Chapter 1 #11
Celia’s amused smile slides into something hard.
“No, sweet boy, nothing so simple. You see, by the time I was twenty I was formidable, and thirsty for my father’s blood.
I cut off his manhood and fed it to him as he bled out.
Felipe knew he couldn’t have me as an enemy.
I offered Felipe information he needed to take over as the head of my father’s organization in exchange for my freedom.
However, Felipe did not need my help and he had his own aims for my future.
He was convinced there was a strategic advantage to keeping his former rival’s daughter; who would go up against such a madman?
“Felipe’s first order of business was to repay me for my treatment of him over the years. I won’t go into the specifics, but he beat me, forced me to act as a servant to the staff that had served me all my life, and yes, he forced himself on me. I hated him most for that.
“But years passed, and Felipe…changed. He wanted more from me. He wanted my love and devotion, and he set about getting it. But…you see…he and I are the same. We do not forget those who wrong us, nor do we forgive. Felipe has sworn to never again force himself on me and I hold him to his promise. I sleep with other people, let them have me in any way I’m willing to allow, but not Felipe.
Felipe is denied entrance to the center of me.
It is his punishment, my way of letting him know my love can only be given, never taken.
It’s been nearly five years and he’s never tried.
” Celia feels a lump in her throat and pushes against it with her fingertips to smooth it away.
“There are days I feel myself surrendering in the face of Felipe’s steadfast devotion.
To my knowledge, he has never taken another female lover, never felt her warm, wet, womanly flesh wrapped around him.
He accepts only what I offer and the occasional young men who catch his eye.
On the surface, he does it all for me, but I know it for the battle of wills it is.
I want him to beg me. I want him on his knees!
But some days…I just want him. He’s winning, Kid.
He very nearly has what no man has ever had… my soul.
“He knows it too. That’s why you’re here—your youth, your innocence, your capacity for forgiveness—you’re everything we’ve lost and all we hope to regain.
I was never young, never innocent, but you remind me it exists; you remind us both.
Through you, we have a chance to nurture and love, an opportunity for Felipe to treat his lover as he should have treated me in the beginning, and for me to have someone to care for without feeling weak.
” She kisses Kid’s soft lips, charmed by the slight scrape of patchy stubble on his upper lip and chin.
“So,” he says and clears his throat, “is that why he’s so obsessed with my boy pussy?” He grins cheekily until Celia returns it.
“You have no idea what I’m saying, do you?” She laughs heartily and kisses Kid all over his ridiculous face.
“I got most of it,” he chuckles. “I’m just saying…maybe if you gave it up, he wouldn’t keep trying to stick it in me. Couldn’t you like…help a guy out?”
They laugh for several minutes before Kid’s laughter begins to die. He rests his head on Celia’s chest with a sigh and places her hand in his hair. He isn’t sly at all with his demands; she strokes him the way he likes.
“You guys are fucked up.” He sounds sad. “Seriously.”
Celia kisses his head. “No one hurt you. You our good boy.”
“Yeah,” Kid says. His breaths are slow, but Celia can feel the force of his heartbeat along her side. “Okay.”
34. Kid
Kid is shackled to the wall and waiting for Felipe, just as he is every evening.
Today has been a particularly taxing day.
Celia is apparently in a mood about something.
She’s been sullen and irritable toward Felipe.
Her ire, in turn, has made Felipe more sadistic than usual.
Kid has been ceaselessly tormented in the melee.
He hasn’t come all day, and he knows Felipe is coming to whisper filth in his ear while he touches Kid’s boy pussy and jerks off on his nuts.
Kid doesn’t think he can take it. He’s already half hard thinking about it and his asshole feels… weird. Empty.
Felipe enters, Reynaldo respectfully behind.
The master’s foul mood is evident in the absence of his welcoming smile and the presence of a furrow between his thick black brows.
He looks at Kid for several seconds before he relaxes his face.
“Do not fret, beautiful boy. I am not inclined to vent my frustrations on you. At least, not with violence.” He purposefully prods Kid’s thickening erection.
“Especially as it seems I am not the only frustrated party.”
Kid can feel the heat of his embarrassment crawl up from his chest to paint him cherry red up to his cheeks. “You guys have been fucking with me all day. It’s not…it’s not because of you.” He exhales sharply and forces himself to maintain eye contact.
35. Felipe
Felipe’s formerly impenetrable ill-mood gives way to twisted amusement.
“Language, boy. I’ve warned you what would happen.
” He chuckles heartily at the younger man’s mortified gasp and penitent expression.
"Deberías ver tu cara! Your face!” He cannot resist cradling the boys head in both hands and planting a hard kiss on his lips.
“Hey!” Kid protests and twists his face away from Felipe’s tenacious grasp in an attempt to wipe away Felipe’s kiss. “Stop that.” He swipes his tongue over his lips.
The older man crowds his primed treat. He scents the young man from tense and muscled shoulder to soft and thin-skinned nape.
He speaks softly into his ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.
” He closes his eyes when he feels Kid shiver, and slides his linen-covered thigh under Kid’s balls.
“I’m going to savor every yielded ecstasy.
I’m going to lick my essence out of your unrefined mouth until I can taste only your submission.
I’m going to spread you open and spear your virgin pussy on my tongue until you cry out for my cock in you.
I’m going to swallow your pink little cock and devour you. ”
36. Kid
Kid can feel the older man’s knee between his cheeks, and the urge to grind his asshole down and fuck against Felipe’s thigh is enough to force out an undignified groan. “No,” he whispers close to Felipe’s ear. Don’t make me give in yet. I’m not ready.
37. Felipe
Pale hips flush with blood and the young man’s cock plumps on top of Felipe’s thigh.
The older man artfully avoids giving his captive any accidental friction.
The boy is easy game, a rabbit, far less complicated than Celia, who only pretends at being prey.
“No,” he repeats Kid’s plea and meets his eyes.
“Not until you desire it, not until you desire me.” He strokes the boy’s golden locks.
“Until then, however, it is my duty to guide you into my service. I will do so by enforcing the rules I set. Your punishment for using vulgar language is one finger inside you…without lube.” Nefarious grin in place, he strokes this thumb over the younger man’s damp cheek.
Kid struggles uselessly in his bonds and stares daggers toward Felipe. The boy is full of impotent rage heaped on top of his own shame. “You can’t!” he rages. “At least use lube, you dick!”
Felipe’s amusement disappears like it never existed.
He stares back at the younger man, matching and then surpassing his intensity until the boy looks away and shuts his eyes tight; a single tear slides down to the tip of his nose.
Self-worth is a tenuous and fragile thing.
Everyone must have it to be satisfied with their own existence, and yet, Felipe requires an equal amount of humility. What to do?
He tuts silkily. “You ask me for a favor and insult me in the same sentence? It is an interesting strategy, given that I am not accustomed to being called names to my face. It would be careless of me to allow you to think such behavior is rewarded.”
“I’m sorry. It just came out.” The younger man shrugs feebly.
Yes, Felipe muses, the boy’s bearing has been battered the past week.
All to the good though, he can sense how close his new charge is to succumbing to him and Celia.
He can proceed with the punishment as prescribed and risk Kid’s genuine disdain, or he can set out bait and let his little rabbit wander into the trap.
“Are you terribly unhappy here, boy? Do you wish Celia and I had left you in the cellar?” He asks the questions calmly, knowing they can be perceived as concern or a veiled threat. “Because believe it or not, I would rather you didn’t hate me quite so much as you do. Am I so ugly?”
38. Kid
No, Kid’s mind answers impulsively. He turns his face as far left as he can to avoid Felipe’s warm, strong body still intimately invading Kid’s personal space.
“I don’t know what you want with me,” he grinds out.
“It’s not like I’m a threat to you. I could disappear and you wouldn’t even notice.
” He’s surprised by the pang exploding in his chest.
39. Felipe