I stand up warily, legs unsteady, and step around him as widely as I can, keeping as much distance between us as the kitchen allows. My shoulder brushes the doorframe as I slip past. I almost make it out of the kitchen and into the hallway before his voice cracks through the air like a whip.
“Stop!”
I freeze mid-step, every muscle locking up. Before I can even turn around, I feel Slade’s hand dip into my back pocket. He pulls out the handcuffs I’d swiped from the station, the cold metal clinking softly as he yanks them free.Fuck. I definitely regret that now. It had seemed funny at the time… Paul was walking me out of the holding cells, I was still buzzing with adrenaline from the fight and the thrill of getting caught, and I’d spotted them sitting at the end of one of the tables. I’d just slid them into my pocket without thinking, reckless energy still pulsing through my veins. Now that the high has worn off, the stupidity of it hits me full force.
I hear Slade start huffing behind me, a heavy, frustrated sound. I slowly turn around just in time to see him lunging forward, hand already reaching to grab me by the collar again.
Heart slamming against my ribs, I twist away and bolt for the stairs, boots pounding against the wood as I take them two at a time. “Shit, shit, shit…”
Slade
The sound of Andrew pounding up the stairs two at a time fuels the fire already raging in my chest. I’m right behind him, taking the steps fast, my heavier frame making the old wood creak and groan under me. The kid’s panicking, and he damn well should be. This is the last straw. He didn’t just get arrested again… he stolehandcuffsfrom the police station. How the hell did he even manage that? What the fuck is wrong with him?
I’d already taken the little key out and slipped it into my pocket, the cuffs now open and dangling from my left hand like a promise of consequences.
Andrew tries to slam his bedroom door in my face the second he reaches it, but I barge through with my shoulder, the wood slamming against the wall so hard it nearly flies off its hinges. He scrambles forward, desperate, but I catch his wrists just as he dives onto the bed. The momentum sends him face-down onto the covers, the good side of his face smushed into the rumpled sheets, knees bent beneath him in a humiliating kneel.
Before he can twist away, I snap one cuff around his left wrist, then the other around his right, locking them together behind his back. I keep his cuffed wrists pinned firmly against the small of his bent-over back with one hand, my grip unyielding.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” I hiss, leaning in close, voice low and dangerous. “Think you’re clever?”
“Fuck… I’m sorry!” Andrew blurts, the words muffled against the bedding.
I let out a bitter laugh that scrapes up from deep in my chest. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before. No, you know what you are, Drew?”
He huffs and wriggles beneath me, trying to shift away, his body moving in restless jerks. That’s when it hits me… the compromising position we’re in. Andrew’s ass is pressed right against my crotch, the friction from his struggling sending an unwanted spark straight through me. I swallow hard but don’t pull back. That’s not the point right now. The point is to put fear in him, to show him dominance, because if I don’t, he’s going to think he can keep up this ridiculous behaviour forever.
“You’re an ungrateful little shit,” I growl, tightening my hold on his cuffed wrists. “So your mom left. You think you’re the first kid a parent has bailed on?”
Andrew doesn’t answer. He just keeps wriggling, hips shifting helplessly.
“But you know what most kidsdon’thave?” My voice drops lower, rough with disappointment that’s been building for years. “Someone whodecidesthey’ll let them stick around. LikeIletyoustick around, Andrew. I don’t owe you anything. You ain’t mine by blood, but I gave you a home. I pay for your clothes, your meals, everything… and you…”
I take in a deep breath, trying not to let the words turn too nasty even though the disappointment burns hot in my gut. Most of his well-behaved friends are either working jobs or already off at college. I’d been giving him time, cutting him slack, but enough is enough.
“Slade…fuck, I’m sorry, okay?” Andrew gasps, voice cracking. “I’ll be better, I swear!”
He shoves himself backward suddenly, clearly trying to push me off, but all it does is grind his ass harder against my crotch. My body reacts instantly… blood rushing south, my cock thickening and pressing against the front of my jeans. It wasn’t planned, but the friction, the heat of him, the thrill of having him pinned and helpless under me… it’s too much. My cock swells fully, obvious now through the denim. I swallow thickly and close my eyes for a second, breathing through it, trying to keep control.
Andrew freezes beneath me. His voice comes out small and uncertain. “Uh… Slade? What’s… what’s that?”
A dark grin tugs at my lips. My sensibility must fly completely out the window because I actually roll my hips forward, grinding my hard bulge slowly against the curve of his ass. “Oh,that?”
Andrew whimpers, the sound soft and broken. “Jesus Christ…” He tries to shift forward a little, away from the pressure, but the cuffs and my grip keep him exactly where he is.
I lean in closer, bending over his back as I keep him pinned. My voice drops to a rough whisper against his ear. “Hmm… that would be a good punishment, huh?”
“Wh-what?” His breathing picks up, fast and shallow.
I press my weight down a little more, letting him feel every inch of me. “Splitting you open. Letting you feel the pain and burn of the stretch… maybe then you’d consider behaving.”
Andrew squeezes his eyes shut tight, lips pressed together. He doesn’t speak. Not a single smart-ass comeback. No cocky grin, no talking back. Just silence and the rapid rise and fall of his back under me.
The sight of him like this… finally shutting up, submitting, wrists cuffed and body trembling beneath mine… sends a dark, pleased thrill through me. I like it more than I should, a lot more.
The room feels smaller, hotter, the air thick with the scent of Andrew’s adrenaline and the faint trace of the antiseptic I’d used on his cheek earlier. His silence does something dangerous to me… makes the dark satisfaction coil tighter in my gut. For once, the kid who never shuts up is quiet, and it’s because of me.
I keep my grip firm on the chain between the cuffs, pinning his wrists against the small of his back, while my free hand slides down to grip his hip, holding him exactly where I want him. My cock is achingly hard now, pressed tight against the seam of his jeans, and every small shift of his body sends another pulse of heat through me.
