I started whimpering, my body going stiff as a board from the overwhelming terror. Oddly enough, the hand, still applying enough pressure to keep my face down, started stroking my hair.

“Shh, little one. Everything’s okay. You just woke up a bit earlier than I expected. That’s okay. You just need to be a good boy while I finish getting you ready.”

The voice sounded familiar. My mind was spinning out of control with fear, so I couldn’t think critically enough to determine who it was, but it was distinctly a man’s voice. Still holding my head down, the intruder used his other hand to caress my back. I whined into my pillow, desperately hoping he hadn’t harmed Chloe.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, Lane. You’re going to be very good and stay still just like this for me. I am going to blindfold you, so you need to keep your eyes closed tight until it’s on. I want you to be able to talk, so I’ve decided not to gag you, but if you try anything, I have one ready. You are not going to try to kick me. You can be good for me, can’t you?” I shivered. “Shut your eyes, I’m going to lift your head up now so I can get the blindfold on. I know you can be a good boy, Lane. Don’t make me hurt you, I really don’t want to.”

My stalker secured the soft blindfold around my head and left me with my chin resting on the top of my pillow. “There you go, so perfect for me. You are allowed to speak and make noise, but it needs to be quiet enough that your neighbors don’t hear.” His large hands continued petting me from my head to my low back, almost as if they were attempting to calm a startled animal.

I shakily whispered, “My cat. Is Chloe okay? Please don’t hurt her.” As I begged, a hand landed on the back of my neck, gently squeezing.

“Such a precious boy. I could do anything I want to you and the first thing you ask about is your pet,” he purred. “Yes, Chloe is perfectly fine. I shut her in the bathroom so that she wouldn’t interrupt us, but she’s unharmed. I even put her food and water bowls in there.”

I sighed in relief. The man kept pressure on my neck while bringing his other hand to my face. I flinched when I felt the warmth, but he only held my cheek, gently stroking me with his rough thumb.

Was he going to murder me or massage me? I felt like I was getting mixed signals.

I was fucking terrified to hear the response, but still, I managed to cautiously ask, “Are you going to kill me?”

My question caused the soothing rhythm of his hands to abruptly stop.

“Oh sweetheart, no. How could you be mine if you’re dead?” That isn’t terrifying at all. He started stroking me again, “Do you not recognize my voice? That’s disappointing. I’m here a lot sooner than I planned to be, but I just couldn’t keep myself away. It’s my fault, really. I was trying to be slow for you, but I realized today that my efforts have been wasted,” he breathily exhaled. “I need you to keep calm for me. I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m not going to put my cock anywhere near you, I promise.”

At the mention of sex, my heart stopped and I couldn’t help myself from thrashing in the bed.

“No, no, no, no, no. Please, no. I can’t–” I choked on a sob, “I can’t have this happen again, please . You don’t want me, you don’t want to do this. My… my dick doesn’t even work right! Wouldn’t you want a responsive partner?” I cried, “Please–”

He began tutting and cooing at me, which was not only very serial killer-y, but also emasculating as fuck. He then shoved two of his gloved fingers into my mouth, which managed to shock me into silence. The taste of leather flooded my senses.

“Baby, I promise it’ll be alright. Tonight is just about making you feel good. I’m staying fully clothed and next to you on the bed. You need this. You need me to help you relax.”

“You’re the fucking reason I’m not relaxed, you motherfucker!” I tried to shout around his fingers, but they suddenly pushed deeper, triggering my gag reflex.

“Hush now. I want to hear all of your sounds of pleasure, so it would disappoint me greatly to have to gag you. I had expected you to recognize my voice,” he appeared to be thinking for a moment before deciding. “I thought the blindfold would help you to be more sensitized to my touch, but I think you need to know who is touching you. My apologies. I would have had this all planned out much smoother if you weren’t trying to slip out of my grasp,” he muttered, the frustration clear in his voice. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth.

“I– I don’t understand,” I desperately cried.

He hushed me, then reached for the blindfold. I kept my eyes clenched shut in case this was some kind of test.

“Open your eyes, darling,” he crooned into my ear. I shivered, slowly opening my eyes. “Good boy. Now, turn your head to see me,” he instructed. I did as instructed, albeit shaking the whole way. My brain seemed to shut down once I registered who was beside me.

“I… What– Dr. Cohen?” I stammered in shock and confusion. “Am I dreaming? Maybe this is lucid dreaming?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, you’re not dreaming, Lane. This is all very real. And please, stop calling me that. It’s Greyson.” He leaned and pressed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

“But– Why?” I blinked.

“Because you’re absolutely oblivious to my attempts to seduce you.” I went to speak again, but he pressed a finger to my lips. He growled, “From the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted to see you impaled on my cock. I thought about kidnapping you after our first session. I decided to play the long game, convinced it would reap a sweeter reward. It hasn’t been as long as I originally planned, but I do think I’ve made good progress with you. I mean, you all but confessed that your little cock gets wet for me. But then you had to go and try to find someone to take my place. You belong to me , Lane. You have since the beginning.”

“You’re my stalker?” I gulped. He slipped two fingers back into the wet heat of my mouth. I suckled on them as he continued his villain monologue.

“If I wasn’t your stalker, I would have killed him by now. You reacted so adorably to being stalked. It was so difficult for me to hold back from fucking you each time I walked in here and saw you so defenseless in bed. I had to settle for coming on your sleeping body from my own hand,” he explained. He grinned almost sadistically as he revealed, “I came on that fucking cockroach’s corpse too. I couldn’t help but get aroused as I imagined fucking you in his blood.”

My mouth dropped open.

I spoke the best I could with his fingers still in my mouth, “You killed someone? It couldn’t be… You didn’t kill Tate, right?”

He smiled at my question, “I did.”

I was confused on how to respond to this news. I wavered, “T-Thank you?”

“You’re welcome, baby. Now… I can explain more to you another time. Right now, I want you to come for me.”

My eyebrows shot up in distress. His fingers pressed down on my tongue.

He hummed, “Now be a good boy and get my fingers nice and wet. Suck them like you would a cock.” I pitifully whined, causing him to lightly chuckle, “Oh, I almost forgot that my baby doesn’t have much experience. Just suck like you’re sucking on a lollipop, alright?” I nodded. “Have you ever played with toys before? I didn’t find any around your room.” I shook my head. “Mm, very good. Well, this one–” I heard a click and then a loud buzzing noise, “is a vibrator.”

Suddenly the buzzing object was pushed flush against my taint. I let out a low, keening moan as my eyes rolled back in pleasure, my hips bucking involuntarily.

I sucked harder on his fingers, blushing at the loud sucking and slurping noises I was making. I tried to discreetly inch my body up on the bed to escape the vibrations, but he immediately noticed and put the weight of his arm on my low back, pushing me down into the mattress. My head was starting to go blank, a mix of drool and spit dripping from my lips from where I was dutifully suckling his fingers. I could feel the vibrations all the way into my belly. I started rocking my hips, rubbing myself against the toy.

He laughed, “There you go, shaking your slutty hips. That didn’t take long at all. Your little cock is already nice and hard for me. I’m going to turn the intensity up now.” I heard another click and yelped as the vibrations became even stronger. “There. So good. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Barely managing to cling onto the last brain cell in my head, I panted, confused, “But I’m not a–” I didn’t manage to get the full sentence out before the vibrations were moved right over my hole. I let out a string of curses as I felt it clenching in anticipation, causing me to thrust my hips back to get more of the sensation.

He purred, “You’re not a… what? I think you’re going to be my pretty, slutty girl when we play, and my good, little boy the rest of the time. You can’t see it, but you’re getting very sloppy and wet back here.”

To prove his point, he moved the toy so that it brushed directly on the underside of my penis, resulting in a gush of precum wetting my shorts.

“Fuck!” I shouted, frantically bucking my hips. Moaning uncontrollably, I let myself succumb to the pleasure. “Pleeeeaaase,” I wailed, “I need to cum!”

“Hm, can’t have that yet, can we?”

Before my mind could catch up, I heard a click and the buzzing abruptly stopped.

“Nooo, no, no, please,” I gasped out, trying to chase the pleasure by wildly thrusting into the mattress. I was so fucking close. I arched my back and pushed my ass into the air, shamefully attempting to entice him into continuing.

He crooned, “Aww, I know, baby, but I’m not done with you yet. You’re being such a good girl that I’m going to give you a treat.”

“A treat?” I whimpered, mind foggy, wiggling my hips. He hummed again and slid my shorts off, baring the pale white skin of my butt and freeing my stiff, leaking cock and heavy balls. I started to panic from the exposure, but he quickly emptied my mind again by rubbing a rough, leather-covered finger over my hole. It throbbed in response, trying to desperately pull the tip in.

He groaned throatily, “Such a hungry little cunt, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel better. I bet you feel so empty, huh?”

I hadn’t been before he said that, but now I was feeling so fucking empty .

“Pleeeaaase?” I sobbed, not knowing exactly what I was begging for - I just wanted the emptiness gone.

He quickly popped open a bottle of lube and poured it down my crease. I jumped at the cold liquid, but his fingers quickly returned and began warming it up. I tried to thrust my ass back to somehow get his fingers in me myself, but he just tutted and spanked me hard, one on each cheek. I shouted in surprise at the painful pleasure, almost coming from the impact. It was then when I felt the first finger slowly massage my rim and sink into my heat. It burned slightly and felt a bit weird, like it wasn’t supposed to be there. But, he rubbed around inside, searching, until he found what he was looking for. His finger grazed a spot that made a wave of overwhelming pleasure surge through me.

“I– What–?” I couldn’t find the words, my brain scrambling as he repeatedly tapped the spot, causing jolt after jolt of pleasure. I’d never felt this before. It was way different than how it felt when he had touched my cock. This was an intense rush of electricity deep inside my body every time he brushed against it.

“You don’t know about your prostate?” He questioned - surprised - as he slipped his finger out briefly before pushing in two. I groaned at the burn and feeling of fullness. He murmured softly, “Hm, I guess I’m not too surprised that he never taught you.” Before I could comprehend what he had said, he started thrusting his fingers into me rapidly, precisely pegging my prostate on each thrust, causing my mind to go blissfully fuzzy.

I couldn’t stop panting, clawing at the sheets. I began to feel my balls tighten up, ready to explode. I couldn’t stop squirming, absolutely desperate for release.

“Pleaseee,” I panted. “Please let me come!” I was beginning to think that I may actually die if he stopped again like before.

“I’m going to let you– don’t worry. I just need you to do one little thing for me, okay, darling?” At this point I would have agreed to anything, so I enthusiastically nodded my head several times, my eyes glazed and unfocused. “Good girl.” My hole squeezed around his fingers at the humiliation and praise, causing a ripple of pleasure throughout my body. “All you need to do is say, “Thank you, Daddy,” and you’ll get to let it all out.”

I didn’t even hesitate before practically screaming, “Thank you, Daddy!” As soon as he heard it, he slipped a third finger in and wrapped his other hand around my throbbing member.

“Please!” I squealed, vibrating with tension. He stroked my prostate roughly as he milked my cock with his hand. I sobbed as I felt it all come to a head. My vision whited out as I chanted, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I shook as ropes of cum shot out from me and landed on my chest.

He growled as he leaned over and bit down on my neck, causing one last spurt out of my cock. He gently and slowly slid his fingers out of my newly stretched hole while murmuring soft praises.

“See, didn’t that feel so good, sweetheart?” He asked lovingly.

“Mhm,” I mumbled, feeling sleep begin to overtake me. I watched from half-closed eyes as he sucked on each finger that had been inside me, looking incredibly pleased. He caught me looking and smirked.

“Poor thing. Sleepy after coming so hard, huh? It’s okay, close your eyes,” he murmured tenderly. “I’ll take care of everything.”

I lost consciousness just as I felt his soft lips press against my cheek.