Chapter 4 #2
“Good boy,” he says as he twists his wrist and hits my prostate, making my eyes roll into the back of my head at the sensation zinging through me.
Like being electrocuted. Just shocking, really.
Any time he touches me, I feel like I’m transported into a different galaxy. One where there is only pleasure.
And pain.
“There it is,” he says, his accent deepening. It always does when he’s horny. It’s how I can tell he wants me even when he pretends he doesn’t. He presses against that small bump, and my fists tighten on the bed frame, holding on for dear life as he massages that magic spot until I’m writhing.
“You’re doing better than you normally do,” he says, his eyes flicking up to meet my gaze.
I let out a huff of pride, and his fingers press harder, making me arch up, and a groan escapes my mouth.
He freezes, and his lips turn down into a frown.
“Bad, Bane. Not a fucking sound.”
I whimper as he starts to pull his fingers from my hole, but I clench my legs around him and shake my head, begging him with my eyes.
Don’t go. I want to explode. Like a volcano.
He holds my stare and then dips his head slightly. My legs loosen, and he continues massaging, driving me closer and closer to the edge, making everything tighten inside me. My cock is throbbing, dark red and purple, precum beading on my tip, dripping like a popsicle. He should lick me up.
He doesn’t, though. He just stares at it for a long time before swiping that bead of precum away with his thumb.
But oh hell, him touching my dick drives me wild.
My body shifts down the bed as I try to fuck against his fingers, wanting it harder, wanting more, but he holds me still, giving me only what he wants me to have.
He’s such a control freak.
“You are close,” he states, and I nod, my arms aching as I hold onto the bed frame. My entire body is shaking, the vein on my dick throbbing. Oh devil. I want to come. I want to explode across his fancy suit, dirty him up.
I want to see him lose his cool.
It never happens.
I may die and never see my dream come true.
“You can come. Untouched. And not a fucking sound when you do it.”
His fingers inside my ass increase the pressure, his other hand pinching my foreskin closed as he waits for me to fall over the edge. And I do with a muted gasp, my cock exploding, only for my release to be trapped inside my dick.
And Georgiy doesn’t let up. He continues to work my prostate.
“Not enough. You have more in you.”
My fingernails dig into the metal of the headboard as I feel my cock twitch again and more cum dribbles from my tip. He keeps it contained though, his gloved hand moving from between my legs, my hole clenching around nothing.
The aftershocks leave me weak, my arms flopping above my head. Useless limbs. My eyelids flutter as I meet his stare.
He’s watching me intently.
“That was hot,” I rasp. “You should totally fuck me now.”
The fingers holding my foreskin closed slip from my dick and my release dribbles down my length.
“No. I’m going to bathe you and then put you to bed. Where you’ll rest.”
I wiggle slightly, my ass smarting with the rub of the tattoo against the sheets. “If I’m a good boy, will you make me come again?”
He arches an eyebrow. “Perhaps. Now up you go.”
I stand and the cum that was on my dick slips down my skin and onto my thighs, making a bit of a mess.
The orgasm plus the concussion have left me slightly dizzy, but Georgiy puts his arm around my waist and helps me into the bathroom, sets down a towel near the edge of the tub, and tells me to sit on it.
My naked body leans against the wall, my feet resting in the ceramic tub as he takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, revealing those sexy forearms. I want to take a bite out of them.
I’ve had dreams of this. Just sawing one arm right off and masturbating with it.
The faucet turns on, warm water rushing around my feet as Georgiy leans down and wets a washrag, spurting soap onto it and lathering it up. I love the precise way his hands move. He’s so clinical.
It makes me want to see him break.
To see him completely unhinged.
“Lean forward,” he says as he kneels on the floor, and I do as he says.
Without another word, he begins to wash me.
The sexiest sponge bath of my entire life.
My cock perks up again, ready for another adventure.
But he only swipes the rag over it before rinsing it and then moving up to my chest and face, wiping me off quickly and telling me to turn around.
I do as I’m told, bending over slightly as he washes my back and legs, sliding the wet rag through my crack and cleaning up the lube.
And then he helps me stand up, placing a towel around my shoulders and walking me toward the sink.
“Lean over the sink. I’m going to check your tattoo.”
My elbows hit the counter, and I let out an eager exhale as he removes the bandages from my ass cheeks and admires it. It’s silent, but I can feel it.
“Very good. Let me put on fresh bandages.”
He moves into the other room, only to return a moment later, pressing the Saniderm bandages on my skin with precision.
“How does it look?”
“Expensive,” he replies and then leads me into the bedroom, sitting me on a chair and changing the sheets on the bed.
“Will you stay with me?” I ask as he works his way around the mattress, tucking each corner in perfectly.
“Yes.”
I grin, and his eyes flick to mine.
“Was I a good boy?” I ask.
“Yes.”
And that makes me puff up. I am the best boy. For him.
I don’t dream like most people. I wish I did. But mine are mostly memories. When I sleep, I’m able to recall bits and pieces of my past. The worst moments. The ones I can’t recall when I’m awake.
It’s these secrets that I told Georgiy the last time we were together.
It all started a couple months ago when I smuggled myself into the trunk of a vehicle to visit Angel on the East Coast. I spent most of the time sleeping and masturbating, hidden in a duffel bag, and when I arrived at Mikhail’s estate and saw Georgiy, I knew it was game over for me.
Dark and handsome. A killer just like me—the icing on the eyeball cake.
I wormed my way into his life, slowly but surely, and when I admitted I had secrets, he tied me to his bed and made me tell him everything. It started out disjointed, but eventually, I found the words.
Sometimes I remember, and sometimes I just forget.
But right now, as I toss and turn in bed, my past makes an appearance. It rears its evil head.
“You were never any good,” a deep voice says. Someone familiar, someone I should know. “Always doing the opposite of what I ask. And why is that, hm? Do you enjoy making me angry?”
I peer up at the man hidden in the shadows. In this moment, I feel small, weak. Broken. Something throbs in my chest, right near my ribs.
“Answer me.”
I shiver, but can’t find the words. I’m not good. I do the opposite of what he wants because he doesn’t ever tell me what he wants. I’m left to guess, and I always fail.
I’m never any good.
No one ever wants me. Just me.
“Seems you can’t even speak. Useless. A waste. Bring him to the cellars. Leave him there until he finds his voice. I want him to figure out how he can do better, and until he can tell me, he can rot.”
I struggle, trying to find a way to escape, but I can’t. I’m stuck. And before I know it, darkness descends. And I’m alone once more.
When I wake up from the small nap, I blink my eyes open and grunt when the pain in my head amplifies. The dream I had—which was not really a dream—lingers in the back of my mind, making my already hazy brain worse.
“Fuck a nut,” I murmur, pushing the memories aside.
I wish I didn’t remember that one. It only left me feeling cold and alone.
A clatter has me turning my head slightly, wincing as I move. Teddy is standing over me, concern on his face.
“Where’s Georgiy?” I rasp.
I blink up at Teddy, who sighs. “He’s downstairs with Anthony,” he signs.
“He should be up here with me. I’m injured.”
And I need a hug.
Teddy helps me sit up and hands me a cup of tea and a small cake. “Eat.”
I nod. “Where’s Jake?”
“He’s outside with Angel. Showing him the garden.”
I scrunch the corner of my nose, letting him know I understand. I slurp my tea and then shove the cake into my mouth, relishing the taste. Sweet, bright. It helps to take the edge away from the memories.
“Better go see him then. No time to waste.”
Teddy eyes me skeptically, but still helps me stand. I’m naked, but Teddy grabs Georgiy’s suit jacket that was laid out on the back of a chair and holds it out to me.
I pull it on, swaying slightly, dizziness overtaking me, but then it dissipates and I’m able to take a long breath.
“Wowza, I almost vomited all over your shoes,” I tell Teddy, and he huffs. “So, tell me. What are they discussing? Did they talk about me? About how handsome I am? Do I look good in this suit jacket with nothing else on?”
Teddy arches an eyebrow, and I lean into him. He’s so strong. I reach up and squeeze his muscles.
“You should show Jake these,” I say. “Take off your shirt and wander around the property. Really catch his eye.”
Teddy doesn’t reply right away, just keeps walking. But the seed has been sown.
I hope I get to see this interaction.
“Jake doesn’t notice me,” Teddy eventually signs.
“He’ll certainly notice you if you take off your shirt and bounce those mommy milkers.”
Teddy scoffs as he leads me toward the office, knocking softly before walking in. I see Georgiy immediately. He’s sitting on the couch, his hands folded in his lap, his eyes flicking to mine as I approach.
“You should be in bed,” he says, making Anthony turn toward me, his finger tapping on the desk.
“I’ve had worse,” I say as I plop down next to him and burrow into his side. “Just have a headache.” I peer up at Georgiy. “And a dick ache. If you want to take care of that.”
He turns back to Anthony, who is hiding a smirk behind his hand.