How do I escape? The house is secure—gates, alarms. But I'm resourceful. I've survived the city streets before. Windows? Wait for him to be on a phone call? Or maybe I steal a phone, call the cops and hide until they arrive?
Plans form, hazy but determined.
Then as my eyes drift shut, his voice echoes inside me, as does the sound of his hand coming down on my red-hot wobbly cheeks and how wild and electric it felt to have my body on display and his rampagingly hard cock thumping up against me during the spanking.
I really should get straight to sleep.
But as my hands creep down the front of my jeans, I know that sleep will just have to wait a couple of minutes longer…
Chapter 6
Viktor
“Fuck it,” I growl, the hot water cascading down on me as I step into my suite’s shower room. “That boy is going to be the death of me. So why not enjoy the moment while I still can…”
My cock is rock hard as I squirt a generous dollop of tingly shower gel into my palms and grip around the base of my shaft.
I put one hand up on the shower’s glass wall as I begin to rhythmically stroke and pump on all eight inches of my manhood.
The thought of Eddie’s perfectly peachy naked ass reddening under my control is enough to make me cum on its own, but the moment I’m replaying in my mind right now is the sight of him bent over the kitchen table, his balls and cock tantalising me between his legs as he so obediently presented his ass for aftercare.
Eddie might be a bundle of unruly sass.
He might also be the reason I end up getting killed.
Right now, nothing is off the table.
But as I being to increase the speed of my strokes and approach climax, all I can picture is the sight of his naked body under mine, ready and willing to give me… his Daddy in waiting…everything.
“Grrrrrr,” I moan, my ass cheeks tensing along with my thighs as my veiny, hard cock shoots a thick, jet-like blast of cum over the shower glass.
For a moment all I can see are stars and a blurry image of Eddie as he cums on my cock in the heat of passion.God damn. How has this boy got into my head so quickly. This isn’t just some casual fantasy. This is different. My body isn’t lying to me. Nor are my instincts.
The last drop of seed drained, I wash myself clean and lean against the rear of the shower. The smooth tiling against my back alongside the post-climax relaxation makes me forget about everything, even if it’s just for now.
But I know that when the sun comes up, I’ve got a big decision to make…
“No!”
I jolt awake, heart slamming against my ribs like a caged animal. The nightmare clings to me—shadowy figures closing in, guns blazing, Eddie's scream cut short by a bullet meant for me. But it's his eyes in the dream that haunt me… accusing, betrayed, as if I pulled the trigger myself.
“What the…” I mutter, still discombobulated. “With sleep like that, who needs enemies…”
Sunlight slices through the curtains, dawn breaking over the lake.
I'm drenched in cold sweat, sheets twisted around my legs. I throw them off, leap out of bed in nothing but boxers, and grab the Glock from the nightstand as a matter of instinct.
My bare feet pound the floor as I bolt downstairs, every sense on high alert.
The house feels too quiet, too exposed.
Security first.Always.
I burst into the kitchen, gun raised—only to find Alexander at the counter, calmly pouring coffee from the French press. He doesn't flinch, just arches a brow over his mug.
"Boss," he says, voice even. "Rough night?"
I lower the weapon, scanning the room: windows intact, doors locked, alarm panel green. No breaches. But the adrenaline's still pumping, making my hands shake faintly.
