Chapter 37
Oakley
Oh, that felt good.
So, I did it again.
Pressing my hips into the bed and mounted blankets, my hardness brushed against the soft material, finding the perfect little hole to press into.
It felt good, even through the sleep pants that Sabastian had slipped on me the night before.
I knew his side of the bed was empty, due to him having gotten up earlier than normal. I briefly remembered him telling me that he was working today, whatever that may be.
But that was far from my mind as I shifted my hips again, a small groan sticking in my throat.
This is wrong, I thought, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again.
I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me now. I was…so darn needy. I didn’t know how to explain the growing heat from within. It was so strong that any type of touch set me off.
I had been halfway sure that Sabastian would have done something to help since he was in a helping mood the night before. But he hadn’t touched me, hadn’t made a move to draw attention to it, either.
Which, given how little my thing was, he may not have even noticed. Sir liked to notice and gave me such not great advice on dealing with it.
As long as I didn’t touch, what harm would it do to find some sort of release against a mountain of blankets?
The need was too strong to ignore. The burning within was right there, calling to me to keep moving.
I pumped my hips over and over, my breathing a bit harder as I sucked on the paci. I could hear it squeak in my ears, along with my heartbeat, as I followed my instincts.
A blush filled my cheeks at the thought of Sabastian watching me on the camera right now. If he was, could he see how I humped the blankets? Could he hear my breathing and my small little moans of pleasure that rippled through my body?
If he was home, would he come help? Would he be nice enough to wrap his hand around me, coaxing me to finish?
With that thought, I burst and released a few long streams of stuff from the tip. I felt the blanket soak it up instantly, and I couldn’t help but thrust a couple of more times, dragging out the feeling.
That….that felt nice, I decided.
But that small, fleeting moment of release only lasted for a few seconds. Shame fell on me like nothing else ever had before.
I didn’t know if I should have permission to do that, or if Sabastian would even care if I did take care of….things.
Was he going to punish me if he found out? Would he be like Sir, and make me lick it all up, even though it was next to impossible to clean out of cloth like that?
I took deep breaths, willing my panic to stay away. If Sabastian didn’t know, then he couldn’t punish me for it. Or so I tried to tell myself.
Scrambling out of bed, I quickly used the bathroom and pulled my hair back off my face. Having strands in my face while trying to do laundry was one of the most annoying things ever.
After starting the first load, the soiled comforter first, I made my way downstairs.
With my shoulders down and arms loosely around my middle, I shuffled to the kitchen. Grabbing a muffin from the counter, knowing that if I didn’t at least eat breakfast, Sabastian would punish me.
I really wasn’t a big eater. It was hard enough to force myself to eat a full blueberry muffin, let alone eat three meals a day. And then he wanted me to add in a snack, too?
Was he crazy? Well, he might have been in fact, a bit crazy. He wanted to keep me, even though I had done next to nothing to serve him.
Letting my gaze travel out the window, I was nowhere closer to figuring out what he wanted from me than I had been that first day I was here.
It’d be easy to walk out of the door and disappear into the unknown. It’d take him long enough to come to track me down, I could be miles away if I tried.
But I couldn’t leave. The monsters were still out there, waiting for a chance to get their claws on me again. Just because Sabastian had a say over them, that would likely change if I did run.
Plus, what was out there? Was there anything that I didn’t have here? I’d lose a bed, warmth, and cuddles. That wasn’t worth losing over trying to find something better.
I didn’t think I’d find anything better than what I have right here, right now.
Sabastian wanted me, even if he hadn’t done anything to me like Sir did. I was...being cared for. It was nice, and different than how I’d ever gotten treated before.
I think I liked it here. Or at least, I could start to. Maybe I already did.
Finished with the muffin, I cleaned up any crumbs that may have fallen before heading back upstairs.
With Sir, I knew boredom very well. I knew how to keep myself busy or pretend to be waiting for whatever he wanted to do with me next. Here, it was different. The pacing was only so good for so long. And reading was always an option.
How had I forgotten?
I had a chore, something so simple, yet time-consuming.
Sabastian’s lists that he wanted me to go over. Three books worth, which probably wouldn’t take me all that long. But if I got to have those books in my hands again, I was reading through every single page.
I was going to make it worth my time. Plus, he didn’t say I couldn’t.
This time, so I didn’t forget about the washer, I took the first book and a pen to sit in the hallway, where I could hear the washer sing its little cute song when it was finished. With my back against the wall, knees bent up enough, I opened the cover and started on the checklist.
***
“Oakley?” A soft touch swiped over my face, causing me to scrunch it up.
I didn’t want to wake up. I was comfy. Well, not really. One side of my face was on the carpet, the fibers itchy as my body became aware of where I was.
When had I even fallen asleep?
“Wake up, sleepy boy.”
I blinked my eyes open, trying to get the sleepy haze to go away.
“How long have you been napping down here?”
“Don’t know.” I pushed myself to sit up, parts of my body screaming at me for having fallen asleep on the floor like a toddler.
Last I remembered, I had been working on the lists. I had finished washing all the bedding, too. And I wasn’t tired, or I hadn’t thought so anyway.
“I guess it’s a good thing I came home early,” Sabastian said, a tiny bit amused, helping me to stand. My legs wobbled, forgetting how to work for a moment. But that was all forgotten as he pulled me into a hug.
I hummed, my brain slow to wake up.
“I’m assuming you didn’t eat lunch. Again.”
I slowly shook my head while breathing the man in.
He hadn’t taken a shower yet, and sweat coated the front of his shirt in places. To most people that would probably be gross. But it only enhanced his smell, one that I didn’t want to admit to liking.
“You’ve been busy today. Washing the bed, I noticed.”
I nodded, leaning more into his hold. My brain was trying to go all fuzzy again while in his hold. It’d be so easy to just let him tell me what to do, and I’d follow him around wherever he went as long as he kept me in his hold.
He pulled back a few minutes later, and I couldn’t help but look up at him.
Never before had I felt strong enough to look at another person. Sir hated it when I looked at him. He’d hit, punch, or something that’d remind me of my place.
Sabastian was just as nice-looking as he was in personality. Slightly tanned face, as if he was outside every single day. A small dusting of dark freckles across the bridge of his nose, which was between two soft brown eyes. Eyes that hadn’t looked at me in horror or disgust.
Why did he like me? I was ugly when standing next to him. Messy hair, clean skin, normal colored eyes. I was….just not attractive in my own eyes, that’s for sure.
“And wearing my clothes again, too.” His eyes traveled up and down me, like he was taking every bit of me into his memory.
Was I supposed to be sorry about that? “Uh…sorry?”
I wasn’t sorry. I liked his clothes. They kept me sane and calm when he wasn’t around. I could have at least put some sort of bottoms on, though. But his clothes went past my butt easily, so I hadn’t exactly seen the point.
“You’re adorable.” He bopped a finger lightly against my nose, causing me to startle.
He shook his head, sort of amused. His eyes were light with humor, so unlike what Sir always looked at me like.
“I’m going to go get a shower. There’s a bag of something on the bed for you. A little birdy let it slip that there’s a certain boy who didn’t like the underwear I got them.”
I blushed, ducking my head. “They’re…fine.”
“Nope. They weren’t fine if you didn’t like them. I should have figured that out since someone doesn’t wear them unless told anyhow.”
I lifted a shoulder. I think I would go without them either way. But that wasn’t worth speaking my thoughts on. So, I followed the man to the bedroom. While he went to the bathroom, I went to the bed, finding the black bag.
Opening it, I reached my hand in. My skin came into contact with soft cotton. Much softer than the ones I had in the drawer.
Pulling out the first set, they were pale colors, and I wanted to try them on. They felt soft, as did the seams along where my legs would go.
The next pair were silky and smooth. My fingers rubbed along the front before I pulled them to my cheek. My eyes widened, feeling how cool the material was.
The third pair were similar to the first, pale and soft, but more like shorts. And the last pair were the kind that had the part that went up my crack, so I put them aside.
If Sabastian was as nice as he kept saying he was, maybe he’d not make me wear those. I’d rather suffer with scratchy underwear over those any day.
Carefully taking off the tags, I set each pair to the side. I mentally thought if there was enough laundry in the bathroom to start a load. I knew I had plenty of time to.
“What do you think?”
I jumped, turning to face Sabastian quickly while my heart picked up speed.
“Thank you.” I huffed. Once I got my heart to slow, I lifted my eyes. “Not those.” I pointed to the ones I didn’t want.
“Good to know. Thank you for letting me know you don’t like something.”
I turned back to the pile, afraid to see his expression. Words only went so far.
“Oakley?”
I hummed, turning slightly back towards him. I kept my head down, my hands busy with picking up the pile.
“I’m proud of you. Very much so. Thank you.
” Before I could second guess what he was doing, he was pulling me into a tight hug against his chest once more.
His damp skin was warm from his shower. My body instantly relaxed against him.
“I know it’ll take time for you to see that I won’t ever hurt you for telling me your dislikes.
But all we can do is take it one day at a time. ”
“He would,” I muttered. One hand had a mind of its own. My fingers swiped around the skin, tracking a few of the water droplets that dripped down his chest. It wasn’t my fault my fingers may have slowly circled one of his nipples.
Defiantly not my fault.
“I know he would, but I won’t. I will never raise a hand in anger towards sweet, little adorable boys who steal my heart.”
I blushed, closing my eyes. He couldn’t say things like that. The warmth in my cheeks spread to my chest, and slowly started traveling down more. My stomach filled with floaties that bobbed around.
“I’ll tell you every single day how much I’m enjoying your company.
Whether you believe it or not, I don’t ever want to go back to having an empty house.
I like you here. I like coming home to see you doing whatever you feel comfortable doing.
Let it be reading, cleaning, or just napping like I found you today.
“I want to introduce you to my parents.”
What?
I looked up, kind of shocked. Hadn’t he said he didn’t want them to meet me? Which I got. I was…well whatever I was. I didn’t expect him to ever meet anyone in his life.
“Only when you are ready, of course. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
“I’m yours.” I had been his since he took me away from Sir.
“Yes. But you’re more than just me taking you. I feel things in here,” he grabbed my hand, pressing it against his chest where his heart lay thumping. “I want more from you. I want to give you a life that you will thrive in.”
I could only blink.
“You turn eighteen tomorrow.”
And what did that have to do with anything? Was he finally telling me he was going to take my body?
“Tomorrow, things will change. You’ll be an adult, one I can protect better with certain types of documents in place. I can take you out, and show you the world.”
“You’re my world.” Everything I did revolved around this man. He was already at the front of my mind with everything I did. He owned me, so he could do whatever he wanted, even if he was nice about it all.
“You are more than just a pretty thing on a shelf, Oakley. Do you understand that?”
I shook my head. That was exactly what I was, though.
“You are human. With emotions, wants, and needs. And I want to be the one to fill all those.”
I sighed, shaking my head. We didn’t see me as the same type of person. Sure, I was a human. But that was all. I was nothing more than a breathing piece of pretty things.
“Expect to be showered with gifts tomorrow.”
That made me shake my head even faster. I didn’t need anything. “Just you.” That was all I needed. Just a man who could be nice.
I didn’t need feelings in the mix. It was hard enough to keep my heart locked in a cage and not escape. Because this man was nice enough that I could see myself falling for him in ways that would destroy me.