Chapter 11
Eddie
I wake up slowly, my body feeling warm and comforted in a way that feels different…
“W-w-w-what’s…w-w-w-when…w-w-w-why…” I stutter, my brain struggling to kick into gear as I look to my left and see the sight of Viktor lying next to me, his chest rising and falling as he sleep.
And then I remember.
I was having a bad dream. Several bad dreams all rolled into one in fact. And then suddenly I wasn’t. Suddenly I was being comforted by… him.
I quietly prop my head up higher on the pillow and watch as Viktor sleeps soundly. You’d never know that this was a man who took someone’s life so recently. And countless others over the years too no doubt.
But there’s a contentment to Viktor. It’s like he knows who he is and why he does what he does. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe I’m projecting onto Viktor what I’d look for in a Daddy. Who knows.
Right now though, all I can do is watch and stare as this stern, scary man sleeps with the tranquility of a hunky construction site worker on his well-earned day off.
Then it hits me.
Run.
This is your chance.
Run, run, run and don’t look back…
For a brief moment, I actually consider it.
If I could slide silently out of bed, I could have a genuine head start on Viktor.
For all I know, he might take me into the woods when he wakes up and put a bullet between my eyes.
I honestly don’t think it’s a stretch to think that might happen.
Perhaps him getting into bed with me last night was one final act of compassion before he ends it all and removes me from whatever deadly problems he’s got going on in his life right now…
“D-D-Daddy,” I whisper, shocking myself that I chose Daddy rather than Viktor.
But what’s even more shocking is how natural it felt. How right. And not only that, but my body reacts too.
I keep eye contact with Viktor the whole time to make sure that he stays asleep, but before I can stop myself I find my hand wandering inside the silky pajama bottoms and down toward my special place.
From the first touch, it’s already hard and I bite my bottom lip to stop an involuntary moan coming out as I tease myself with two fingers up and down the shaft and then use my other hand to swirl and squeeze on my dick head.
I arch my back ever so slightly to find the perfect angle and slowly but surely—and very quietly—work up my pace.
“Good morning,” Viktor says, his eyes suddenly open as he turns to face me.
“Oh my God! I’m… it’s not what it looks like! It’s…” I squeal, totally humiliated an knowing full well that I have been caught red handed.
Or should that be cock handed?
“Who said stop?” Viktor asks. “Daddy wants you to carry on. And he’s going to join you too…”
I can’t quite believe this is happening, but I watch as Viktor slides his trousers and boxer-briefs down to reveal his shockingly hard cock as it bounces up to attention.
“Give me your hand,” Viktor says. “Daddy’s cock in your left hand. Your little dick can have your right hand. Now.”
I eagerly take my fingers and wrap them around Daddy’s thick slab of meat. I can tell by the look in his eyes that Viktor is a man in a hurry and before long I’m working him hard and fast, the sheer thickness inside my fist almost making me climax without needing to stimulate myself.
“D-D-D-D-Daddy…” I moan, my breathing heightened further as I work my dick and pump his cock harder still. “I… I… I…”
And right as I start to cum, Viktor draws me in close and we kiss passionately as the pair of us writhe and climax together, as one. It’s as intense as anything I’ve ever felt. Our tongues are lapping and flicking against each other, our lips pressing and releasing in perfect synchronicity.
I can feel Viktor’s hot, thick cum shooting up against my stomach as I continue to work my hand and drain my Daddy of every last drop while my climax explodes its sticky mess all over us too.
“OMG… that was…” I say, lost for words, my brain melted by the strength of our connection.
“Worth not running away for?” Viktor says, a hint of menace in his eyes that contrasts with the lightness of his words. “You chose right. Make sure you keep that up.”
And with that, Viktor gets out of bed and stands proud, his still semi-hard cock gradually returning to normal size. That was hot. But one thing is for sure…
I’m not out of this yet.
Not by a long shot.
I lie there for a moment after Viktor leaves the room, my body still buzzing from the intensity of what just happened.
The sheets are tangled around my legs, and the creamy warmth on my stomach is a reminder that this wasn't a dream. My heart is still pounding, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and something that feels dangerously like an overwhelming desire for more.
“Phew, that was… wild,” I say to myself, doing my best to focus just a little.
I wipe myself clean with a tissue from the nightstand, then pull the pajamas back into place, the silk now feeling even more sensual against my skin.
What was that?
A mistake?
A turning point?
I don't know, but I can't stay up here forever. Hunger gnaws at me, and curiosity about what Viktor is doing downstairs pulls me out of bed. He might be dangerous, but right now I’m feeling like my curiosity to find out more, or simply to be around him, is increasing by the second.
I slip on a pair of socks from the dresser and pad quietly to the door. The house is silent except for the faint murmur of voices drifting up from below…
Men's voices, low and serious.
Viktor and... someone else? I’m guessing the driver, but I’m not certain.
I creep down the stairs, keeping to the edges where the wood doesn't creak as much, my hand trailing the banister for balance. As I reach the bottom, the voices become clearer, coming from the living room.
Peeking around the corner, I see Viktor standing by the fireplace, arms crossed, facing Alexander, the driver who sped us away from the gallery chaos. He's leaning against the wall, looking tense, his eyes flicking toward the windows as if expecting trouble.
They're in deep discussion, words clipped and urgent, though I can't make out everything. Something about "perimeter" and "contacts." Alexander's face is hard, suspicious, and when his gaze shifts toward the stairs—toward me—he spots me immediately.
Oh crap.
Alexander’s eyes narrow, sizing me up like I'm an intruder or a threat. It makes my skin crawl, that cold appraisal, and I feel uncomfortably exposed in the oversized pajamas.
Viktor must sense my presence, or maybe the shift in the air, because he turns, his expression softening just a touch when he sees me.
"Eddie," Viktor says, voice steady. He glances at Alexander, then back to me. Perhaps he picks up on my discomfort, the way I'm hovering like I might bolt. "Come in."
I step fully into the room, hugging my arms around myself. Alexander's suspicion doesn't fade. If anything, it sharpens as he looks between us. Viktor moves smoothly, positioning himself slightly between me and Alexander, a subtle shield.
"Alexander and I were just finishing," he says. Then, without missing a beat, he adds, "Eddie and I are taking a trip off the property now."
Alexander's head snaps up, surprise flashing across his face. "Boss, that's not safe. Not with everything—"
Viktor cuts him off with a raised hand, calm but authoritative.
"No one knows where we are. It's a short outing.
Perfectly safe." He pauses, his tone shifting to one of clear command.
"You stay here. Watch the house. Make sure there are no unwelcome visitors.
Report anything directly to me. You know the drill"
Alexander hesitates, jaw tightening, but he nods.
"Understood." Alexander gives me one last wary look before pushing off the wall and heading toward the back door, presumably to check the perimeter or whatever it is he does.
I watch the exchange, fascinated despite myself.
Viktor handles him masterfully—firm, unyielding, but without raising his voice or showing any crack in his control. It's clear why he's the leader… he exudes authority, the kind that makes people fall in line without question.
Alexander might be suspicious of me, but he respects Viktor absolutely.
Once Alexander is gone, Viktor turns to me fully. "Get dressed. We're leaving in ten."
I blink, excitement bubbling up despite the lingering awkwardness. "Where?"
He smiles faintly. "You'll see."
I hurry upstairs, heart racing. A trip off the property? After days cooped up here, the thought of fresh air, new sights—it's thrilling. I change back into my jeans and t-shirt, splash water on my face, and run a brush through my hair.
Goldie stays on the bed. I'll be back soon and don’t want to risk losing him wherever it is we’re headed.
Downstairs, Viktor is waiting by the front door, coat on, keys in hand…
“Come,” he says, a hint of warmth in his voice but that edge still there, ever present.
He escorts me outside, his hand light on my lower back—a protective touch that sends a small shiver through me.
The morning air is crisp, dew still clinging to the grass.
Parked at the side of the house is a sleek Volvo estate car—silver, unassuming, the kind of vehicle that blends into traffic without drawing a second glance.
Perfectly casual, and exactly the kind of vehicle you would expect to see out and about doing some errands.
Viktor opens the passenger door for me, waits until I'm buckled in, then slides into the driver's seat.
We pull out smoothly, the gates opening automatically as we approach.
The woods give way to a winding road, trees flashing by. Curiosity finally overflows…
"Okay, where are we going?" I ask, a slither of determination in my voice. I want answers and Viktor needs to give them.
Viktor glances over, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Nearby village. Picking up art supplies."
I squeal with joy, the sound bursting out before I can stop it. "Really? Oh my God, thank you!"