Chapter 14 Malcolm
Chapter fourteen
Malcolm
The fucker made me cum four total times before he finally came too.
At least he came inside or I might have strangled him.
There was just something about Ethan’s cum in my ass that made me feel whole.
I'd been missing it for years so excuse the fuck out of me for trying to get twinkied every chance I could.
The idea of any other man putting his dick anywhere near me let alone filling me full of cum made me want to vomit. It was just Ethan for me. I didn’t even look twice at another man.
There was one time though that I did flirt with a fan to try and get a rise out of Bugsy, but quickly learned my lesson when the fan grabbed my ass and E stabbed him. It had freaked me out a bit but not in the ‘I should stay away from him’ kind of way. More of the ‘why is my dick hard’ kind of way.
He'd left me high and dry after too, well after I told the cops he'd stabbed the guy for grabbing my ass. In my defense, I thought I was helping Ethan. Turns out I almost got him jail time and pissed him off enough to leave me. I never wanted to make that mistake again.
I snuggled up in his bed, pulling the covers over my sore spent body and frowned when he jumped out of bed and got re-dressed.
“What… um, where are you going?” I asked, watching him.
“I told you I have dinner plans with Blake.” He said, looking at his mirror hanging on the wall and fixed his hair. “I'm right on time too.”
“On time?” I asked, my heart sinking a bit. “Are you telling me you just fucked me on a time limit?” I scoffed, clenching my fists.
He paused and turned towards me, hands dropping from his hair. “I didn't mean it how it sounded.”
“Then how did you mean it?” I hissed. I wasn't mad he was going to see Blake. I knew he was obsessed with her, and I did know they had plans.
I was mad he fucked me and now was running to her. Literally.
“She asked to meet in two hours for dinner right after we got off the phone.” He said.
“So, you thought you could fuck with my body for what, an hour, hour and a half then go be with her?” I frowned.
He shifted, his cheeks getting pink. “Kind of?”
I set my jaw and looked away. “Is this going to be a regular thing?” I asked barely a whisper. “You fucking me then running off to her, I mean.”
He winced. “Only until I can get the two of you together too. I want the three of us together. Last night was something I never thought I could have. I want more of it.”
“So, let's just tell her. Problem fucking solved.”
“We can't, Mal. Your manager will kill us.” He said, shaking his head.
He wasn’t wrong. My manager was a ball buster and didn't like anyone knowing my identity, but how many people had a death moth tattoo on their neck?
“So what, I'm just supposed to be your fucking secret until you find a way to make us all work?” I snarled.
“Don't be mad. I'm talking to her tonight.”
I scoffed again and got up from the bed, going to my clothes despite my legs feeling like Jello. My eyes burned with tears, but I refused to cry.
“Malcolm, what are you doing?”
“Leaving.” I snapped. “Call me when you figure your shit out.”
“Malcolm be serious.” He rolled his eyes.
“I am serious. That's the fucking problem, Ethan.” I snapped. “That's the fucking problem because I'm serious and you're not even sure you want me!” My throat felt tight and I held onto my shirt, my head swimming. I would never be enough, compared to Blake.
“Mal, I do want you.” He said, his firm hand grabbing my arm.
“Funny fucking way of showing it, fucking me then leaving me for someone else.” My teeth clenched together, shaking his hand off but it held strong.
“You’re jealous.” His voice was hard. Like he had the audacity to be upset when I was the one who had just been used like a cheap whore.
“Jealousy is not what's going on here.” I seethed. “I want all of us to be together. Blake, you, and me.”
“I want that too.” He pulled me against him.
“You seem focused on just the: you and her part.” I seethed.
“I told you I was talking to her tonight.” Ethan grunted in my ear, holding onto me tight.
“Doesn't change the fact that you're literally fucking me and running to her. Let me go, Ethan.” I pushed him away.
“So, help me Malcolm, I will chain you to the fucking bed.” I could practically feel the anger radiating off him.
“So what, you're the only one who gets to walk away?” I scoffed, turning away slightly, throwing an arm in dismissal.
“I don't have time for this.” He hissed, pinching his nose.
“I'm not keeping you here.” I threw my hands up. “By all means; Go to her.”
His hand grasped my wrist and dragged me towards him. “I'm done playing this game.” He spat, dragging me towards the bed.
“Ethan I'm serious!” I tried yanking away but he was stronger.
“I am too. I don’t trust you won’t leave so I'm cuffing you to the bed.” He opened a bedside drawer and took out a pair of cuffs with one hand, expertly opening them. “I do want you, I'll prove it, but you need to stay here.” His other hand held me tight, pulling me against him.
“You're not cuffing me to the fucking bed.” I started fighting him more, pushing on him only for my other hand to be grabbed and wrestled to the bed.
“I wouldn't need to if you'd just stayed.” He huffed, pinning me down. “Malcolm for years all I've wanted was you. If you think I'm letting you walk out that fucking door you're mistaken.” He said, breaths coming out in little puffs as he fought against my struggling.
“I'm not a fucking pet!” I yelped, panting from the struggle. “You can't force me to stay.” The cuffs clicked into place and I stilled, knowing I had lost. I looked up at my hands, the cuffs had been woven through the bars on the headboard and locked around each wrist.
“Watch me.” His hand gripped my jaw and kissed me. For the first time I didn’t return it, despite how desperately I wanted to. I didn’t want to listen to his words, I didn't want his hands on me. I wanted to be far away.
For as long as I can remember, it's only been Ethan. My heart, my soul, fuck even the blood in my veins; it was all for him.
Did he ever feel the same?
My eyes swelled with tears and I rattled the cuffs. “Don't you dare fucking leave me here like this you, bastard.”
“Just until you calm down and listen.” Ethan said, his soft voice giving my skin goosebumps.
He took out his phone and immediately started texting, my blood boiled with a new rage.
Fuck Ethan Bugsy.
“I have been listening, Ethan.” I spit his name, teeth grinding together. “I listened when you said you didn't know if you wanted me. I listened when you told me I wasn't good enough, I listened when you fucked me like a whore then immediately got up to go see someone else.”
“Malcolm.” Ethan said, his brows drawing together and voice going soft.
“Oh, my Songbird.” He whispered, cupped my cheek but I turned my face away.
“When did I ever say you weren't good enough?
It's not that I don't want you, because trust me, I need you like I need the blood in my veins, the air in my fucking lungs, Mal–”
“But you need her more.” I snapped, cutting him off, the bit in my stomach growing.
“That's not true.” Ethan said, glancing at his hand when his phone dinged.
“Just stop.” I said, sounding exhausted and rattled the cuffs on the frames again. Staring at myself in the ceiling mirror. “Stop saying things to keep me here if I'm not what you want.”
“You are.” He hissed, grabbing my jaw and turning it towards him. He looked pissed. A fire burned in his eyes that I hadn’t seen since he stabbed someone for touching me. I should be worried, but I wasn’t.
My cock was twitching.
Traitor.
“I just want you to want me as much as you do her.” I whispered.
“My songbird, I do. Don't ever worry that pretty head of yours about how much I want you. I would kill for you, Mal.” He leaned over me, still holding my chin. “Once she's with us, it'll be just like old times.” His voice was velvet in my ears.
“If you meant that then you'd be trying harder to get her with us.”
“I am.”
“You're not!” I snapped, kicking my leg out in frustration and rattled the cuffs again. “She doesn't even know it was me last night. She has no idea who I am. I'm ready to go to my manager and you're having dinner alone.”
“We're having dinner here.” Ethan said with a small smirk.
“I don't care where the fuck you're— here?” I blinked and swallowed thickly. What did he mean here? Did I have to leave?
“Yes.” He pecked my lips. “I was a dick to think I could fuck you then leave you. You're right. While you've been in time out, I asked her to come here instead.” There was a smirk in his voice and I wanted to kick him.
It was only after I'd crashed out on him, but it was still something. He'd thought of a way for us to be together tonight at least. “Are you telling her about last night?”
He sighed and hung his head, soft hair curtaining his eyes. “Against better judgement. Will you behave?” His head lifted to look at me, that look still in them, as if daring me to refuse him.
“Behave is relative.” I said, licking my lips and wagging my brows.
I was still hurt and pissed at Ethan. I'd been in love with him since before he'd ever looked my way though.
Back when he was dating my sister. He was back in my life and while he went about it in a shitty way, he was trying. Kinda.
He huffed out a breath. “I swear to fuck, Malcolm.”
“I'm staying.” I chuckled softly. “If that's what you mean. I'll stay and see how dinner goes.”
It felt like every fiber of Ethan’s body relaxed at my words. His eyes got softer and his shoulders dropped. “That's all I ask.”
“I wanna see Blake.” I shrugged. “Uncuff me, E?”
His eyes locked on mine and twinkled with mischief. “Not just yet.” Ethan started backing away.
“The fuck does that mean!?” I snapped, watching him retreat, eyes going wide. “Come back here, Ethan. Hey!”