Kot Felix: You have had three nights, and he wants to come home. I can’t ignore his plea for release just so you can play with him further.
Kot Felix: Do you understand me?
Kot Felix: We are not waiting for you to reply. Someone will be there at noon to bring Vasily home.
My heart stopped in my chest. Basil had contacted his family, which wasn’t a huge deal, but he asked them to come get him. We’d had a breakthrough the night before, or so I’d thought. Basil asked for sex and everything we did. He’d put a plug up his ass and begged me to take him.
Was it all a ruse so I’d set him free? I refused to believe that.
Waving Josefina off when she asked if I wanted anything else to eat—I’d barely touched my food over brunch with the twins, a meal I’d forgotten about planning the week before—I rushed up the stairs. The door swung too hard in my haste to find Basil, banging into the wall and making the lump on the bed move.
He was hiding.
“What did you do?” I asked a little too loudly, noting the phone on the table by the food he hadn’t touched. He didn’t answer me, so I stepped to the bed and yanked the sheets off my boy. Though it seemed he didn’t want that role anymore. “You called your family and asked to go home early?”
Basil didn’t move from under a pillow, despite his smooth, pale skin being exposed to the cool air. His back was to me and I heard him mumble something I couldn’t understand. I’d had enough. The pillow went next, flying across the room as I glared down at Basil.
“Is that what you want? To leave me?” I gritted out, hating the words even though we’d never had any discussions about him staying. I had counted on having another twenty-four hours with him.
He sat up, squaring his shoulders and settling gaze on my shoulder rather than looking me in the eye. “Yes.”
Something crossed over his face I couldn’t decipher, but it didn’t look like he was hiding a lie. I didn’t know Basil well, but I could tell there was truth in his answer. A weight dropped in my stomach. I wouldn’t keep him if he needed to go, no matter how much I wanted–no craved– to lock him back up and throw away the key.
“If that’s what you want,” I nodded and turned away, unable to keep my emotions off my face. “Your cousin will be here in an hour to fetch you.”
I went into my closet for Basil’s suit I’d had cleaned and pressed, grabbing one of my t-shirts since I’d cut his off. Once he had a change of clothes and his shoes, I knew I had to get out of the room before I locked him away for good and started a war.
“Wait?” He called out when I was almost out of the door, but I couldn’t look at him with tears brimming my eyes. “What about my cage?”
Somehow, I managed to speak one sentence without breaking down, “Get dressed and I’ll be back to unlock you before your family gets here.”
Slamming the door closed, I went to my backyard and stripped down before doing a couple laps. Screaming into the water before getting out and drying off, I could pretend Basil wasn’t leaving. Why I was so upset was multi-layered, and no one needed to know. I was a man used to getting what I wanted, and making others pay if they didn’t follow through on an agreement. I wanted to throw Basil over my knee and spank some reason into him.
Instead, I dried off enough to go upstairs in only a towel, reentering my room to find the boy fully dressed, sitting at the table. He sat up, and I saw him tracking the water dripping down my chest and getting caught where my towel was slung low. If Basil was going to deny that he wanted me, he didn’t get to look anymore.
After a quick shower to rinse off, I redressed in my closet before coming out to take the final piece of myself off the boy.
“Open your pants and stand up,” I commanded, getting a perverse pleasure out of Basil obeying without question. When I remembered he hadn’t called me Daddy since the night before in a post-orgasmic haze, my mood soured. Without any teasing or dirty words I’d normally use, I got the key from over the doorway where I’d left it and stepped up to grasp his cage.
“Do I get to come when you take it off?” Basil asked, an odd tremor in his voice.
“You can do what you want,” I slotted the key in place and pulled, taking the cage with me before stepping back. I couldn’t have my hands on his body a second longer. “You wanted to be free of me, and now you are.”
Basil gasped, but hid it when he bent to pull the ring off from around his cock and balls. He handed the last piece over and I saw he was half hard. Too fucking bad.
My phone buzzed from the table where I’d left it in my anger before I’d gone swimming, not even realizing. I checked, and it was Santo letting me know a Kiselov was here for the boy.
“Time to go, Basil.” I walked to the door until I heard the rustle of his clothes and his steps behind me on the carpet. He followed me down the stairs, neither of us speaking.
What more was there to say? Please don’t go, I want to keep you? Basil had called his family the second I left him alone. He didn’t want to stay.
“Vasil’yev,” the younger blond Kiselov I’d met the day before called out, his deep voice echoing in my marble entryway.
“Gregor,” Basil replied, walking fast until he was by the bigger man’s side. They were almost definitely cousins, but I still felt jealousy roll through me.
“Are you ready?” Gregor asked him, only sparing a glare for me.
“One moment,” I told them, going to my office for his phone and wallet. When I remembered what we did on my desk only the day before, I took a moment to breathe deeply before rejoining them. I handed the items to Gregor, not willing to risk my fingers brushing the boy’s. “You’re good to go.”
