I was a sick bastard for getting off on watching this and getting hard at the idea that he’d eventually give in and do what I said.
I didn’t dare set any of this to record, which meant I’d have to rely on my imagination later on. It didn’t matter. All of this would be imprinted upon my memory well enough.
I set the volume louder then rested back in my chair.
A few hours later, the sound of his voice jolted me fully awake.
“Hey!” he called out.
I rubbed my eyes, gazing at him. He was shivering more then, looking absolutely miserable.
“Hey, asshole!”
Because that was really the best way to get me to do what he wanted.
He threatened me, mocked me… and finally, after an hour of nearly nonstop talking, he turned to begging.
It made my semi from earlier turn into a full erection, and there were so many things I wanted to see him do. This, though, was only one of the first steps… and it would be far more gratifying to watch him debase himself for the first of many times to come.
Finally, I heard what I’d been listening for.
It was a quiet sound, and I had to strain to be sure, but there it was.
He barked.
It was a low, pathetic excuse for a bark, but it was a bark.
God, I was fucking hard. If there was a Hell, I had a one-way ticket after this.
I immediately grabbed the soft, plush blanket I’d bought for him and headed back to that door, keying in the security code and touching the secondary key on the chain around my throat. He wouldn’t be able to see it from where I’d hidden it beneath my shirt, but I’d know there was another way out.
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
I didn’t need him focusing on the idea of snatching up the key to try to escape, even though he’d never be able to.Even if he did, there were perks to being an eccentric billionaire ex-singer. I had plenty of land for him to get lost in. I didn’t know how to track worth a damn, but there was only so far he could go…
But it wasn’t going to come to that because he wasn’t going to escape. Not now. Not ever.
The finality of it even scared me. It was so much pressure…
I exhaled slowly and opened the door, just in time to hear him bark again, a strangled sob accompanying the sound.
His head jerked up when he heard the sound of it opening and closing.
I slowly crossed the room, not necessarily wanting to go back into the light that shone over his cell — unrelentingly bright, harsh, designed to disorient him as much as to let me watch him better.
“You’re ready to cooperate, then?”
He swallowed hard, but he nodded.
“Do it.”
He hesitated, tears glistening so beautifully on his eyelashes as he gripped the bottom hem of his shirt, yanking and pulling it over his head.
The boy was lovely, his body more androgynous than masculine, just as his face was prettier than it was handsome. He didn’t have the harder planes of someone who worked out, but the softness was part of what was so appealing about him.
I smiled at him, even though I knew it wasn’t what he wanted to see. “Now throw the shirt over here, by the door.”
He clung to the fabric, wringing it in his hands.
