Gravity of Love

(five)


I snapped awake to someone calling my name and shaking me gently.
"Gavin, we're here."
My mind was still slow and muddled with sleep so for a few seconds I actually wondered where "here" was. I sat up, still in the dark car. I slowly remembered the whole night: Selene, David…all of it. Out of the window I saw the familiar townhouse, nearly every window lit and inviting.

"You slept the whole ride home, " Ren said and didn't make a move to get out of the car until I stepped out first.
Once inside, Ren immediately went into the study and I followed. He went to his computer but I kept walking and went into the bedroom. The pile of clothes he had made earlier was gone; all of it neatly put back in their places. It was a bit eerie sometimes how proficient the help was; to my knowledge Ren had about five or six people in his employment. They did their jobs and disappeared, despite the fact that they lived on the grounds. They were still up and about somewhere, but the house was still and uncomfortably quiet.
I had just finished undressing when I heard the soft opening and closing of the room door. Approaching me from behind, he slid his warms hand across my bare back and let them travel lower. He kissed my shoulder as he reached around me and groped my chest and stomach. Shit, not again. I shrunk away from his touch, moving forward and out of his reach.
"I gotta take a shower," I blurted, saying the first excuse that popped into my head. Please, just le me have a few fucking moments to myself. A few moments without having to be his whore or anyone else's. Ren looked irritated but not angry.

"Alright, but be quick about it."
I nodded and quickly made my escape to the bathroom. I turned on the lights and leaned against the door, enjoying the silence. On the other side I faintly heard the soft beat of music and Ren's soft tenor voice singing along. A smile played on my lips as I remembered the first time I heard him sing. That was the night he said he loved me and it was then that I gave everything to him. I might as well have signed over my soul and the contract was safely in his back pocket. Until then I was just his errand boy and I was cruelly given nearly two years to fall hard enough for him that I believed anything he told me. I had really thought my life with him would be different, better somehow. But after I fucked him all I became was a possession.
"It doesn't sound like you're taking a shower!"
I jumped at the sound of his voice. It was clear he had to be standing on the other side of the door. Can't I get any fucking peace?
"I'm about to get in now," I called back, "you know it takes awhile to untie these pants." Actually they were quite easy to get out of, but I was hoping he didn't know that. Thankfully, he made no response and I heard the music blaze a bit louder. Not wanting to take the chance of another interruption I quickly got into the shower.

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I stepped out of the steamy bathroom and padded my way across the dark room and miraculously didn't even stub a toe or anything. About time something went right tonight. I slipped slowly into the bed, careful to not disturb Ren's still form. I had taken a little extra time in the bathroom hoping that he would get tired of waiting and just go to sleep. I was basically a prune, but it was well worth it. Despite how tired I was I found myself unable to sleep. I lay there staring out into the dark for a while and my mind soon ran back to David. I hate to admit it, but I was actually looking forward to the next time he picked me up. He was just another client, like Mannix, like the dozen others I've fucked night after night, so why him? Why was he different? Why did I feel this way? I remembered that sweet kiss we shared in the garden tonight and how it had sent shivers all over my body. My hand traveled down my stomach and I grabbed my crotch and silently moaned. I smiled as I thought of the things that I'd do to him—I'd suck him off until he screamed…fuck him until he begged me to never stop….I'd—

I groaned loudly as I stroked my erection through the thin silky pants, imaging David's body in all different positions. My breath quickened and I began to pump into my hand.

"Are you okay?" Ren's whispered voice whispered, shattering my fantasizing and brought me back to my body. I suddenly felt guilty, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit, I thought he was sleeping. But Ren didn't know what I was doing, did he? I decided to just play it off as nothing, hoping he'd go back to sleep and leave me alone. I nodded, but realized that he probably couldn't see it in the dark.

"Yeah, just tired," I muttered.

He chuckled. "You have had quite the night, haven't you?" He laughed again and the bed slightly shook as he moved. Soon after I felt his hands traveling along my shoulder and neck, gently massaging them.

"Lay on your stomach," he ordered softly.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally complied. He worked his way down my back, using the palms of his hands to grind into my flesh, alternating directions and pressure. I couldn't help but enjoy it. Ren was very, very good at this. I let out a sigh of contentment as my muscles turned to slush under his hands. It felt so nice…..

Still working on my back, Ren shifted and was soon straddling my legs. He leaned forward, spreading his hands to my sides and kissed the nape of my neck. He pulled the skin lightly with his teeth, making me gasp, but not from pain. Tiny electric shocks of pleasure ran down my spin and settled into a warm heat in-between my legs. Everyone had his or her own spot, well; the nape of the neck was mine. Ren licked, sucked and nibbled that one spot making me moan and writhe beneath him. By now, my penis was rock hard and was pressing painfully into the mattress. But, God, I didn't care as long as he didn't fucking stop.

He moved from my neck and nibbled on my earlobe, whispering naughty words and breathy promises of what he was going to do to me. He worked his fingers across every part of me, my skin alive with his touch. He touched me slowly, almost tenderly, placing small kisses wherever he could.

"You love me?" He whispered, his hands still exploring me.

"Yes," I sighed, automatically, not thinking if I truly did or not.

"Get up." He ordered.

I lifted myself up until I was on my knees, arms out in front of me, bracing my weight on the headboard. Ren closed in on me again and I felt the probing of his dick at my ass. I let out a stifled moan as he slid in effortlessly, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other across my chest.

"I love you so damned much," he breathed, drawing his dick in and out of me slowly. I let my head fall forward, my body swaying to the rhythm of his thrusts. God, I wanted—needed—to believe him. To believe that I was more to him then some shell to get off in, to whore out, or brag about. I needed to be more to him; I wanted to love him again. I shivered again as he began kissing my neck again and wondered if I truly loved him or not. How did you know? He pinched my nipple with one hand and the other traveled down until he grabbed hold of my penis. I cried out as he stroked me in time with his own thrusts, making the pleasure even deeper somehow.

I tried several times to move my hips to meet his thrusts, but tonight they were too erratic and quick for me to keep up with. He drew himself out slowly only to pump into me so fast it was borderline pain. My moans were getting louder the closer I got to orgasm, my body on fire with pleasure. Every time he rammed his dick into me it pushed another cry from my already hoarse throat.

"You love me?" He grunted.

"Uh-huh," I muttered, still caught up in the pleasure that was bringing me to. I didn't want to think, I did that too much already. All I wanted to do was feel. He slowed his rhythm and stroking, letting my brain function a bit better. "Love me?" He asked again, fucking me slowly.

"Yes," I groaned, truly meaning it this time. That satisfied him and he went back to his vigorous fucking from before. And I felt it, it's been so long, but I felt it. I felt his love. I knew, in these few moments that we shared he truly did love me. Maybe he'll change, maybe things can be different….just maybe…

I came first, semen erupting over his hand, my stomach and the bed. Wait until the maid sees this in the morning. HA! Ren wasn't far behind, grinding into me as if he could come out the other side. He held me to him tight and I soon felt him blow his load into me. We stayed like that for a while, relearning how to breath. He rested his head on my shoulder, putting his weight on me. I felt his hammering heartbeat through my back, matching my own and enjoyed the wonderful silence.

Slowly, he detangled himself from me and got off the bed. I turned to look at him, confusion set on my face.

"Where you going?"

"To another room, you squirted all over this one. We'll end up with cum matted in our hair." He laughed and went to the door. "You coming or what?"

I smiled as I slide off the bed, taking the top sheet to wrap around me.
"I thought I already did," I replied slyly.

Ren laughed and walked out the room. "Smart ass!"

The other room wasn't that different from the previous one. It was just a bit smaller and not as decorated. I quickly slipped between the soft cotton sheets, tired now more than ever. Ren settled into the bed and scooted close to me, spooning me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. He whispered his love and promises of always taking care of me. His soft voice carried on for a while, until he sighed, hugged me closer and fell silent. I let the rise and fall of his chest lull me to sleep, feeling safe and loved, if only for tonight. If only for tonight…..

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I woke that next morning—or should I say afternoon—feeling pretty damned good. Ren was nowhere to be seen, but I knew where he would most likely be, especially on a Saturday morning. I washed up, grabbed something quick to eat from the kitchen and headed to Ren's study. He was at his desk, feet propped up and on the phone. He had yet to gel his hair back for the day so his red hair feel in short natural curls, framing his face. It made him look younger than his twenty-eight years and it was that same bad boy image that had lured me in effortlessly. His perfectly tanned chest was bare and he only wore black jeans and socks. I slipped in quietly so I wouldn't disturb him, closing the door softly behind me and waited for him to acknowledge me. I absently tugged out some tangles out of my hair as he laughed with the other person on the phone.

"No, and I'll tell you again…that is the set price for a night with him. You can't talk me down, you know better than that. Why? You've got to ask me why? Yeah, yeah, I thought so. Just promise me you won't—" Ren finally noticed I had entered the room and took his feet off the desk. "Look, call me later. Call…me…later!" With that he hung up the phone quickly and gave me one his best I-wasn't-talking-about-you smiles.

I strode in further and sat down on the leather loveseat by the desk.

"Was that call about me?" I asked.

Ren shook his head. "Don't worry about things like that, love. How did you sleep?"

The answer that that question was a yes, then. I bit my lip, almost afraid to ask the next one and if he would even try to answer me honestly.

"How much am I worth these days?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could.

"Don't worry about things like that," he repeated, his voice a bit colder this time, giving me a warning to drop the subject. I folded my arms and sunk bank into the cushions, unhappy.

"Hey, don't pout," Ren said, his cheerful voice back in place, "I've got something for you."

I looked up then. I was a sucker for gifts.

"What is it?"

Ren motioned to the floor beside the desk; I followed his pointing and spotted a medium sized box, wrapped up like it was Christmas.

"What is it?" I asked again, my tone carefully controlled.

He frowned. "At least open it first."

I did, a bit curious why he would get me anything. I finally got into the box and pulled out a black shirt. But it wasn't just any shirt; it was the one shirt I had been wanting for months available only by special order from jolly ole England. It was a pure thick silk with small zippers adorning it; the actual shirt could be removed piece by piece from the sleeves to the hood and beneath them was the matching pants. My eyes went wide and I looked at Ren who was smiling ear to ear with satisfaction. In my head I imagined the perfect dancing set at On The Lash: I'd zip off a piece of my clothes at a time to the beat of Lucky You. The audience would cum in their pants with excitement.

"No way!" I shout, still holding up the shirt admiring it.

"Yes way," he said and got up from his chair and came over to kneel by me. "Remember when we were looking through that catalog last month and you said you had liked it?"

I did remember, one of the few times that Ren and I had talked like actual human beings in a very long time.

"Yeah, but the place is in London, I didn't expect you to get it. It was so expensive!"

"Money is nothing when it comes to you," he replied and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

That sentence brought me back to his phone call. "Should I wear this for my client tonight?" I asked unhappily.

"You can wear it, but you don't have anyone scheduled for the night."

I was confused, but didn't say anything. He got up, grabbed something from the desk and came back to the floor. He held out his hand and I scooted back out of habit.

"Take it."

I looked in his hand first. A credit card? I slowly took it, wondering what he wanted me to do with it. He got up and went back to his desk and picked up the phone.

"Have fun."

"Huh?" I replied.

Ren laughed. "Go out and do something today, buy something, have some fun."

I stood up and thought of the most careful way to word my questions. "Why are you doing this for me?"

"Can't I do things for you?" He snapped. "I can't show you how I love you?"

Crap. "N-No," I stammered, "I-it's just that I wasn't expecting all of this, ya know? I—"

Ren sighed, propping the phone between his chin and shoulder as he dialed a number. "Truth be told, I know I've been treating you kind of shitty lately, and I wanted to make up for it. Now go, before I change my mind."

I turned around and walked out, still confused. As I closed the door I could hear Ren laughing with whomever he was talking with before.

"Cash or credit?" He laughed.

I wasn't feeling that good anymore, go figure. He probably just wanted me out the house so he could finish making his calls and taking appointments for me. And last night…did saying all those things give him a hardon or did he really mean them? I looked at the clothes and credit card in my hand and felt even worse. Had it come to the point where even he paid me? In a fit, I threw the clothes on the floor and walked out the house, slamming the door behind me.