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It’s fucking infuriating.

I slam my hand against the wall, spin on my heel, and storm out of my bedroom. In a rush to get away, I enter my surveillance room, breathing harshly. I flip on all the monitors, find the camera of my room, and zoom in on the bed. I throw myself into my office chair and violently whip out my throbbing cock.

I glance at the last screen on my right and notice the porn video of Skylar I was jacking off to just last night. Eyes bouncing between both screens, I hit play.

There’s a pretty little blond twink blindfolded and tied to Skylar’s bed. The blond is naked and desperate. He’s making little mewing noises while his tiny, hard dick thrusts into the air. Skylar towers over him, crawling onto the bed and over his body…just like I was doing to Skylar mere minutes ago. Was I subconsciously reenacting my favorite porn video?

Precum leaks from my tip. I try to use it to coat my dick, but it isn’t enough. I don’t care. I begin to jerk myself off at a punishing pace. My eyes wander over to the other screen. “Fucking hell,” I rasp. Skylar is doing something similar and thrusting his hard erection into the air.

Unlike the blond, Skylar is still mostly clothed, though his unzipped pants are riding low on his hips, and his shirt is still splayed open. All his pretty flower tattoos are on display, and I groan at the sight, my balls already pulling up. It isn’t any stretch of the imagination to picture Skylar submissive when he’s acting like this.

I stroke myself faster. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, little minx?” I growl at the screen. “You know it’s what I want.”

Zooming in just a little more, I’m surprised when Skylar looks right at the camera and arches his back into the sexy as fuck arch. His nipples are pebbled, and I imagine goosebumps trailing all over his body. Skylar is panting heavily, somehow in sync with my breathing.

My cock is so hard. This is better than any porn video I’ve ever watched. What would it feel like to be there with him right now? Suddenly, the head of Skylar’s cock pushes its way out from under the band of his underwear. He’s so aroused that his cock is practically trying to escape. There seems to be something shiny on the tip of his cock.

The moment I realize he’s leaking, I come with a roar, pumping my load all over my hand.

It takes me entirely too long to catch my breath, but when I do, my eyes trail back up to my computer screens. My hungry gaze bounces between the two that display Skylar in all his glory.

A part of me wishes I could have done this right in front of him. Claim and mark him in a different way, but I had to leave before I did something foolish. Something unforgivable. Because deep down, I know that if I let myself give in, I’ll dominate Skylar King. It doesn’t matter if he only tops in his videos. If I let myself give in to temptation, I would make damn sure he’s the one begging to submit.

Chapter seven

Skylar

Fuck. Why the hell did I get so hard when he took control like that? And when he shoved me onto the bed, trapping me under his weight? I swear, I’ve never wanted to be fucked by a guy so bad before. Do I have a kidnapping kink?

Testing the rope, I can’t help but laugh. I might be bound again, but I can totally escape.

The house is too quiet. If it weren’t for the blinking camera in the corner of the room, a part of me would wonder if he’d left. I used to have the same system, so it was no shock to me when I heard the signature buzz of the camera zooming in. The fact that he was watching me was a total turn-on.

Footsteps sound in the hallway, and the door creaks open. From here, I can see his shadowy form. He looks more relaxed, confident, almost as if he did something to ease all the tension. I chuckle. “Did you like the show?”

Shaking his head, he walks past me. As soon as he clicks his bathroom door behind him, I move. Working quickly, I unbind myself right as the shower turns on. In the distance, I hear the curtain opening and closing. I’m assuming that he’s stepping into the hot water now.

When I finally get my hands free, I sit up, smirking at how easy that was. He must have been so preoccupied by my little show earlier that he didn’t even realize all my thrusting and grinding was a distraction. Jericho was in such a hurry to tie me up that I made sure to kick and thrash enough to shove my wrists side by side, giving me the perfect opportunity to create a small pocket of slack. If my wrists had been bound on top of one another, I might not have had enough room to work myself free. Rotating my wrists against the stiff rope definitely left a mark, but at least I was able to eventually squirm out of my binds.

There’s nothing I can do about my torn shirt or missing silk scarf. Buttoning my pants, I don’t waste any time while he’s in the shower, sneaking off into the hallway. My feet don’t make a sound on the hardwood.

As I walk past a slightly open door, I can’t help but peer inside. I’m intrigued when I note all the lit-up computers in the room. Pushing past the door out of curiosity, I step inside. It’s a surveillance room. It’s clean and clinical. Everything is organized, obsessively so. I run a finger along the edge of his desk.

No dust.

No stray hairs.

I have to give it to the man. At least he isn’t a messy killer. Assuming my big brute has actually killed before.

My gaze trails up to the monitors, and giddy laughter bubbles out of me when I see just how much he zoomed in on my writhing body on the bed. But to my utter delight, I notice the screen on the far right, instantly recognizing the video. The tab is bookmarked, and I get the impression this might be one of his favorite videos of mine.

It’s a porn shoot I did with one of my co-stars. Monty Stylez is a pretty little twink who lets me do what I want. He’s the perfect little sub. I work with him more often than others, because his tastes align with mine. The whole ‘if I can’t have it, then at least he can’ mentality comes into play. Monty is a sweet and slightly bratty bottom. The person who I wish I could be in the privacy of my own home. With someone I trust.

I press play, letting Monty’s moans fill the room.

Opening the drawers to his desk, I can’t help but snoop through them. I should be trying to escape, but I’m dying to know what makes this man tick.

In one of the drawers, I spot a small jar of liquid and a few syringes. Immediately recognizing the same sedative he used on me, I smirk. Opening the jar, then twisting the pendant of my necklace, I sprinkle some white amethyst powder into the sedative before holding it up to the light. Tugging a cap off one of the needles, I inject it into the jar, measuring out the exact amount Jericho should have used on me, based on how quickly I woke up.