Set Me Free

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***Last time***
‘Tell me you want me to make you cum.’

Andrew shook his head afraid that his lips might say something else if he opened them. Andrew

collapsed on the floor as Christian let him go, the other man stood over him breathing hard, short

hair clinging to his face.

‘Fine. I’ll be back later to finish this.’

Andrew curled up on the cool tiles, confusion, fear, shame and guilt rolled over his mind. He

hated Christian, he didn’t understand what the man wanted, why he did this, but worst, he wished

now the man had not stopped.

***Chapter 3***

Amber stood and watched as the car speed off, her heart roar in her ears and tears stung her eyes. Amber turned around no one seemed willing to
help her, the people around her avoided her terror filled eyes, and they had just seen Andrew being kidnapped and they where doing nothing. A cry
of frustration tore from her throat and she ran there had to be a cop somewhere in this place. Finally she saw the police cruiser, Amber began
banging on the windows, and a large man stepped out and grabbed her arms.

‘Whoa there little lady, what...’

‘You have to help me! They’ve taken him! They kidnapped him!’

Tears streamed down her face, her chest felt tight and head span, and the police officer looked at her with sympathy, and gently pulled her into the
back of the cruiser.

‘Its ok, it was just a stunt from a show, come on now calm down.’

‘No! I know him! It wasn’t a stunt! Andrew needs our help please! I...’

The officers hands tightened painfully on her arms, Amber winced and tried to pull away, but the officer just held her in place.

‘But...’

‘But nothing Amber.’ Amber’s eyes widened in shock and fear as the officer sneered cruelly at her, ‘Ander will be fine, let me take you home.’

Amber stared mutely at the cop before nodding; she didn’t dare refuse, after a heartbeat, his grip loosened and his friendly smile returned. As they drove he chatted to her as if nothing had happened, Amber’s mind whirled she didn’t know what to do, but she knew one thing, she had to tell Josh.
Christian stood shaking in the elevator; he stared at his large hands thinking about the boy he’d left trembling on the bathroom tiles. He hadn’t meant for that to happen, he’d just wanted Andrew...anger rose through him and he smashed his hand into the cold hard metal of the doors. Pain pulsed through his hand, and Christian smile, letting the pain take away all other thoughts, he closed his eyes and waited for the doors to slide open.

Andrew didn’t know how long he’d been laid on the floor, but his body ached and protested as he forced himself up, he didn’t remember falling asleep but neither did he remember where he was. Standing Andrew saw his face was stained with salty tear tracks and his cloths where hanging off him. Andrew felt sluggish, his mind trying to understand and order everything, that had taken place, his brain suddenly clicked and the flood gates of memories opened. Andrew felt the adrenalin take over, he flew from the room, he found the elevator doors, he tried to find a button, but the wall was smooth, their seemed to be no way to open them.

Andrew let out an animal cry of rage, turning he scanned the room, a small table stood beside the bar, relief washed over him as he saw the phone. He ran over and yanked the receiver out of the cradle; he dialled the only number he knew by heart, Josh. A monotonic voice spoke, ‘please enter the code before dialling.’ Andrew slid to the floor, letting the voice repeat the words over and over, what the hell had he got tangled up in?
Andrew stood, he would not give up, there had to be a way out of this place, Andrew began to search each room, but there was no other way out. Andrew sat heavy on the floor of a bedroom, tears threatened to take over. Andrew stared out of the large windows; he could see the city lights, he could see the people moving about their lives as if nothing was wrong. He crawled forwarded and place a hand against the cold glass, Andrew stared into the darkness, was anyone worried about him? Would anyone care if he just disappeared? Andrew didn’t hear the footsteps behind him, nor did he hear the other man approach him.

Andrew saw a reflection in the glass; panic took over his body as the reflection began to take shape. Andrew tried to scramble to his feet but Christian was quicker, his arms wrapped around Andrew as he stood, pulling Andrew against his body. Andrew tried to pull away but Christian was to strong, Andrew felt himself being pushed against the glass, he gasped at the contrast of the cold glass and the heat of Christian’s body. Andrew shuddered as hot lips moved against his ear.

‘What where you looking at Andrew?’

‘Nothing! I was just...’

Andrew gasped as a warm hand moved around his waist, sliding underneath his shirt, the long calloused fingers moved over his smooth stomach. Andrew bit his lip swallowing the moan that threatened to brake from his lips, a deep chuckle sounded by his ear and teeth playfully nipped at his neck.

‘I see you wish to continue where we left off, Drew.’

Andrew shock his head, he didn’t want this, he shouldn’t want this, he tried to protest even as his own body began to react as Christian’s cold hands moved over his body. He closed his eyes tightly as Christian’s fingers brushed over his nipple; he could not stop the cry leaving his lips as Christian squeezed the hardening flesh.

‘No... Stop...please!’

Christian’s hand roughly grabbed Andrew’s chin and forced him to face his image in the large glass, ‘you say you want me to stop Drew. But look at you’re reflection,’ Andrew looked at the blushed that covered his own cheeks, the way his lips had parted, his eyes that where half closed with desire. Either if his mind didn’t want Christian’s touch, it was painfully clear that Andrew’s body did.

‘Do you really want me to stop?’

It took all of Christian’s will power to move away from the boy, he could still feel the warmth of his small body on his hands, and he heard the sharp intake of breath from Andrew. Slowly he watched as Andrew turned to face him, the boy was truly breathtaking the honey blonde hair falling over silver eyes glazed with lust, pale skin flushed, full lips slightly parted.

‘No.’

The word was barely whispered but Christian had heard it and needed no more permission, he wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist and pulled him into a deep kiss. He felt Andrew’s body tighten with nerves, Christian slid his tongue over Andrew’s lower lip, asking for permission to taste him. Christian felt Andrew resist before allowing him to enter, Christian felt Andrew moan into his own mouth as their tongues moved against each other in a passion dance for control. Christian slid his hand up into Andrew’s long hair, twisting his fingers into the silky tresses, pulling Andrew’s head back more allowing the kiss to deepen.

Andrew whimpered as Christian’s tongue moved inside his mouth, taste every part of him until both men where breathless. Andrew blushed as Christian’s fingers moved over the tented front of his trousers, ‘turn around Drew.’
Andrew didn’t move for a heartbeat before turning back to face the window, ‘Don’t call me Drew.’
Andrew felt Christian’s deep chuckle as Christian moved behind him, his skilled hands slowly began to strip Andrew, agonisingly slow. Andrew shuddered as the cold air touched his bare skin; Christian smiled against his neck as he placed warm kisses along his collarbone.

‘Mmmm I like it when you shiver underneath me Drew.’

Andrew looked into the window and saw Christian smiling at him; he glared and opened his mouth, ‘Don’t call me...ahhh. Stop-we can’t the people-will...see.’

‘Let them watch.’

Andrew moaned as Christian’s fingers curled around his erection, his thumb slid in the precome that dribbled from the tip. Christian leisurely moved his hand up and down the hard length, ‘I didn’t know you want me this badly Drew.’
Andrew glared at Christian in the window then groaned as Christian’s hand tightened and began to pick up speed. Andrew trembled against Christian’s larger body, his mouth open and gasping for air, his hips thrust into Christian’s strong hand.

‘Christian-I-gonna come.’

Christian lent over his body, forcing Andrew to place his hands against the cold glass, ‘then come.’
Andrew cry out as the orgasm rocked him, he tried to clutch something but all he could do was shake as Christian held him. Andrew closed his eyes and drew in deep ragged breaths, he felt Christian move and then something slick and wet stroked his entrance.

‘What are you-ahhh!’

Andrew cried out as Christian slid one finger into his tight entrance, tears stuck his eyes. He felt the finger inside him move and curl inside of him, Andrew threw his head back and opened his mouth in a wordless cry. Christian pushed another finger into him, Andrew cry out again, he wasn’t ready he tried to tell Christian but then a spark or pleasure flashed through him.
Christian smiled as Andrew moaned louder and pushed backwards against his fingers.

‘You’re tight, but so fucking hot.’

Christian moved his fingers, curling them and scissoring them inside Drew. He knew the boy wasn’t stretched enough but he pushed a third finger inside of him. He could barely stop himself coming just imagining what it would be like to fuck Andrew. The boy squirmed and cried out, Christian pulled the boy closer to his body, ‘Shhh... I’m sorry I know.’
Christian slowed moving his fingers in and out of the boy, stretching him, watching for signs that Andrew was ready for more. Slowly the whimpers of pain began to turn into groans and gasps for more.

‘I want you to scream my name.’

Andrew whimpered at the sudden loose of Christian’s skilled fingers, but soon shuddered as Christian’s large erection pressed against his entrance. He felt Christian’s hand tighten on his hips and then Andrew cried out as Christian thrust deep within him. Andrew bit into his lower lip as Christian moved inside of him, searching his body, until pure electric pleasure burst through Andrew’s body. Andrew thought his legs would buckle as Christian pulled almost all the way out only to slam back into him, forcing him into the cold glass, hitting his prostate.
Andrew could hear small whimpers and harsh breathing, a flush rushed up his face as he realised the noises where coming from him. Christian’s hands moved up his chest, rubbing and teasing him as Christian’s began to move faster within him. A hand sudden captured his chin and forced him to turn and face his reflection.

Andrew could see Christian thrusting into his body, he could see how the others hair clung to his face, how with each powerful movement Christian’s muscles rippled. The Andrew saw his own reflection, his eyes where half closed, his mouth open, gasping for air, his hair a messy halo of gold. He tried to turn his face away, but Christian held him firm, there eyes locked in the glass.
Christian could tell he was close to the edge, seeing Andrew’s angle face looking so sinful in the glass pushed him over the edge. With a cry Christian came, feeling Andrew’s own orgasm making his muscle spasm and tighten around him, milking him for every last drop. Christian stood, buried deep within the boy, feeling the boy’s body tremble and shake. This belongs to me.

When Christian pulled out of his, Andrew collapsed to the floor, exhaustion taking over his weary body, he felt Christian lift him up, as if he where a child, and then he let the darkness take over his vision.

***

Sunlight shone brightly into Andrew eyes as soon as he opened them; closing them he let his mind slowly recall the events of the night before. Turning he noticed the bed beside him was empty; holding the sheet tightly around himself Andrew searched the room for cloths. A noise stopped his search and he turned to see Christian leant against the door, his black trousers where tight and the dark blue shirt hung open. Andrew flushed from the memories of the night before; he could remember every touch, Andrew turned away.

‘Where are my clothes?’

‘Why do you need them? You look good enough to eat like that.’

Andrew shot a glare at Christian and returned to peering under the bed. ‘I need my clothes so I can go home.’

‘This is you’re home.’

Andrew moved up quickly, his head connecting with the table, he managed to catch the bedside lamp before it fell. He turned and stared at Christian, ‘You’re joking right?’

‘No. You belong to me Andrew; I don’t want anyone to be able to hurt you again. You’ll stay here.’
Andrew just stared at the other man; Christian’s face looked like to could have been carved from marble, no emotion showed through his cold expression. Slowly Andrew stood, keeping the bed between them.

‘You can’t do that! I don’t belong to anyone!’

Andrew felt his body tremble with rage and fear, who the hell was this guy. He froze as he watched Christian move around the bed until he was directly opposite him.

‘You belong to me. You will stay here; if you want you’re loved ones to be safe.’

Andrew felt as if someone has thrown ice water over his body, he felt his muscles tense. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean if you don stay here, I will come after everyone you care about until you return to me.’

Andrew could see that Christian was serious, he felt his anger pulse at the back of his head, and his hand gripped the small lamp beside him. He didn’t even notice that he had thrown the lamp until is sailed towards Christian. He saw the old man’s eyes flash as the lamp missed him by a few inches.

Christian felt the red rage take over his body, he closed the gap between himself and Andrew, and the boy turned and started to run. Christian grabbed the smaller man’s arm and threw him to the floor, the could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Andrew turned scared eyes to him, Christian let his eyes move over the boys body, Andrew was naked the sheet that he had used to cover his body was tangled around his legs and had moved to expose his pale cream stomach.

Christian felt his body react to the large fearful silver orbs, but that would have to wait, first he needed to show the boy he was not to be taken so lightly. Christian stood looking down at Andrew, his eyes ablaze, anger seem to cloud his mind. Reaching down his hand gripped Andrew’s slender neck raising him up and pinning him against the wall.

‘You should know who you are fighting before you try something.’

His words dripped ice, and he watched as fear paralyzed Andrew, the boy tried to speak but Christian just tightened his grip, he enjoying feeling the boy’s throat struggle under his hand to find air. He moved closer so that he was touching Andrew bare skin.

‘I am Christian DeSantos.’

He smiled as realisation and pure terror rose in his prey’s eyes...

Andrew felt the blood drain from him, fear taking away all other thoughts. DeSantos. The most powerful, influential and rumoured dangerous family in the whole city. The DeSantos could be connected to everything from organised crime to the governor’s office.
As Christian let go, Andrew slid down the wall, not daring to take his eyes off of the other man. Neither moved rage still played in Christian’s eyes.

Finally Andrew asked, ‘how long are you gonna keep me here?’
Christian lent down until him and Andrew where mere inches apart, Andrew flinched as Christians hand clamped down on his chin.
‘Until I say you can go. You belong to me now Drew and I can be a very kind owner...’ Andrew closed his eyes as Christian brushed their lips together. ‘Or I can be very, very cruel.’

****TBC:Chapter 5: A rival steps in ***