My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love

Chapter 21: Temper Tantrums and More


Nick was alone and struggling to find his way for the first time, from the bedroom, downstairs to the library. As he still hadn’t forgiven Vincent for what he did, Sarah had been the one who had been helping Nick deal with his loss of vision. She had helped him learn the number of steps he would need to know in order to reach his destinations, and how to watch out for objects in his path. So here he was wandering around the halls like a little lost lamb.

“Damn!” he yelled, when he banged into a table in the hallway and hurt his elbow.

Vincent and Sarah had decided the best way for Nick to learn his way around was to leave him alone so that he could remain independent. If he needed them, he only had to ask and they would be glad to help him. His temper was always on edge and he took his frustration out on whoever was within earshot. He had taken to talking aloud to himself, and knew he must have looked and sounded like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. It did make him angry though! “This is all his fault! If he wasn’t such a pigheaded fool, none of this would ever have happened! I hate him!”

“Oh, thank you, your Royal Highness King Vincent! If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place. You stupid jerk!” he ranted on as he continued stumbling along.

Nick was thankful, for small mercies anyway, that he was allowed to wear clothes instead of walking around in the nude. At this time, he was wearing black silk pants that hung low on his hips and a light blue silk shirt that highlighted the color of his eyes. Sarah had told him this when he had asked, and said Vincent chose them for him personally. “Thank you High Lord and Master! I am forever in your debt!” he mumbled.

Sarah had given him one of Vincent’s walking cane's thinking it would help him, but he was too proud and refused to use it. I wish I had it now though he thought. It could come in useful. Maybe like hitting a certain someone on the head with it. Yes, that was a brilliant idea and he had to remember to bring it with him the next time he ventured out. “You never know who you might run into!”

While he was making his way carefully down the stairs, he was unaware that he was being observed by Vincent. Vincent had been watching him since he left the bedroom and was hearing every word that Nick spoke out loud. At first, he thought it was amusing, but lately Nick’s ranting was starting to grate on his nerves.

How can I blame him though, Vincent thought, it was due to my own volatile temper that Nick had been blinded. He was thinking how cute Nick could be when he was angry. He also thought about the way Nick’s blue eyes sparkled and how that annoying dimple in his cheek was always asking to be kissed.

He continued watching and following Nick making sure he got safely down the stairs. If Nick had started to fall, Vincent would have caught him in an instant. He was aware that Nick had no idea he was observing him. If he found out, Vincent thought, he would be furious.

Nick finally found his way to the library and opened the door so that he could enter the room. Sarah had been teaching him to read in braille and he was looking forward to finding out how much he had learned. She said she would leave him some books that she had ordered on the table near the fireplace. There was a sofa in the room he could use so that he would be comfortable.

So, making his way cautiously over, he found the table with the books on it. He felt them with his fingers until he found one that caught his interest. It was a murder mystery that was on the current best seller list. He made himself comfortable on the sofa and settled down to read. After awhile, he started getting tired with the warmth of the flames and the sound of the crackling fire in the hearth he soon fell asleep.

Vincent had quietly been sitting in his chair on the other side of the coffee table watching Nick read. When Nick fell asleep, he stood and walked over to the sofa so that he could better observe Nick’s sleeping form.

Smiling, he removed the book from Nick’s chest where it had fallen and put placed it back on the table. He then decided it would be a good idea for him to take a short nap too and what better place then on the sofa with Nicholas.

Nick was dreaming, it was a pleasant dream and he didn’t want to wake up. He felt so safe and secure. He was being held in strong arms and the feeling it gave him sent shivers down his spine. All he knew was that he wanted to stay like this forever.

“Mmm” Nick murmured as he started waking up, “Ooh, it feel’s so good I don’t want to move.”

He started snuggling back into what he thought were the pillows on the sofa but realized instead that it was a hard yet soft masculine body he was up against.

“Holy Crap! What the Hell! What do you think you are doing?“ he yelled out, pushing himself upwards only to find himself trapped by those arms he had been dreamily thinking about a minute ago. “Let me go! I mean it Vincent, let me go right now!”

As Nick struggled in vain, Vincent made the mistake of laughing out loud at his antics which caused Nick to lose control. He started kicking, scratching, biting and bucking until eventually he knocked the back of his head into Vincent’s chin. Cursing, Vincent roared “ENOUGH!” which caused Nick to settle down and stop his struggling.

“Keep still or you’ll only end up hurting yourself!” Vincent warned. “Just relax and let me hold you.”

Nick listened to his words and lay back down so that he was resting up against Vincent’s chest. He leaned against him and closed his eyes, feeling the rise and fall of Vincent’s chest as he breathed. Laying there he realized just how much he was enjoying the feel of having those arms around his body. The warmth and security felt comfortable and he found himself thinking, I could really learn to like this.

Vincent started nibbling the back of Nick’s neck and then started sucking it.

“Oh God!” Nick cried out.

“Do you like it Nicholas?” Vincent asked.

“Yes!, Oh, Yes!” Nick answered.

Smiling, Vincent continued pleasuring Nick, he continued kissing his neck then his hand roamed down to Nick’s silk pants. I better do this tactifully or there will be hell to pay. he thought, and then his hand slipped lower until he found Nick’s slowly hardening member. He gently took it in his hand and played around with the head, teasing his balls and running his fingers along the slit where pre-cum was starting to dribble out.

“Oooh!.. More!.. Please!.. Shit!.. Ahhh!.. Fuck!.. Ngh!” Nick was moaning and writhing erotically against Vincent.

Vincent knew Nick was losing control and continued to play with him. He stroked and pulled his slender shaft driving Nick insane with uncontrolled desire.

“Oh,..YES!,...Master?!...Vincent?! ..Master!...I NEED YOU!... I can’t take it any more!....Help me!...
I am going to cum!...I need you!... Holy Fuck... Man! Ahhhh!...Shit!...Ngh..!”

Nick couldn’t stand the torment anymore and he came right in Vincent’s hand. He collapsed against Vincent and just lay still not saying a word.

Vincent had wanted to take Nick right there on the sofa, but controlled himself, and focused on the subject of pleasuring his Nicholas. This time was just for Nicholas and only for Nicholas. This one time was anyway. The next time would be for me.

Their solitude was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.....

TBC