He mostly did all the correspondence on his own. I didn’t feel the need to watch him every second like I had in the beginning. We were quickly beginning to lay a groundwork of trust. As we went about our days together, I found myself treating him less like a captive and more like a guest.
I had even allowed him to leave the house a few days ago and take a walk with me. He was finally better from his beating and needed the exercise to work out the stiffness. I told myself this was the reason, but I really just wanted his company. We walked around my property for a while that morning. I hadn’t told him where we were in the world, but I had told him about the surrounding mountains and where the small stream was that flowed through the far end of the property. His smiles and pure joy brought on by simply being outside moved something in my chest. No idea what it was, but I had made sure our morning walks had become routine for us.
He loved to explore the edge of the woods around the cabin, but he didn’t venture into the tree line. I’d offered the possibility of further exploration one morning.
“We can go for a walk in the woods if you want. There’re some nice trails in there.”
He had looked past the tree line with interest but shook his head. “Nope, I don’t think so. I want to stay in the sun. The gloom doesn’t suit my mood today. I want the sun on my skin since it’s been so long.”
His pale skin shone as he stood in the morning sun, eyes closed and face to the sky, soaking up the rays like he was drinking water after a drought. I suppose during those years with Terrence, he wouldn’t have been allowed outside often. It gave me an unfamiliar warm feeling in my chest to think I could give this man something like the sun when he’d been denied it for so long. That was yet another thing the bastard ex would have to pay for.
The list was getting extremely long at this point.
The short version of our time together was this. Worthy was growing on me. I was getting used to him in my house and my life. I didn’t think I would be happy if I had to go back to my solitary existence. I had planned for him to become addicted to me, not the fucking other way around.
However, no matter my plans, I was seeing him as a person, not a possession. I couldn’t just keep him like I wanted to initially, like I did Snow. He was a good person. I was determined I wouldn’t hurt him again, not unless he asked for it. In the end, he would have to choose. I didn’t know how I would react if he chose to leave me, once I was sure the threat to him was over. I suspected it wouldn’t go well for either one of us if that were his decision.
All of these thoughts brought me back to this moment. Late afternoon in the living room, Worthy helping me fold laundry. Looking at us, we probably looked domestic as fuck. But with just a few words, the illusion of our relationship was shattered. We weren’t a couple of normal guys, hanging out, doing chores together. Nope, normal wasn’t a word you could use to describe either one of us. And the time had come. He was asking for more.
Before I agreed, I needed to know what he had in mind. I took the towel he had just folded from his hand and set it in the basket.
“Definetry something, Worthy. What are you asking?”
Looking deep into his bottle green eyes, I searched for what he wanted but came up empty. I couldn’t get a read on him like I could everyone else. It was annoying.
“I want to try something with restraints with you. I…”
He trailed off and looked away from me, blushing deeply. That floppy hair obscured his eyes, so I raised my right hand and pulled his chin, so he was facing me again. When I’d caught his eye, I raised my hand a little higher and brushed the golden strands out of his eyes.
“Go ahead. Tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t be shy. I told you you’re safe here with me.”
“I know you told me. And I have felt safe here. The thing is, I’m embarrassed at what I want. I’m afraid you’ll get mad or tell me I need help.”
I put both my hands on Worthy’s neck and used my thumbs to lift his chin, forcing him to look at me and not look away.
“Nothing you could want would make me mad unless you said you want to leave before it’s safe for you to go. I’m putting out feelers to find out where the asshole is, but it’s taking some time, and I heard yesterday that he had might have found some mafia thugs who took his contract. But you’re safe here, I promise, so tell me what you want.”
The black pupils in his eyes started to grow the longer he thought about what he was going to ask for.
This should be very interesting.
“I want you to tie me up with the roughest ropes you have. Tie me up, kneeling on the bed naked, ass in the air. I want what you offered me the night of the wedding. I want you to fuck me, Crow.”
I was stunned for a minute and couldn’t respond, so Worthy kept going.
“I want you to stretch me, maybe even plug me first. Make me wear it for a while after I prep for you. When you’re ready, tie me up, remove the plug, and fuck me hard. I don’t even know how big you are, but I don't care. I haven’t been fucked since before I met Terrence, and I crave the feel of a cock stretching my ass and bottoming out. Do what you want while I’m tied up. Use me any way you want. All I ask is that you not call me names and don’t demean me. I don’t want humiliation, I just want to feel helpless and at your mercy. Fuck me, hurt me, and make me scream, Crow. I know you want it just as much as I do.”
Worthy, the man I had kidnapped, beat up, threatened with a knife, and was for all intents and purposes holding hostage, wanted me to tie him up and fuck him blind? Fuck yeah! He was absolutely correct that I could make his dream come true because, oddly enough, this was my dream, too. I just hadn’t known it until now.
