“Blue?”
“Cookies or cake?” he asked next.
That was hard. “Cookies.” My voice was soft, unsure of answering. I didn’t get either of those often and when I did, the treats weren’t the best anyways.
“Cartoons or real people?”
I shrugged.
“Disney movies or reality shows?”
Another shrug. I didn’t know what those two were.
“Did Donny let you watch TV?”
I shook my head, feeling his nipple poking me in the cheek. I was tempted to wrap my mouth around it again but refrained. For the moment.
Sir didn’t let me watch things unless it was out the windows. He’d have the device on, but I wasn’t allowed to let my eyes travel to it. Even when I was forced to kneel beside him.
“That’s just sad,” Sabastian said softly. “I guess we’ll find out what types of things you’d like to watch.”
I didn’t bother to reply because I couldn’t miss something I didn’t have to begin with. There were a few glimpses of memories when I watched things, but they were too faded for me to recall clearly.
“Are you still up for some pizza?”
Uh, yeah.
I lifted my head, unsure if I did get it though. I hadn’t been good. If it was Sir, I’d be getting a beating and left hungry.
“I’m not entirely in the mood to cook, and second of all, you want it.” As if he could read my thoughts, hespoke softly. “I will never hold food from you. Ever. Food is not to be used as punishment in this house.”
All I could manage was to blink, keeping eye contact for the longest I’ve ever done so with another human.
“You’re a good boy, Oakley. So good. After this week, you definitely deserve pizza.”
I wasn’t sure I deserved it, or anything good, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. Not when my stomach growled, causing him to smile a tiny little smile at me.
That look, though, was filled with something I couldn’t name. Something that made heat pull to my cheeks.
Ducking my head back to his chest, I didn’t bother to try to figure out what these feelings were, or why he was being so kind.
No one had been kind to me before. No one liked me enough, and I was never good enough, or perfect enough.
“A small snack while I order, I think.” He went on. “It’s past lunchtime.”
“I can wait,” I muttered, remembering last minute to not put my thumb in my mouth.
“I know you can, but you don’t have to. Things are going to change here. You aren’t to go hungry. You aren’t to ignore your needs. If you need something from me, you’ll tell me, or ask, and I’ll do my best to give you everything you need.”
I nodded, even though I knew I wouldn’t go to him. Today had to be a fluke. Maybe he was just trying to give me a false sense of security to make me open up, then use it all against me.
Either way, I was going to take it. Take it all, so I could pay the price later.
***
After an early dinner, I was back in Sabastian’s hold. The pizza, full of cheese and pepperoni, was the best thing I had ever had for a very long time.
I was surprised I ate a piece and a half and would have eaten more if I hadn’t been so full form that much. My stomach wasn’t too pleased with me, for many reasons now.
