He gave me a disgruntled look then climbed up onto my bed, letting out a breath of relief as he settled onto his stomach on the bed. I clipped the leash to his collar then, wrapping the handle around my own wrist just in case I drifted off to sleep.
It was a good thing I did, because I woke up a little while later to him trying to carefully unwind the leash from around my hand using his wrists. It looked ridiculous, considering the mitts, and he had to be out of his mind if he’d thought that would work.. I grabbed his wrist, and he froze, staring at me and looking guilty.
“That’s the thanks I get for letting you sleep in my bed?”
“I had to try,” he whispered, refusing to meet my eyes.
“After everything,” I said, adrenaline waking me up immediately, “you really thought…”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“You’re sorry, what?” I growled at him, yanking him close to me. The hurt and betrayal of him trying to get loose from me during the night combined with the abrupt waking had my temper out in full force.
“Master,” he whispered, tears springing to his eyes.
“Don’t try that with me,” I told him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close, so close I could nearly kiss him.
So I did.
I leaned in and pressed my lips harshly against his, tasting him. He was still, not kissing back but not pulling away either. He probably didn’t dare, not after getting caught trying to slip free of me.
He still didn’t want me, and the surge of pain that came from that realization was worse than I would’ve thought it would be. I’d thought…
Fuck, I’d been so stupid.
“What? Do I repulse you that much?” I snarled at him.
I’d been so kind to him, as gentle as I could, but maybe that hadn’t been the right way to handle him. Maybe I’d been too gentle. Maybe I hadn’t gone far enough.
Maybe I’d only bent him so far instead of breaking him.
“N-no,” he stammered.
Liar.
I pulled back and licked my lips then swallowed hard. “Do you even understand how lucky you’ve been?” I asked, my voice a harsh whisper.
He didn’t answer.
I shook him a little by the collar. “Damn it, do you?”
“Yes!” he burst out, tears starting to leak down his cheeks.
“Yes, fucking what?” I demanded.
“Yes, Master!” He choked back a sob, looking at me withthose gorgeous, pleading eyes. “I know I’ve… I’ve been lucky.”
“Do you want to know what it could’ve been like instead?” I asked him, reaching around and cupping one ass cheek.
He tensed, but he started to harden against my leg.
Well, wasn’t that interesting… My breathing quickened, some of the anger ebbing — only some, not nearly enough to get him out of this.
I brought that hand around, slowly running it along his cock. “Is this what you want instead?” I stroked him, slowly at first then a little faster. “You want me to get you off?”
“N-no,” he said, shaking his head even as his cock reacted to my touch.
“Are you lying to me?”
