Chapter 9 #2
“Yes, please. I need to see you. It’s been driving me crazy.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think what they’d imply. Admitting how long I’d been craving him was a point of weakness. It showed more of my hand than I intended.
It took an agonizingly long time for Henny to move. Each button popped open like a shotgun in the dead of night as he peeled off his shirt. The methodical, steady releases felt like the most sinful strip show of my life.
Knowing the part I had in this plan of mine, I went about pulling off my own clothes. Henny’s brow rose, but he didn’t say a word.
The vulnerability of the moment wasn’t lost on me. I’d already given so much of myself today. What was it to reveal even more?
I’d killed men in the past without even blinking. Death was a constant companion.
Yet dropping to my knees in front of Henny while completely naked, I felt as if more than my body was on display. My heart. My soul. All of it laid before this man.
Henny stepped forward until the tips of his shoes pressed against my knees. From this angle, he was all power and control. The sight had my cock throbbing, my pulse spiking.
Lean muscle covered in golden skin. Blond hair covered the center of his chest and a thin trail led down to his cock. I wanted to touch him. Wanted to taste him.
Fuck, the things I’d have done for the chance.
“Look at you,” Henny whispered. “My good boy. What else do you want for your reward?”
I swallowed back the pleas at the tip of my tongue. Pushing him for too much too soon would backfire. Instead, I needed to prove I could be patient. I could continue to be good for him and wait until he was ready.
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around my cock. My slow stroke caught Henny’s eye.
“Can I—”
His hand landed on the top of my head, fingers weaving through my hair. “You can, Pip. Show me exactly how you like to be rewarded.”
A shiver worked through me at the authority in his tone. I worked my fist a little faster, careful not to finish this too soon but also doing as he said. Henny’s hand released my hair, trailing down my cheek until he could cup under my jaw.
The movement brought my gaze up to meet his. He held eye contact, as if this were a test of some kind. I wondered how he’d know how I like my cock stroked if he didn’t watch. But then I realize he probably was paying attention. Henny wasn’t one to half-ass a task.
My thoughts were confirmed when his voice came out all soft as his thumb brushed my cheek.
“You like being my good boy, don’t you, Pip? I saw how controlled you were today. How focused you got. I’m proud of you.”
The words were a brand against my soul. My hips jerked forward as a whimper caught in the back of my throat. I only barely held it back, though I doubt it did any good. Henny’s eyes got darker. He knew what he was doing to me.
“Oh, baby. That’s exactly what you need. To know how proud I am. To know you pleased me.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, I do. Please, Daddy. Tell me everything.”
The title I’d teased him with before felt right to use. It wasn’t something we’d discussed. Wasn’t even anything I’d ever used before.
But somehow it made sense.
Need pulsed through me, licking up my spine as I fought not to rut against his pant leg. I felt on edge. Like a wild animal desperate to breed or to be bred. I was a fucking horny monster on the edge.
Henny hummed, his lips tipping to one side.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better-behaved boy today.
You surpassed my expectations. Made me think of how I could keep you with me in the office each day.
That way I could give you orders, feed you, and reward you whenever I want.
You’d be Daddy’s perfect little killer, wouldn’t you? ”
I choked out a gasp as my orgasm shattered through me. My back arched as I shuddered with my release. Henny’s hand kept hold of me through it all. His gaze remained locked with mine, grounding me to each second and reminding me who I was doing this with.
Wrecked.
I was fucking wrecked.
It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath. Sometime during that, Henny’s expression shifted. There was still desire there, but I found other things I couldn’t read. Things I worried might make the situation between us change.
I wanted to keep going with whatever this was. Wanted to keep calling him Daddy and having his full attention on me.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up. Take your time. I’ll wipe up the floor.” Henny’s voice was soft. As if he meant to be tender.
Instead, it felt off.
He went into the bathroom first and came back with a towel. After tilting his head in that direction again, I took the hint and went to do as he said. I cleaned up on autopilot, my mind still fuzzy from the fantastic fucking release.
After a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to find Henny. He’d already seen me naked, so what was it for him to see me like this?
The minute I stepped into the living room, I felt the silence and knew I was alone. I pulled a shirt and gym shorts from my bag. I slipped them on, then went about walking around the suite.
Every single room was empty. His shirt and jacket were missing too. It was as if he’d never come back with me.
Henny had left.
He’d watched me… and then he’d left.
Shit.
The pleasure I’d felt moments ago drained away. He hadn’t even told me where he was going. Sure, I could find him. But it was obvious he didn’t want me looking.
I must have asked for too much. Must have pushed him too far, and he didn’t like it.
Maybe he hadn’t wanted to do any of that.
Did I force him? Was I in the wrong?
Of course I was. When had I ever done anything right that doesn’t involve murder? I’d been so desperate for his attention that I dropped to my knees and came apart from a little praise.
All I wanted to do now was curl into a ball and go numb. Feelings fucking sucked. I didn’t want them anymore.
I glanced at the bed we’d been sharing. The one that had kept the nightmares at bay.
Sleeping there wasn’t an option anymore. It wouldn’t feel right without Henny there. He needed space from me. Being in his bed would make it seem like I didn’t pick up what his leaving meant.
The couch would be fine. If I thought Rel wouldn’t get pissy at me showing up late, I’d go to his place. For tonight, I’d stay here. Tomorrow I’d either tell Rel I was leaving or I’d find somewhere different to stay while in Vegas.
I grabbed my blanket off the bed and collapsed on the couch. Tucking myself into a ball, I draped the blanket over my head.
Sleep would come. It had to.
But as I laid there, all I could think was how I’d fucked everything up. I finally had Henny’s attention and in a single night I’d scared him away.
I closed my eyes tight and felt the first tear fall.
By morning my pillow would be soaked.