I just wanted him to be happy.
I wanted him to be happy withmeand for us to be happytogether.
He was clearly following the same line of thought, because as he sped up his cadence, he leaned close to my ear. His hot breath sent zings of joy through my bound body, all the way down to my toes.
“I’ll kill them all, sweet boy. Every last one of them. No one will hurt you and live,” he whispered, and as if the promise of slaughtering anyone who might harm me literally turned him on, he started to come.
“J-jay… fuh-fuck…” I swore again as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me. He kissed me as he came, nipping and sucking at my lips, his soft grunts and moans rolling like candy off his tongue.
“I’ll kill them all for you,”he murmured, burying his face in my neck as he finally collapsed on top of me, not seeming to care that I was covered in cum and it was getting all over his tactical hoodie.
“I don’t want you to have to do that, Jay.”
He huffed out a sigh and kissed the underside of my jaw.
“Please don’t ask me not to. You know I can’t say no to you, and it’ll wreck me if I can’t do what I need to do to protect you, Milo.”
“Protect me, sure, but I don’t want you killing random people for bumping into me in the street, Jay. I honestly don’t want you killing people at all, but I know if Luke ever comes for us, you might have no choice.”
Jay pushed up off me and reached over my head to undo my hands. Once my arms were free, he rubbed them both and left tender kisses on the insides of my wrists.
I hummed happily as he sat back, straddling my hips. Twisting around, he reached back to untangle my slowly softening cock from the mess of rings he’d strung me up in.
He tossed the silicone rings onto the surgical table next to the extractor he’d discarded before deciding he wanted to fuck me himself.
“What if they hurt your feelings? Can I kill them then?” he finally asked, as if he’d been running through possible loopholes to my ‘no killing people’ rule as he worked to free me from his various sexual torture devices.
I would have laughed if he hadn’t looked so serious.
“Probably not the best way to handle a situation like that… Is that why you killed Dylan? Because he hurt myfeelings?”I asked, completely gobsmacked.
Jay’s eyes darkened.
“I killed him because he made you think you weren’t good enough for anyone, when in reality, no one is fucking good enough foryou.”
My mouth parted in shock, but Jay was already twisting around to unstrap my legs from the stirrups.
I watched him work in silence, unable to believe he’d literally killed a man for no other reason than he’d damaged my self-esteem.
Part of me wanted to tell him that wasn’t okay, and he couldn’t just kill people because they were mean to me.
But another, much more selfish part of me thought that maybe, after spending so much of my life being bullied and made fun of by my peers, it was nice that someone loved me enough to care so much.
“So?” he asked once he was finished cleaning me up. He tugged off his massive hoodie and helped me into it. It was so big on me that it fell to my knees, and I was grateful. I was still floating in that fuzzy, post-orgasm high that I seemed to succumb to every time we had sex. The last thing I wanted to do was put on my buttoned-up collared shirt. I just wanted to curl up in cozy clothes and eat snacks.
“So what?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
“What’s the verdict? Can I still kill people for being mean to you or what?” he asked, his eyes shining with amusement.
I laughed and shook my head, allowing him to help me get to my feet. I stood on my toes and kissed his chin, trying not to laugh.
“Let’s take it on a case-by-case basis. All potential murders need to be run past Milo’s desk before being executed. Is that fair?”
He smiled down at me, that rare smile still dancing on his lips.
“Sounds like a fair deal to me.”
It had been a little over a month since Jay had returned my memories, and I was halfway into the chest freezer that had been stocked with flash-frozen meat when I’d first arrived.
