He’s also kneeling on the floor in his usual position.
“Good boy.” I sit on the edge of the bed and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
He slowly scrambles around to kneel in front of me and puts his head in my lap. I scratch his head, letting him sit there and just be for a few minutes. When I see how the tension finally flows out of his shoulders, I know he’s hitting subspace.
I gradually tighten my grip on his hair, until I’m fisting it and pressing his face against my zipper. His breath comes in short, shallow gasps as he starts to nuzzle the outline of my cock, which is painfully pressing against my fly.
“Ask me for what you want.”
“Please, let me suck your cock, Sir.”
Keeping one hand on his head, I use the other to fish out my cock and then instead of the practically gentle blowjobs he’s given me, this one I force down his throat, using him, gagging him on it over and over again until I quickly spill and resume gently stroking his scalp. “Did you drip all over the floor?”
“Probably, Sir,” he mumbles.
“Check. Clean it up if you did.” I release his head and he gets down and licks up a few spots.
His rigid cock bobs in front of him.
“Go get your buttplug and lube and get back out here.”
A moment later, he’s kneeling on the bed and I put it in him while he kneels on the bed.
“On your back.”
He complies, and I quickly jerk him off and then feed every drop to him.
He stares up at me with a beautifully glazed expression I mentally crow over.
This is going better than I thought.
To sleep, I chain his hands to the head of the bed, because again, I’m not an idiot.
I also show him the keys to all the locks currently holding him captive and toss them down the hallway.
If I don’t survive the night, he won’t survive for long.
Once I lie down next to him, he snuggles against me and I roll to face him with my arm draped over him.
That’s the last thing I remember until just before dawn the next morning, when I open my eyes to find him watching me.
“Good morning, Sir. I didn’t kill you in your sleep.” The hint of a smile makes me laugh.
“Good boy!” After I take my morning piss, I get the key to release his hands from the bed frame and he goes into the bathroom.
When he emerges, I back Eddie against the wall and cage him with both arms, staring into his hazel eyes while trying not to think about what thoughts Carter had so many years ago when in this exact same position with the man. Eddie slouches a little, dipping his knees to make himself shorter than me.
I wonder if he used to do that with my brother, who’s an inch shorter than I am.
I wonder if my brother trained him to do that, or if it came naturally for Eddie.
Slanting my lips over his in a crushing kiss, I wait until he’s softly moaning and his cock is hard and dripping to finally end the kiss. “Do you want to help me kill Cunningham?”
He firmly nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“If I give you freedom and you run, I will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand?”
He smiles. “Yes, Sir. I won’t run.” But he hasn’t asked to be freed, either.
