With that, he kneels to help me step out of the strap that so violently tightened around my ankle, and then spins me around to lead the way toward one of the nearby doors. I will my erection to fade, but how can it when Sevastyan’s saliva isn’t yet dry, and he’s touching me with those big warm hands?
Every second stretches, until I can barely stand the tension between us, but my stubborn cock refuses to soften. On the way, we stop by a wall which turns out to have a hidden compartment. He pulls out a knife, which makes my heart sink, but then also grabs a container of pills from a drawer in the kitchen, so I don’t think he’s about to kill me.
I welcome the relative privacy of my cell when Sevastyan urges me inside.
“Hands,” he commands at the doorstep.
A small part of me worries I might lose a finger for what I did tonight, but I still do as I'm told.
He cuts the ties and hands me the pills. I groan in relief, because even though the zip-ties weren’t tight, I’ve had those on for far too long.
“I hope we have an understanding,” Sevastyan says, pinning me with his blue gaze. “You’re staying here, and don’t you dare run, because Iwillknow.”
I’ve got no doubt he’s telling me the truth. It’s both terrifying and… kinda hot?
“Yes. I understand.”
I expect him to leave now, but he grabs my hand and puts it flat against his. His fingers are almost twice as long as mine. “See? Your tiny hands are not those of a killer. You will not win against me, so stop trying, and give into what we both see you want.”
He takes a pointed glance at my still-hard cock. Sadly, seeing how big his hand is, and feeling its warmth against mine, only makes me excited.
I gasp when Sevastyan kisses the back of my hand with a smile before letting go. “Well then. Be good until morning.”
I shiver when his lips brush the line of my hair in the gentlest caress, but then he’s gone, and the lock clicks with a decisive creak.
There is a camera above, and I know Sevastyan might just be leaning against the other side of the door, to watch me on his little device. But I can’t help myself. The pressure between my legs is like a leash, and I need to follow where it leads me.
My knees bend, and I press my burning face to the sheets, praying to my bed as I grab my throbbing shaft. I imagine Sevastyan’s hand on me, spreading my legs and rubbing his cockhead against my virgin hole.
I whine against the bed and pull close a pillow in hope to muffle the noise. If he came in and asked to fuck me now, would I let him?
Maybe?
Probably?
I imagine his thrusts, his grunts, my hole dripping with his cum when he pulls out—
I come so hard the tremors resonate in mybones.
I fall down to my sticky sheets, because I don’t give a fuck, and try to catch my breath.
Can orgasms heal? Because even my leg hurts less now.
I drift off to nothingness with Sevastyan’s face under my eyelids.
Chapter 10
Sevastyan
Everythingabouthimisdelicious.
The hue and texture of his flesh. The warmth of it. The little moans and grunts he’s making as I spread his cheeks again. I release the soft skin of his sac from my mouth and glide my tongue up his crack.
I’ve got him bent over the table on the balcony, since it’s an especially sunny day, and I love how the warm rays scent his skin. We’re high up on a cliff. Even on the odd chance of a boat passing by, no one would be able to see us anyway.
He’s insatiable. Pliant. And if I don’t get to fuck this tight, freckled ass soon, my balls might permanently change color.
It’s been two weeks, and while he might be my prisoner, I’ve been the perfect gentleman. I cook for him, I pamper him like he’s my pretty doll, and I’ve not pressured him for anal even though we both dance around the subject every day.
