Chapter 9
Victor
Sevastyan’s in no hurry. Once again, he’s drawn me into a trap, and I walked straight into it, as if he hasn’t already proved himself as superior in every way.
A sob escapes my mouth when he clicks his tongue, wordlessly communicating that he’s disappointed rather than surprised by my actions. A single light comes on, and I’m faced with the reflection of my gangly form, now awkwardly dangling by one leg.
Will he rush to bring his sketchbook and start a new tarot-inspired series? I make the most pathetic Hanged Man in the history of art, and that thought makes me weep even harder, because of course he can’t care for someone as ugly as me.
It’s all a joke to him.
“And there I was, thinking we reached an understanding. Real shame,” Sevastyan says, standing in front of me in a lightweight tracksuit.
“I… I just… and the door was open…” I’m not even making sense to myself, so no wonder he shakes his head, no less gorgeous when viewed from upside down .
“That’s a really rude and cowardly thing you wanted to do.”
“I’m sorry! I panicked!”
Sevastyan hums as he traces my ankle with his fingertips. “Should I clip the Achilles tendon, or the whole foot?”
My stomach sinks, and my heart goes into overdrive. “No! Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I’ll never try this again!”
He rolls his eyes. “Why would I believe you? This was a test, and you failed.”
Despite the hurt in his words, I sense his fingertips on my skin, skimming my flank in an unexpected caress.
Of course it was a fucking test. I’m so stupid, but can anyone blame me? I’m not used to any of this. I let out a sob that resonates through my whole chest. I should yell at him, tell Sevastyan he’s a fucked-in-the-head psycho. That would only make him angrier though.
“I thought I was allowed to roam since you left the door open,” I try, even though my mind is a bucket slowly filling with blood. Is my attempt at lying pathetic? Have I already admitted earlier that I tried to escape? My thought process is chaos.
“Stop lying. That’s the worst you can do right now,” he tells me, voice sharp even as he splays his big, warm hand on my stomach and slides it over my chest, toward my vulnerable neck. He has to scoot down to meet my eyes.
I’m shaking, as if the cold waves of the ocean below us are hitting me again and again.
“I’m sorry. But you must understand how scared I am.”
A shrug.
Really? That’s all the answer I’m getting?
“I told you I won’t hurt you... unless you keep trying to run, because then cutting off those tiny feet would be inevitable. ”
I’m about to confront him when he leans in and... licks my nipple?”
I gasp. I’ve never thought of my body as much of an asset, but Sevastyan’s fascinated by it, so maybe that’s an angle I can use?
“No, please. I—My feet can have all sorts of uses,” I say, embarrassed by the memory of how horny I was in the morning. I rocked against his foot like some sex maniac. No wonder he was surprised about my lack of experience.
“Can they now?” Sevasyan smirks, squinting at me. “What if I pickled them?”
I sob. “What is wrong with you? I’m just… I… I’m a normal person, okay? Maybe a little fucked-up, but I can’t handle any of this.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that when you broke into my house with a gun,” his voice turns cold. “You are lucky to be alive and you don’t even recognize how good you have it.” He boops my nose hard enough for me to swing back.
“I thought you were just a reclusive painter.”
“You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, pretty thing.
I was made to deal with people much more dangerous than you could ever be, and I disposed of so many I stopped counting.
You wouldn’t be a threat to me even if I let you down and gave you your gun back.
You will either be my toy, or you will be nothing.
No one who enters this house is allowed to leave. ”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone about you or the house!”
Sevastyan tut-tuts and shakes his head. “Victor. You proved to me on day one that you’d give up any information at the mere threat of violence. I didn’t even need to use those pliers for you to fold.”
He’s right. He’s so fucking right. I’m a little rat who will do anything to avoid pain. “Why are you like this?” I ask helplessly when he teases my nipple with his thumb, as if to remind me of the pliers.
Sevastyan sighs, eyes closed as he rubs his face against my trembling stomach.
He’s like a predator about to take a bite of my innards.
“For fifteen years, I had no place to call my own. I traveled wherever my employers sent me and killed whoever they pointed at. I have many enemies, pet, and this house is a trap I set for them. I know everything that happens within its walls. You couldn’t scratch your nose without me finding out. ”
I swallow, finally realizing what he’s already hinted at. He’s been part of an organized crime network and would have no qualms about crushing a little ginger bug like me. My only hope is that he actually likes my company.
“Your heart beats so fast,” he murmurs with his forehead against my belly. “I don’t want to scare you, but I will if that’s what it takes for you to understand your position. I didn’t avoid death or capture by being naive. Do you think I’m naive, Victor?”
“N-no.”
“So do think I would just leave your door open because I’m sloppy?”
“No.”
“Why did I test you then?”
“B-because I needed to learn a lesson?” I try as more tears roll into my hair. I stare at this beautiful monster in front of me. I want to both run and reach out for him for safety.
This time, he offers me a faint smile and cups my face, rubbing his thumb across my lips.
“I don’t want to scare you, or make you uncomfortable.
In fact, I wish you’d understand your place is now here, with me.
What is it that you’re trying so hard to run back to?
That job at Paulo’s Pizza? Or your dead friends at the funeral home? ”
I look away, because he hit the nail on the head.
I’ve got nothing. A shitty room where I can barely fit a space to paint, no money, and no friends.
I just sniff, not knowing what to say. Why would he even want someone so pathetic in the first place?
This is a complete and utter mind fuck. I shouldn’t want him, nor feel tempted to accept that staying here might not be a bad option at all.
“You could probably find someone better,” I mutter, even though it feels like digging my own grave. My emotions are all over the place, and they’re taking over when thinking logically isn’t all that feasible anymore.
A glance at his bare feet once more reminds me of the footjob he gave me and how I liked when he was a little mean to me.
I loved sucking on his toes. I loved serving him.
“Maybe I could,” he says, shrugging despite a smile looming on his face as he watches me, stroking my body with featherlight fingers. “But you are the one I want. You are the one who set my imagination on fire, and whetted my appetite for something different. I need you here. Do you understand?”
Is it wrong that I feel special for being chosen even if it’s by a psycho killer? His focus on me is like the warm rays of sunshine even deep into the night. “Y-yes?” It comes out raspier than I intended.
“Oh yes. I want to memorize every freckle on this soft skin,” he whispers, and then I’m choking on air, because his tongue is so wet and hot as it slides toward my navel. And my cock.
What does he see in me? Does it even matter when for the first time in my life someone decided I’m something more than a waste of space? “I will keep you fed, and safe, and well-fucked. ”
I get to admire his incredible musculature as he rises, his tongue going ever higher, all the way to my—oh fuck. I’m hard. Why am I hard?
Sevastyan chuckles. “Kinky boy. You like a bit of fear? Or are you just that responsive to me?”
Shivers run up and down my spine, and I wiggle my toes as he rubs his fingers up my thighs. Or down my thighs? I’m not even sure anymore.
“Nothing to say?” he demands, and when he steps forward, my forehead kisses the front of his pants. Heat buzzes throughout my skull, and as I imagine myself sucking on his dick in this position, hung with my head down, my own erection throbs.
Of course it does.
I’m a freak.
The cables in my head have tangled, and somehow fear leads to arousal. I can’t help it.
I imagine Sevastyan grabbing my head and fucking my mouth like I’m his new fleshlight. I might be inexperienced, but that doesn’t stop the filth from flooding my mind.
“I… um… I think I’m a little fucked-up,” I say with a sob that doesn’t make my dick any softer. If I could, I’d have probably just pushed my hips at his face, because I’m growing needier by the second.
“That makes two of us, pet,” he rasps, and I freeze when the heat of his breath touches my cock. I’m prepared for him to pull away and tease me further, but that hot tongue rolls over my shaft, and then guides it inside the hottest fucking mouth...
My eyes roll back, and I jerk in the air, my head spinning as he pulls me close, so his stiffening dick is touching my chin through the fabric.
I can’t even worry about the pain in my leg anymore, because my mind is exploding with bliss. I’m still fucked-up, but it no longer matters. I moan, melting at the sensation of his wet mouth sucking me in. I could cry right now for completely different reasons.
“L-let me…” I try nuzzling his dick, out of breath, and out of my damn mind, but he only hums, covering my cock in an invisible web of tiny yet agitating tremors.
I’ve never been touched like this before. A part of me feared I didn’t deserve anyone to pleasure me, yet here is this gorgeous, talented man, groaning as he squeezes my cock between his tongue and palate.
He’s so hungry for it.
He wants it. Wants me .