“No, I’m being obedient.”
“Performing obedience?” I asked, finding the lube in the nightstand. “I know the difference, Art. If you were really obedient, you’d be collared up with a leash, and you’d be begging to piss on every wall we walked by.”
His jaw trembled. “I—I—I can piss on walls if that’s what you want, I can wear a collar, I can—” He let go of stretching he cheeks apart and dropped his legs on the bed. “I want to tell you the truth.”
“Finally,” I said, sitting on the bed. I laid beside him, staring into his big now wide-awake eyes. “Tell me.”
“I did this to see you again,” he let out. “I did this because I wanted to learn how to punish you. And instead, I’m being punished.”
I rested a hand on his upper arm and stroked him. “I thought you liked being punished, especially for things you did wrong,” I said.
“I do, really, I like it any time you’re touching me,” he said, wiggling closer. “I just wish there was relief to it as well. And sometimes, you can be really mean. Like, so mean I don’t even recognize you. I’m trying to figure out if that’s the real you, or you’re just doing it to get me to leave you alone. You know I’d totally—”
I placed a finger to his lips. “Then allow me to confess to you,” I said, my jaw aching to even reveal this information, but I don’t think I’d made any secret of it. “I don’t want you here. I don’t want you anywhere near danger. I want you safe and sound in a bed with a security system that alarms me as soon as it goes off.”
His chest swelled, jittering as he released the breath. “I thought you were going to tell me the real reason why you left,” he said.
We’d swept the room for bugs. There were no listening devices in here. If he wasn’t going to leave, I would have to tell him. “There was a man, or a group, it’s impossible to tell,” he said. “Back in my military days, I came across an arms dealer named Devra. They killed a bunch of my guys during a shootout. When I left the military severely jaded by the world, I decided I wanted to take that arms dealer out. But I was toogreenas Mercy would say, I was stepping into a new world. I came seeking revenge, and she called me in Miami, she told me shehad a location. No names, just Devra, but that always felt like a company name to me, it was just a warehouse in Bulgaria.”
“And you couldn’t tell me this?”
“Orders were orders,” I said. “Mercy told me to leave you, and I agreed. I knew I should’ve told you, but its something that I didn’t want you to be burdened with. So, the idea was you going back to college, and then me, coming back, hopefully you’ll have graduated, and then I’d feel like we could have a fresh start.”
He whacked a hand at my chest, so sleepy and soft still. “You decided to just let me stew in the thought you hated me, that you were doing it because you couldn’t break up with me.” He smacked me again.
I wrapped my arms around him as he tried beating on my chest. I felt his frustration. I had to live with it. “Understand that this life is dangerous,” I said after the sounds of his grunting. “The entire squad of men I took with me died. Everyone, except me. And Devra, whatever that is, they’re still out there.”
“What?” he asked, looking up at me with sad eyes.
“I’m pretty sure of it. We killed some people, but we can’t be sure it wasthem.”
I let go of him so he could wipe his eyes. “That’s awful, I’m sorry. I know you said it happened, but I just didn’t know if it was completely true. You know. I always want to believe everything you say,” he said. “But everything I’ve learned here has made me question the world. More than it already was doing.”
Kissing his forehead, I pulled him in close to my chest, squeezing him now in comfort. “You understand why I was so apprehensive about even letting you come with me on any of the jobs we did before. We had a good thing, going around Miami, whacking men who were kidnapping young women, but there’s always someone higher up the food chain, and eventually, we would’ve found out—and it wouldn’t have been pretty.”
He sniffled against my chest. “After you left, and I left, I actually heard people talking about being alert, I think they were talking about being alert for kidnappings, but maybe it was also for the guys taking them too. We weren’t exactly masked vigilantes.”
I kissed his forehead harder. “No, but if we continue this—this—thing together, that’s where we might end up.”
Artemis pulled away, he grabbed my hand and shook it. “That’s a promise.”
“Promise?”
“To keep doing this together, and become masked vigilantes,” he said, all adorable looking. I was taken right back—the only difference being, we hadn’t just fucked, and the bed was still standing.
It seemed like a promise had been made now. “You also know, if anything I do or that happens and it makes you feel uncomfortable, you can always sayred, right.”
He nodded. “I know. I also know that after being up in that position, my ass hungry, and if I have to keep feeling your cock pressed up against my belly instead ofinsidemy belly, I’m going to be inconsolable.”
“A threat, or promise?” I asked. “And by inconsolable, you mean, you’re gonna have a little brat fit, scratch my back up a little more? I still haven’t properly been able to take a look at it. You’re always there with me after showers, I can’t show you that I’m concerned about it. I know it would’ve only made you feel good.”
He pounded a softened fist, exploding into a slap on my chest. “You ass,” he said. “You were so nonchalant about it. I hated you for that. Well, not hate, because—there’s a deep part of me that could never hate you.”
“Trust me, I’ve beenchalant,” I snickered. “And I think I might’ve touched thatdeeppart of you before.” I reached aroundand grabbed his ass, giving it a squeeze, enough so to part his cheeks and direct my fingers to his hole. “Well then, I’m not done with you. On your back, legs up, ass spread. Now.”
He giggled. “Yes, Sir—Daddy—Sir.”
I was about to destroy this aged-out twink’s hole—what was it now, twunk? He was getting obliterated, first by my tongue as I ate his ass, and then by my fingers, two lubed fingers to start, he was used to me, right up until my knuckles. Moaning to the point he had to silence himself with a pillow. I went in with three fingers, then tried four—in the cone and he was pretty well-stretched by that point.
