Chapter 10 #3
My admissions then had made me cry, tears leaking down my cheeks. But he made me feel better afterward by milking my cock. Twice. And he called me umnyashka. It was said softly, almost with reverence, and I swear I thought he liked me. That maybe his obsession matched my own.
But it seems not. Not when I can be easily thrown away.
Worthless piece of shit. You’re better off dead.
I doze off curled around Doc, thoughts of Georgiy and Death infiltrating my memories. But before any of them can turn into a nightmare, I’m awoken by the sound of a low growl. My eyelids peel back, and I hear Doc sigh.
“This is the second time I’ve found you with him. I may have to dismember you, Doctor,” Georgiy says lowly, the last word said with derision. My heart thumps excitedly in my chest. But I tamp it down. No. I will not go to him like some overeager puppy. He left me. I deserve better.
No, you don’t. You’re a fucking disgrace.
I shake that thought away and sit up, rubbing at my eyes.
“I have nothing to say to you. Who I sleep with is none of your business.”
His eye twitches, and I hear his knuckles crack.
“Bane,” he says lowly. “Get out of his bed.”
I shake my head and fold my hands across my chest. “No. I won’t. You left me. Didn’t tell me where you were going. Didn’t even bring me a present. Doc says I deserve better, and I believe him.”
Georgiy’s nostrils flare.
“You do deserve better. We know this. But you’re mine.”
My dick perks up at the possessiveness, but I shove it down. I will not just cave. Not when I should advocate for myself. Doc is right. I should be treated better. He should have at least said he missed me.
“I’m going to stay here, and you can’t make me do otherwise. Go away.”
Georgiy looks at Doc and then purses his lips. “I am going to take him.”
Doc pats my leg. “Will you treat him nicely?”
“I always do.”
I pout as Doc reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out two zip ties. “If you need them.”
I gasp. “The betrayal! Doc! I trusted you.”
“If I didn’t do this, I’m sure that syringe in his pocket would kill me. I’d rather live another day.”
I push out my bottom lip and glower at him. “I won’t forget this.”
“I’m sure you won’t, but my house is always open to you.”
“It is not,” Georgiy says as he moves up next to me, and my body submits as he grabs onto my wrists. I can’t help it. I’m such a slut for him. He holds them together, surely feeling my hammering pulse beneath his fingers, and zips them together.
“Come with me, Bane of my existence. I have something to show you.”
I perk up slightly at that. “Did you bring me something? A present? A body?”
“I did bring someone back, but they’re not for you.”
A scowl moves across my face, but it goes ignored by him. I huff and puff as he leads me out of Doc’s house before I realize I should be resisting. I dig my bare feet into the ground, and Georgiy stumbles slightly.
“What are you doing? Must you fight me every step of the way?”
“I’m not just going to give in. I shouldn’t just let you cart me around. I’m not going anywhere with you!”
He eyes me, and then a moment later, I’m in his arms. I have to pinch the inside of my leg not to swoon. I really can’t do that. But hell, being tied up and being carried around is a dream come true. My dick is leaking. Like a faucet.
It’s really not going along with the program.
When we make it back to the main house, Georgiy moves inside without a word, not acknowledging anyone we pass.
Even though I cry out for help. In my mind, but still. Not one person comes to my aid. Probably because they think I’m not in any trouble. I love this kind of thing. Usually. But right now, I’m rioting. I’m very upset.
The bedroom door closes behind us with a snick, and Georgiy carries me into the bathroom, cutting the zip tie from my wrists and rubbing at the skin gently. The way he touches me sends a thrill through me. I will not be swayed by this.
He left me. He told me he didn’t want my present.
He didn’t want me.
The ring is still in my pocket, burning a proverbial hole in the fabric. Hurting my skin. I don’t want to give it to him now. He doesn’t deserve it.
“I’m going to bathe you. You smell like him.”
I harrumph, but let him maneuver me to the bath. He turns on the water and then strips me of my clothes.
“Get in.”
I fold my arms across my chest, not moving as quickly as he wants me to.
“I’m not just going to do whatever you want. I’m done being a simp for you, Georgiy.”
He eyes me, and then his hands are on me, forcing me into the tub.
Water splashes against his shirt, wetting it, and I fling some more onto him, just to be a brat.
He growls and aggressively scrubs me with a wash rag until my skin is pink.
By the time he gets me out of the tub, he’s dripping wet, and I’m feeling slightly better.
Good. I won’t just give in to him.
Not after he hurt my feelings.
I stand up, water sluicing down my skin, and his eyes rove over me as he hands me a towel.
“Dry off and get into bed.”
“Make me.”
I half-expect him to manhandle me until I’m under the sheets, but he doesn’t. He just starts to unbutton his wet shirt, exposing parts of him I’ve never seen. In this moment, I can do nothing but just stand there and watch him.
Oh. Oh my.
My skin burns hot as he pulls his shirt from his shoulders, and I greedily take him in. That strong, pale chest, the smattering of hair between his pecs, the muscles of his abdomen. Oh my.
Oh, this is bad.
I’ll cave like a cheap folding chair.
He shakes the shirt out and sets it on the counter, turning slightly so I can make out his back. And what I see makes me inhale sharply.
Scars. Long strips of them. As if his skin was peeled from him and left to heal.
He peers over his shoulder at me, those dark eyes igniting.
“Will you tell me what happened?” I choke out.
“Perhaps,” he says and then removes his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, leaving me staring at his glorious ass. My eyes move down his legs, and I see a large bruise on his ankle.
What is that from?
He’s never shown me his body before. This must be his way of apologizing to me. Letting me in. Just a glimpse, but it’s something.
My anger dissipates with each glimpse he gives me. And when he turns and enters the shower, showing me his cock and balls, I feel my mouth water.
Oh yes. I want to choke on that.
I stand there with the towel hanging next to me, water dripping down my skin as I watch him wash himself. His chest, his armpits, his dick.
I want to run my hands across his body, but I know he won’t let me.
So I just stand there, letting my hand slip down to my hard length as I watch him. Fuck, he’s so hot. My brain can’t handle all that skin. It’s perfect.
The water shuts off, and a very naked, very wet Georgiy appears, grabbing a towel and running it across his chest.
“Stop touching yourself and get into bed.”
“I want to look at you some more.”
He continues to rub the towel down his body, and I can’t help but stroke myself. The sight of him is too alluring, too good. I want to rub my face all over him, paint his skin with my cum.
He moves up to me and clutches the front of my neck roughly.
“You know I could kill you just like this.”
“While I’m naked?” I rasp, my fist moving faster over my cock.
He huffs, and then his hand leaves my neck, making me exhale loudly.
“Get into bed, Bane. I won’t ask again.”
He hangs up his towel before stalking off toward the bedroom. And I can do nothing but trail after him, my own towel falling onto the ground in a heap. When he stops near the bed and points to it, I start to stroke my dick again.
“In.”
“Are you getting in naked?” I gasp.
“Yes.”
I crawl into that bed so fast that the covers fall onto the floor. Georgiy sighs and then bends down to rearrange them. As he does, he eyes the tent between my legs made by the sheets.
It’s not going down. Not with him naked right in front of me. It’s too much for all my senses. I’m a total slut for him.
“I have a hole you can stick that dick in, if you want to.”
He says nothing, just tucks me. When he’s done, I turn over, messing his hard work up as he slips under the covers.
I wiggle closer and inhale. He smells wonderful.
“No touching. I’m warning you.”
“Will I ever get to touch?” I ask, my hand hovering over his chest.
He doesn’t say anything, just reaches up and turns off the light, enveloping us in darkness.
My hand moves between us, my breathing accelerating.
I shouldn’t like the darkness this much, not when it was used to torture me, used as a punishment.
But I get perverse pleasure from it. Knowing that I beat it.
Beat him. It took years, but I overcame, used it to my advantage, and now I can find pleasure in it.
He never expected that, I’m sure.
Death’s face floats through my mind, the sneer and evil curl of his lips, the way his eyes were filled with so much disdain in the shadows. I push my face into the pillow, and I slide my hands up the sheets to find purchase on something. And by accident, my fingers graze his side.
“Fuck. What did I say? Do not touch me,” he grunts.
I stiffen and blink my eyes open. He’s never spoken so gruffly to me before. And it wasn’t like I meant to touch him. I was just trying to get the image out of my head. The images of my past, of the man who tormented me.
“Don’t speak to me that way,” I murmur. “I didn’t mean to do it.”
When he doesn’t apologize, I wiggle across the mattress to the other side, turning my back on him.
“Bane.” My name is uttered gently, but I discard it. Just like he did to me.
“You know, I shouldn’t even sleep here. You’re mean to me. I deserve better.”
Georgiy lets out a long breath but says nothing. And I tell myself I’ll leave in a minute after I compose myself. I shouldn’t give him anything more, but once again, I close my eyes and end up falling asleep.