18. Chapter 18
I sat cross-legged in my underwear on the kitchen floor, giving Cleo pets and treats as I trained her to shake with her paw while Angel made us breakfast. She learned quickly, although she was pretty trained as it was.
“You’re spoiling my dog.”
“She deserves it, don’t you, pretty girl?”
She licked my face with a big, wet tongue as if she understood my words.
Suddenly, Angel lifted me off the floor and plopped me on top of the counter where we normally ate. He spread my legs and settled between them as he sipped his coffee. I grabbed some toast from the plate and took a bite, then I fed him a bite.
“Now that you’re stronger and filling out, we’re headed to The District to continue with your training. The building has more space than I do for sparring. You need to learn how to fight and defend yourself. I also need to talk to Sid.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t go easy on you. You need to learn quickly. We’ve already wasted enough time waiting for you to get stronger and gain weight. At least you’ve been practicing with your bow.”
“Then don’t. It’s not like I don’t understand pain, but I know you’re doing it to help me, not hurt me.”
Angel set his coffee on the counter and trailed his hand up my body until he reached my throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Does this scare you?”
I swallowed. “A little, but I trust you.”
He squeezed tighter and brought his face closer to mine. “You shouldn’t.”
“Do you plan on hurting me?”
“No, but I don’t trust myself all the time, either. I’ve never been this close to someone since I lost Ben. I’m my father’s son, after all.”
I placed my hand on top of his as he continued to squeeze my throat and forced him to squeeze tighter.
It made breathing difficult, but it was nothing compared to my electric collar.
I’d be lying to say I wasn’t nervous, which was the after-effect of all my years of abuse.
But I didn’t lie when I said I trusted my angel.
His brows furrowed, and he frowned as he watched me squeeze his hand.
Then I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth.
He eased the tension on my throat and moved his hand up to grip my jaw, controlling our kiss.
I stared into his pale green eyes, dilated from lust. He stared back, and I died to know what he was thinking, but I didn’t ask.
Was he asking for permission? Was he checking me for lies? Was he having doubts?
“You’re not your father,” I finally said after we pulled away, coming to the conclusion that he was having doubts.
“I kill without remorse.”
“You didn’t kill me.”
“I should have.”
“But you didn’t. You chose to keep me alive. We’ve already discussed this, Angel. I trust you. I want you. I love you.”
He didn’t argue as he usually did and, instead, let my face go and grabbed the edges of my boxer briefs, and pulled them down far enough to release my penis, which was hard for him. I used to rarely get hard, but Angel made me that way a lot.
When he grabbed my length, I leaned back on my hands and spread my legs further apart.
He bent over and swallowed me whole. I gasped at his warm and wet mouth.
He was the first man to ever touch me like that, and I wanted more.
My body had been trained to be used and abused, not loved on.
Angel loved my body, caring about my pleasure and giving me happy memories through my nerves and fears.
Each horror was soon replaced with arousal.
My pain would probably never leave me, but at least I didn’t have to suffer anymore.
Not with my very own bringer of death. Slayer of my enemies.
Angel lifted my hips and pulled off my underwear the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor, then he placed my legs over his shoulders and swallowed me down again.
I grunted from the shock of how much he turned me on.
How hard he made me. He popped off and shoved my legs back with my ankles resting on his shoulders to lick from my hole and back up along my length.
I whimpered as my head lolled back and my toes curled.
My eyes rolled up into my head as I absorbed the ever-blissful sensation he gave me.
“More.”
“You like me licking your hole, Sunshine?”
“Yes. Please.”
I fell back onto the counter as he dug his tongue inside me. I whined and begged for more despite him giving me exactly what I was so desperate for. He pulled away and swallowed my penis again while shoving fingers inside me. They wiggled around until the sparks danced behind closed eyelids.
When I finally came, I flew. My weightless body floated away into a world of pleasure, filling my veins with need and want. With a last lick on my sensitive head, I gasped and clawed at granite, unable to find a purchase.
Angel eased my legs off him as I panted and tried to calm my heart. How could the inside of my body be in total chaos while the outside was filled with numbness as if I had lost all my muscles?
He helped me to sit up and laughed. “Look at your stupid grin. You’re blissed out of your mind. Cum drunk.”
“Yeah…”
When my brain finally started functioning again, I hopped off the counter on wobbly legs and dropped to my knees, taking Angel’s underwear with me. He tried to lift me back up, but I shooed away his hands.
“That was just for you, Sunshine.”
“But I want to.”
“Only if you’re sure. I’m not forcing you. When it comes to sex, we have free will around here. You have every right to tell me no.”
I simply nodded and consumed him. If I was good at anything, it was giving head. It was one of my purposes. I used to hate doing it, but I loved doing it for my angel. He brought me beautiful pleasure and release, I could only do the same for him.
It didn’t take long to swallow down his earthy flavor, rendering him as limp and numb as I had been a moment ago.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.”
“I know.”
He lifted me up gently by my head and kissed me. We exchanged our essence with a lot of tongue and lip nibbling.
“Go get dressed,” he said on my mouth.
T wo hours later, Angel and I stood in the center of a room covered in thick black mats on the floor. He was gorgeous while shirtless and wearing light cotton joggers as he wrapped my hands up in thin gloves. Then he wrapped his own hands.
“Normally, when we learn martial arts, there’s a process.
You’re first trained in simple moves and forms, but that will take too long.
Instead, you’re going to learn forms as we learn to fight.
There’s beauty in forms, but we’re here to teach you how to defend yourself.
And now that you have some definition and muscle, you should be able to take more. ”
“Yes, Angel.”
“And the moves you’ll learn will be vicious. Ways to get out of chokeholds or how to go straight to sensitive parts of the body to escape. I want you to use these moves to defend yourself and then run. Don’t stick around to keep fighting.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
I had to admit this was a little scary, but I needed to deal with it if I wanted to be self-reliant.
While I loved Angel taking care of me, it was all I knew.
There would be times he had to go away and leave me alone, so I had to be able to do it and not freak out.
I may never be as strong as Angel, but I didn’t need to be a weak baby boy anymore.
“Put one foot in front of the other, and it doesn’t matter which one because you’ll be switching them around as we move. Just whatever you’re comfortable with to start. Then spread your feet shoulder-width apart and slightly bend your knees. Don’t stiffen them.”
I shifted my legs, which didn’t look like sticks anymore. They were starting to get definition in the calves and thighs, although they were still pretty skinny. But I felt stronger than I used to.
He adjusted my body a little and nodded.
“Good. Raise your hands, but keep your fists loose. And make sure you have one arm low enough to protect your stomach and the other arm up, protecting your face. So, if you are facing left, your right arm will protect your face. Switch it up when you change direction.”
I nodded, and he went on to show me how to bring my arm down to block legs and how to bring my arm left or right to block fists.
“Those are the basics. We’ll also learn how to gouge out eyes, kick or hit in the nuts, throat punch, break wrists, and more.
You will learn to be brutal. While you may be smaller or not as strong as some men you may come to fight, you’ll be agile and fast. I’ll make sure of it.
Once we begin, don’t look at my hands and feet.
Only look at my eyes. You’ll learn nuances of the face and react to body movements through your peripheral vision. ”
After he showed me a few basic kicks, we were off.
Our sparring started off slow, allowing me to get a feel of the movements, but as things picked up speed, Angel started to get rougher with me, forcing me to adapt and see shifts and changes in his movements.
Every time I managed to block an arm or a leg, it reverberated through my bones, though I understood getting hit would be much worse.
An hour later, I lay on the mat with my arms spread out on either side of me, sweating and breathing so hard I thought I was going to throw up. While my muscles ached, and I was bruised all over, I was also numb. It was a different sort of numbness than from sex.
“I have bruises on top of my bruises,” I groused.
“You actually did really well. You have quick reflexes and reaction times. For someone who just learned today, you blocked well. Once you have all the moves down, and you keep practicing with your bow, you’re going to be deadly, Luca.”
“But I didn’t even hit you.”
“You will. Trust me. With practice and time, you’ll get me. Next time, we’ll give your body a break and just practice the kicks and hits through repetition using the bag, then we’ll practice hurting your opponent.”
“Okay.”
He reached a hand out to me, and when I grabbed it, he yanked me to my feet as if I weighed nothing.
“Ugh, my arms and legs feel like pulverized rubber.”
He laughed and pulled me into a sweaty kiss. We were both sour from sweat, but I didn’t mind. I loved his manly smell.
A sounding clap startled me away from him. I turned to see Sully and hissed as I retreated behind my angel. His red hair was smoothed back perfectly, and he wore a fancy suit. Didn’t he worry about getting blood on his nice clothes?
“Oh, the little kitten has little claws. How cute,” he said.
“Leave him alone, Sully. Stop being a crazy ass for five minutes, yeah?”
“Now, now. I’m only here to deliver a message from Sid. He wants to see you both.”
“Fine, message delivered. Now go bother your mentor. I’m sure Malik has nothing better to do than deal with your pining over him.”
Sully withdrew a small knife so fast, I couldn’t see where it came from, flipping it around between his fingers. Only the glint of metal told me he even had one. Even his tight, angry lips were drawn knife-sharp. “I don’t pine. Pining is for children.”
Angel folded his arms across his chest, unafraid. “You’re obsessed, but what’s new? You obsess about everything. Take it elsewhere, psychopath, and leave Luca alone. He’s mine. You hurt him; I hurt you.”
Sully’s frown turned into a broad smile with lots of white teeth, but his eyes were crazy scary. I didn’t like him at all. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting your little toy kitten. What kind of monster do you take me for?”
Angel grunted and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go see Sid.”