Chapter Fifteen
Knox
“I have to head into Oasis tonight, baby boy,” Taylor tells me.
“I thought Oasis wasn’t open on Mondays?”
“Technically, it’s now open every day except Tuesdays and Wednesdays,” he tells me. “But only the Littles playroom. The main club is open Fridays through Sundays.”
I don’t even have to wonder why they changed things up. It’s pretty clear it’s all on me. They’re feeling guilty for shutting me out, which pushed me into that dumb search for somewhere to belong. And, well, that search just ended up with me getting hurt.
I don’t blame them for my attack, but I am glad that something good is coming from it. I never agreed with their reasoning for not letting me into the club. You had to be a Little who was already attached to a Dom. It was a stupid rule, and I can’t help but wonder how many lost Littles got turned away.
“Do you want to come and hang out in the playroom?” Taylor asks.
My gut doesn’t instantly react to the thought of leaving the property. But I still don’t think I’m ready.
“Not yet,” I say. “But, maybe in a few days we can attempt to go to King’s house? I’ll be fine once I get there. It’s the trip from here to there that has me wanting to vomit.”
“Of course, baby boy. You want to go see Madeline and Emily?”
“Their faces will be a plus. But I honestly want to go swimming, and I’m not sure diving into that pond in the backyard would be best. Something might eat me.”
“Frogs are the most dangerous things in that pond,” he says. “A trip to King’s would be perfect. My mom and brother are coming down for a visit, and it might be easier to meet over there.”
“Do they know everything that happened to Emily?” I ask.
We’ve already talked about Taylor’s family. His dad left when he was a kid, and it’s just been him, his siblings, and their mom since. I’ve talked to his mom a few times when he was video chatting with her. She’s so kind.
“They didn’t even know she was missing,” he shouts from the kitchen. “We don’t see them often, but apparently, that little brat sister of mine was talking to mom the entire time.”
“Awe,” I smile. “She didn’t want her to worry.”
“She could have shown me the same courtesy.”
“Are you pouting, Papa?” I tease. “You know, if she had contacted you, then we might not have met.”
“Not true, Pup,” he says, coming back to the porch where I spend most of my days. “We didn’t go to the clubhouse that day looking for help with my sister. We came to talk about our two clubs living in the same territory. Reynolds brought up Emily missing, and Ghost said they had someone that might be able to help.”
“Well, look how that turned out,” I smile, accepting the sandwich he holds out.
“Eat the whole thing, Pup,” he orders, leaning beside me against the house. “Ghost and I had been talking for weeks prior about merging our clubs. We just needed to see how they acted in the same room together first.”
“I’m glad everyone got along,” I say. “Oh, maybe I can see if Gran and Gramps want to come down, too. You know, when your family does. They’ve been asking about you.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, baby. I talked to your gramps the other day but he had to cut the conversation short when his Little was being naughty.”
“Ew. I don’t want to know about that,” I cringe. “Oh, watch that idiot,” I say around a mouthful of food.
We watch as someone in a white car speeds down the road and turns left at the fork.
“Someone is going to crash one of these days. If someone was coming around that curve at the same time, they wouldn’t have been able to stop.”
“Is this what you do when you’re bored, Pup? Car watch and see if someone is going to crash?”
“Mmhmm,” I admit. “Oh, look. I think this person lives down that way because I see them almost daily. They’re smart. They slow down long before they hit the curve.”
The red truck slows down at the driveway, like always, before going forward a bit and taking the curve at a decent speed.
“That person will outlive us all with those smart decisions,” I exclaim.
“I don’t think they live down there, though,” Taylor explains. “It’s a dead end. Reynolds’ driveway is around the corner and down a bit, and then there’s Timber Craft Industries at the end of the road. They most likely work there.”
“So much for smart decisions,” I grump. “They’re literally cutting down the very air they breathe.”
“I need to head out before it gets dark. Sure you don’t want to try and come?”
“No, thanks,” I smile. “Will you be gone the whole night?”
“Most likely not,” he turns towards me and places his hands against the house on either side of my head. “Littles have bedtimes. Even the ones who come alone are required to leave no later than nine-thirty. I’ll be home by ten.”
“I’ll be up,” I say breathlessly. He’s so close, and it’s very distracting. “I’ve been working through the Cage’s financial records to see where money is disappearing from.”
“I’ll talk to Ghost,” he says, his breath mixing with my own. “Hayes is a financial analyst. He might be able to help.”
“Oh… uhm… yeah, I can only work with what has been put in the system. Ghost… he can have Hayes… uhm… yeah. What?”
“Is there something the matter, baby?” he smiles, pressing right against my aching dick. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Words. Where are my words?
“My baby is always lost for words when he gets hard. I love that you’re so responsive to me, Knox.”
When Taylor shoves his hand down my shorts and palms my dick through my underwear, my knees weaken, and I know I’m going down.
Taylor’s deep chuckle does nothing to help my growing need as he presses me harder against the house. My entire being submits to his wants, and I just feel.
I hear shuffling and feel a breeze, but I’m so lost in the feeling of this man’s lips, tongue, and teeth on my neck that I have no freaking clue what’s happening.
That is until I feel the silkiness of his dick press against mine and my man”s hand wrapping around us both.
“Fudge,” I groan.
“So perfect,” Taylor says against my neck. “Give me your mouth, baby.”
I’m lost in a world of pleasure while Taylor strokes us both. Between the feeling of his hand holding us both together, his tongue dominating my mouth, our pre-cum mixing together to give Taylor’s hands some lube to move faster, and the sound of his grunts and moans, it’s all I can take.
“I’m…” is all I can manage to say.
“You don’t cum until I say you can,” he growls, biting my bottom lip.
He can say that all he wants, but I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.
Taylor finds a spot on my neck that he seems to like.
“Now, Knox,” he says against that spot. “Cum for me, now.”
Taylor bites my neck, and I come loose. I lean my head back and shout my release. Taylor’s hand grips the back of my neck as his own shouts join mine.
“Fuck,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “That was intense.”
I nod my agreement.
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” he says. “Then, I really do need to go.”
Again, I nod, much to Taylor’s amusement.
After tucking our sticky cocks back into our clothes, Taylor lifts me and takes us to the bathroom.
“Did we really just do that outside where anyone could see?” I ask, suddenly a bit horrified.
“I would never let a single soul see you in the throws of pleasure, baby boy,” he says, kissing me softly. “You have the perfect mouth. Your lips are nice and plump after all of my ministrations. I bet they would look sexy as fuck wrapped around my cock.”
I’m about to hop off the sink and fall to my knees, but Taylor shakes his head and laughs.
“Later, baby,” he promises. “Come on. Let’s get you settled on the couch so you can relax while you find the fucker stealing from our President.”
And we do just that. He gets me settled with some water and a snack before tucking a blanket around me and handing me my laptop.
“You’re such a Daddy,” I smile up at him. “Always taking care of me.”
“Not just any Daddy, Pup,” he says. “Just yours. Be good for me while I’m away.”
“I make no promises,” I shout out as he leaves the house.
I know he heard me because I can hear his muffled laughter.
Good. I don’t want him to think I will always do what he says.
***
“I’ve searched through every file you have,” I tell Ghost. “I’m either missing something, or not everything has been added to your bars financial records.”
“Fuck,” Ghost sighs through the phone.
“Taylor told me today that Hayes might be able to help,” I remember. “I guess he’s an auditor.”
“Alright, I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Thanks for trying, Knox.”
After saying our goodbyes I hang up the phone and look around. At some point, I must have moved to lying on the floor in front of the couch. Standing, I stretch my aching body. It’s already eight, and I am starving. I’ve been hunkered over this laptop for hours now.
Walking to the fridge, I pause when I see a note.
Meatloaf dinner is wrapped and ready for you, baby boy. Just need to heat it up.
Xoxo
Papa
Smiling, I find the plate, unwrap it, and stick it in the microwave. Seconds later, the power in the whole house goes out.
Now, I’m not afraid of the dark… Much… Okay, that was a lie. I freaking hate the dark. I have no idea where any flashlights or candles are, and my phone is on the couch.
Trying not to freak out, I slowly make my way back to the living room. Luckily, there weren’t any obstacles to trip me. Feeling around, I find my phone and pull up Taylor’s number.
“You okay, baby?” he answers.
“Uhm, the power went out,” I say shakily. “Why did the power go out? Is there another tornado coming?”
“It shouldn’t have gone out,” he says. “There’s been no tornado warning, baby. Let me check something real quick.”
“What’s going on?” I hear Reynolds say.
“No outages have been reported, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky,” Taylor says.
“Titan,” I call out. “Come here, boy.”
“Do you smell anything, Knox?” Taylor asks. “Is there smoke?”
“No,” I answer. “And Titan isn’t coming to me. He always comes to me.”
“It’s okay, baby. Here’s what I want you to do. Go sit down somewhere, and don’t move until I get there. A breaker might have popped.”
“That’s not too bad,” I say, trying to calm my racing heart. Maybe it happened when I started the microwave. “I’m sitting on the couch.”
“Good boy. I’ll be there soon.”
“WAIT! Please, don’t hang up the phone. I’m scared.”
“I won’t, baby boy,” he promises. “Reynolds and I are already in his car and heading to you. Oasis is only five minutes away from our home.”
Suddenly, I hear footsteps above me.
“Uhm, Papa,” I whisper. “Please tell me you’ve already made it home and are walking around upstairs.”
Silence is my answer.
“Get out of the house now,” he says urgently. “Go, Knox. Now.”
I jump up and run outside. I even make it off the porch and into the driveway. But then my body freezes in place.
“I can’t go any further,” I cry. “I’m in the driveway, but my feet won’t work anymore. I can’t leave the property. I might die.”
“Baby, please,” Papa begs.
“Knoxy, remember how to get to my house?” Reynolds asks. “It’s the same property, Knoxy. Just go the way I told you.”
“Through the dark woods?” I ask, knowing I’m being manipulated, but I still feel better knowing I’ll be on the same property.
“It’s a path, baby,” Papa says. “You won’t get lost. The stars will give you light. Please, Pup, just go.”
I glance back at the house and see a small light moving around from room to room.
“Oh, man, I’m going to die,” I cry before running into the woods. “Need to escape.”