Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Mac
Fucking my pet while he’s under the influence of a sedative isn’t my goal, but when E tells me I can have him, even if he’s asleep, how can I resist?
The drug is only meant to help him sleep, since I can see how stressed he is leaving his father’s Miami house. Running into his ex, if you can call the man that, puts me on edge. I can keep E safe. I will protect him. Whatever he needs, I can provide.
E said he wants me to have him however and whenever I want, and I am happy to fulfill his request. The challenge of prepping him while not waking the man gets me hard, and I’m glad he’s drugged when E starts to stir. We don’t need him yelling for help and getting the hotel involved.
Clamping the hand I have tucked under his neck over his mouth quiets E’s increasing moans as I start pumping into him in earnest. E’s body is putty in my hands, letting me use him how I like.
Could I wait until E is fully conscious to fuck his ass for the first time?
Yes, but I get a sick thrill from taking him this way.
Having my pet at my mercy. It makes me want to play with his dick while he’s asleep, teasing the head and pulling back the foreskin, seeing if I can make him cum before he wakes up.
He’s partially awake now, though still limp and out of it from the drugs. Lifting my leg to get better leverage, I straddle his hips and pummel his prostate. Pushing in deeper, I feel his ass tighten around me as he lets out a little moan against my hand.
“Uh, uh, uh,” is all he gets out as I lean in to smell him. E’s hair tickles my nose, his scent a mix of the body wash he used in the shower and the distinct musk of his sweat.
The urge to fill him with my cum, mark him as mine from the inside, grips me and I fuck him harder. “You’re mine, pet.”
E whines and I feel his hole tighten, sending me over the edge I’ve been teetering on. I thrust into him as ropes of cum are ripped from my balls over and over again. Reaching under him, I feel a wet spot and roll to the side without leaving E’s body.
Sharing a bed isn’t something I've ever done or wanted, but I can’t help the satisfaction of having him in my arms. I don’t form attachments, but E feels like an extension of myself.
He belongs to me, and I can’t help hoping I don’t have to kill him.
In less time than I would like, I slip from his body and the bed to check my phone. The plane is almost ready, so I get dressed and grab loose clothes for my pet. E whines in his throat as I slide sweats and a tank-top on him.
Still, the mix of drugs and exhaustion means he stays asleep. The orgasm probably didn’t help, either.
When I have everything packed, I decide carrying him is my best option. After a moment of grumbling into my shoulder as we leave the hotel, E goes back to sleep in the car. We’re in the air as the sun is setting before he jerks awake at some turbulence.
“Wha-Where?” E asks, rubbing at his eyes and blinking at the cabin around us from his seat beside me.
“We’re in the air,” I state, though the view of pink clouds is a good clue. “Three more hours to New York.”
E sits up and nods, reaching for the bottle of water I put beside him. “Landing in LaGuardia?”
“Mm,” I confirm, pulling out Di’s laptop. “She has a camera on your Dad’s place in Manhattan.”
“What day is it?” E asks unexpectedly. I thought he might care that we have his dad under surveillance, but I guess he found that out at Di’s place.
“Saturday night. Why?”
“Just curious, since you have the show on Monday.” E shrugs and sets his bottle down, likely not realizing I drugged him with the water at the hotel. This one was sealed and provided by the flight attendant. “Won’t it cause issues if you’re not back?”
“My weekend is almost over, but I contacted the producer and my publicist,” who I hated talking to and usually made Di handle. “We are taking a hiatus for at least a week.”
“And they’re cool with that?”
The seat belt light turns off and I unbuckle so I can face E to answer.
“The news of my assistant’s break-in and kidnapping has gone public.
The show is announcing tomorrow that I am going back to my investigative journalist roots to track her down.
The cops hate it, and want me there to be interviewed, but I’m not a suspect.
Murder Talk will have a special about it when I’m back and Di is feeling better. ”
Di’s abduction isn’t the only thing in the news about me. Pictures of us at the hotel in Cuba have also surfaced, and I’m sure there will be more from Miami. Thankfully, Di is the bigger story. One I hope to turn into a rescue as soon as possible.
Also that we find E’s father before he hurts Di.
“I suppose they don’t have to lie about you being dedicated to solving the crime,” E points out before looking around. “Will there be a meal on this flight?”
“Yes, but I think we have about thirty minutes until it was planned. Are you hungry now?” I ask, standing to fetch the flight attendant who likely is afraid to check on us too much after last time.
“No. I mean, yes,” E grabs my wrist to stop me. “I’m hungry, but it can wait. Can we talk?”
Sitting down again, I notice he’s playing with his collar. “About?”
“Well, we had sex,” E states, biting his lips and staring at his hands that are twisting in his lap. “At least I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a dream?”
“It wasn’t a dream,” I confirm, grabbing his hands to stop his anxious movements. Looking at his face until E lifts those brown eyes to mine, I hold his chin in place. “You’re mine. And you said I could have you, even if you aren’t awake. Did you lie?”
E scrunches his face up in anger, “Of course I didn’t lie.”
“Do you regret giving me that permission?” I ask, not sure I care if he changed his mind. “Was I not welcome in your body like you suggested?”
“I said what I meant and I didn’t change my mind,” E tells me with a stubborn look, his shoulders squaring. “I wanted you before I knew more than your celebrity persona, and I want you now. Even if you did kidnap me and keep me hostage.”
“I also drugged you.”
“You what?” E says with a high pitched voice before whispering, “When?”
“After all the travel and stress of going to two of your father’s properties in two countries, you needed rest.”
My words are only stating the facts, and I know he might hate me for it, but it doesn’t change my position on his place in my life. Still, I’m surprised when he grins.
“Always wanted to try some cnc somnophilia, so I guess thanks for making that happen.”
Not knowing how to respond to my horny and forever unpredictable pet, I crash my mouth against his.
We kiss and grope, my beard rubbing his sensitive flesh raw and his lips plumping as I nibble and take my fill.
I’m considering unzipping my pants when I hear the clink of the curtain alerting us to the arrival of the flight attendant.
Breaking apart, I find her setting the tray of food down without looking at us. “If you need anything else, press the button.”
She makes a hasty retreat and E starts laughing. I give him a questioning look, but that just makes him laugh harder. He bends over with it, wiping tears from his eyes. Somehow, I find it entertaining.
The news is making wild guesses about me and the mystery man I’m with, but they have no clue he’s not my assistant or a random fling. He is quickly becoming my favorite obsession. They’re speculating about my sexuality, and I find I don’t care.
If they only knew my real secrets.