Jinx

So bright! Oh God! Why is it so frigging sunny? I groaned and buried my face in the marvellously fluffy pillow to screen my puffy eyes from the blazing light. Not that efficient in fact. I’m so tired. I want to sleeeeep! Grrrrr. Couldn’t that fucking sun forget to rise up for one day? A solar eclipse would be welcome right now. Nope? Crap! I rolled on my side, grabbed the silky sheet with my shaky fingers and threw it over my face. Here. All better! Except that now I’m dramatically aware that I did drink too much yesterday. Fucking hangover! Even the darkness behind my closed eyelids is dangerously spinning. Aw. My head was painfully throbbing and I felt a familiar nausea shake my stomach upside down. I let out a low growl, hands clasping my grumbling belly to calm down its wrath.

Wait a second! Pause! What the hell was that? I felt the bed shift behind my back, as if a heavy weight had settled down right next to me. My heart stopped in my chest in sudden panic. Shit! Shit! Shit! Is there someone else in here? Impossible. I never bring anyone home with me. Not even when I’m dead drunk. Ayden’s surely not that sneaky, so who the fuck is in my room? I held my breath in anticipation, not really sure whether I was still dreaming or not through my blurry daze. Maybe I had imagined it.

Yeah, I was that wasted. Not to the point to see pink elephants flying within the clouds but almost that trashed. Something which I supposed was a hand, warm and comforting, gently landed on my head and ruffled my hair in a soothing motion. It felt awfully real. Shit! There’s no doubt I’m awake. And there’s definitely someone in my room. Oh. My. God! My eyes flipped open in a split second. Too fast! Too fast! A shot of pain exploded in my skull when the covered dim light hurt my sensitive orbs, dilated with fear. My brain was having a party of its own, desperately trying to expand in its restricted prison, slamming against my bones in a pounding pulse. I covered my blinded eyes with my sweaty hands and took a peek at my surroundings through my entwined fingers.

That’s when reality crashed on me and it felt as if I just got splashed in the face by a full bucket of cold water. Make it a bunch of ice cubes pouring endlessly over my head. Ouch! I instantly sobered. Brilliant light? Fluffy pillow? Sheets as soft as silk? Bed wide enough to not land on the floor at the slightest move? So many details that doesn’t match at all with my shitty apartment. Damn it! How can I have been so out of it not to have noticed immediately? You bet. The incredibly comfy mattress on which I was shamelessly sprawled was dreadfully not mine. Oh God! Breathe! Breathe!

I inhaled deeply and gathered all my might to force myself to take a look behind my shoulder. My heart was beating like crazy against my ribcage, in fear of discovering who the person currently leaning beside me was. I wish I could say I have no fucking clue of the identity of my host but I kinda have a vague idea of who the one I had obviously shared the previous night with is, to my own mortification. Please, I beg you, make it someone else! Guess I’m not that lucky. I blinked at the vision before my eyes but it refused to disappear in thin air. All colours drenched from my face and I blanched so much that I could compete with the radiant whiteness of the sheets at this exact moment. Except I, for one, was not dazzling. Nope, more like I was pale in an ‘I’m gonna be sick in less than five seconds’ sort of way.

Right before my eyes, coolly lying down on his side, propped on his elbow, his head nonchalantly resting in his spread palm, was none other than the devil himself. His morning hair just messy enough to be enticing as hell, a few strands randomly sprayed on his face and nape, perfectly outlining his masculine cheekbones. An amused glint deliciously highlighting the sparkling blue of his eyes, strangely responding to my terrified stare. And a conceited smirk lifting up the corner of his lips. Bastard! I lowered my gaze to break eye contact and flushed crimson when my pupils hazily focused on his chest. I gulped uneasily. Shit! He’s fucking naked! Oh. My. God! Please tell me this is a nightmare.

Guess I won’t even have this chance! His completely exposed torso, rhythmically heaving at an entrancing pace with each intake of air, seems terribly real to me. And no, I won’t touch it to make sure it is. Not even give it a pinch. Wow. To his credit, I must say that he’s a living ad for underwear with his fucking well sculpted six pack abs and all. That is, if he’s indeed wearing some briefs, which I don’t know because the sheet is negligently wrapped around his hipbone, blanketing his lower body, and the hell if I’m gonna lift it to check!

What the fuck am I thinking? Did I lose my mind overnight? I woke up in the same fucking bed as Julian Evans and I can’t find anything better to do than admire his body like a horny high school girl in the midst of puberty? What the fuck is wrong with me? And how the hell did I end up here? And what did we do all night long? Aw. I’m not certain I want to know. Okay. Now I’m freaking out.

“Did you sleep well, midget?” The bastard chuckled in a teasing tone.

I stared at him in disbelief, my troubled mind desperately working at bringing together the crumples of my fleeing tokens, defying my growing headache. The first pieces of my confused memories rushed violently before my eyes. Oh shit! I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple staying kinda wedged down my throat. Oh. My. God! Just fucking kill me now! Or give me a rope so that I can hang myself and happily forget. I shot an angry glare at the bastard who was currently laughing at me, his hand holding on his stomach, making the mattress tremble under him. Just like the rolling of the sea. Crap. I’m gonna be sick. Hopefully not. That fucking asshole! How dare he do this to me? Forget about me committing suicide. I’m just gonna strangle him instead!

Just to let you appreciate how much of a stupid jerk this man can be, in case you were not already fully convinced that he is the worst by now, let’s go back a few hours ago, I don’t know exactly how many because I’ve no frigging idea of what time it is right now. Nope, I can’t tell the hour just by looking at the position of the fucking sun in the sky. Sorry that I didn’t use to be a scout. Whatever. The last thing you must remember is that yesterday evening, at ten, in the main room of the Velvet Club, I was still openly sniggering at my bold prank basically consisting in standing the bastard up for the date he had the nerve to force on me. Snicker. Snicker.

My devilish grin vanished as soon as I caught a glimpse of Evans’ two fucking bodyguards, the same men that accompanied him on Wednesday, squeezed into skin tight impeccable black suits, stepping their way towards poor me with long powerful strides, a despicable smug look glinting on their face. Oh crap! All pairs of eyes of the patrons were instantly glued to the two bulky guys like a magnet and the atmosphere drastically cooled down, the previous clatter of avid conversations and laughter suddenly replaced by stifled whispers and curious glances. I thought the utmost quality of bodyguards was their discretion, their ability of being unnoticed in any given circumstances, of literally melting with their environment, hidden in the shadows to creep up on the enemy when he expects it the least. Guess I was completely wrong. With their very short hair, cut in a military style, menacing square jaws, imposing stature and the dangerous aura surrounding them, they could hardly stand out more in the classy club. Let’s face reality: gorillas dancing in tutus in a classical ballet would have been a less striking vision.

As they seemed determined to approach me without prior warning, I gave them the cold shoulder with a very very angry glare and gestured for them to stay the hell where they were, that is away from me. Fortunately, they got the hint and stopped dead on their tracks. Hey, no need to embarrass myself by making a scene in front of the for once pretty nice customer that just gave me a twenty bucks tip, thank you. I smiled charmingly at my apparently shy benefactor, grabbed my tray and stomped my way to the bar to get his next order done, royally ignoring the two idiots vacantly zoning out in the middle of the empty opened space between the bar and the tables. I sized them carefully from the corner of my eyes when I walked past them. Best to know who you’re dealing with, huh?

One was a lot taller than me, bearing a horrid scar on his already villain face, marring his right cheek from the corner of his eyes to his chin, and I sure as hell don’t want to know how he got it. The second was neatly smaller with no other distinguishing feature but his patent shortness, surprising for a gunman. Regardless, they were both frighteningly larger than me, massive muscles virtually leaking from their bodies. No doubt they could break me in two if needed. Hey, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not that of a wimp! But unlike these two living clichés of men in black, I have no money and no time to waste working out, aimlessly lifting weights in a gym smelling the musky scent of testosterone mixed up with sweat. Eck! So okay, I may be a tad lean but I’m well-toned. Just try me if you don’t trust my strength!

I tapped my fingers anxiously on the glass surface, impatiently waiting for Greg to spot me. Hell! For this one and only time, even Eli would do. Damn! Why are they so fucking busy? Hum. Maybe if I continue to act as if his goons are not here long enough, they’ll just go away. To hell and back would be great. Or not. I heard a muffled scoff right behind me, the same low sound that one’s produced by clearing his throat to require attention. Guess they saw right through my childish ‘I’m not seeing you’ attitude. I need a change of plan. Eck. That implies I previously had a plan, which I didn’t. Shit! I need a plan.

“Are you Mr. O’Neil by any chance?” Thug number one asked in a surprisingly gentle manner.

Hey! That’s cheating! Scum is not supposed to be polite. Come on! I’m sure you can do better than that! Since nobody required that I play along with their falsely ceremonious act, no need for me to handle them with kid gloves.

“What do you want?” I grunted aggressively, without even turning over to face them.

“Mr. Evans sent us to check up on you. Since you didn’t show up on time at your appointment, he was worried that some… hum… troubles may have come up at the last minute and held you here.” Thug number two explained in an equal tone, shrugging off my rudeness without a word.

I smirked to the wall in front of me when I heard the lame semblance of an excuse the bastard had made up this time to justify sending his mad dogs after me. So sweeeeeeet! Worried for me? Please, don’t make me laugh! I revolved on my heels and stared coldly at the two messengers.

“Like he cares!” I snarled viciously and they visibly flinched. Guess they do have some respect for their boss. “Well, I’m fine. You’ve seen it. Now good-bye.” I concluded calmly, dismissing them with an annoyed wave of my hand.

“Not so fast, Mr. O’Neil. It’s not over yet.” Shortie stopped me right when I was about to turn my back on them again, holding me still with a firm grip on my left arm, just above my elbow.

“Don’t touch me!” I growled in a low voice, desperately repressing the urge to give him a piece of my mind and beat some sense into him cause, believe it or not, I was not that keen on making an exhibition of myself at my workplace.

He offered me his own version of an apologetic look, which was more scary than sorry considering the wicked smile floating on his lips, but didn’t mean to release his hold on me at all. I scowled at him and fiercely yanked my biceps towards me, hoping to withdraw from his grasp. It was frustratingly fruitless since each time I made a move to free myself, he automatically mimicked it smoothly so that we were in the same position again. Oh god! He’s fucking pissing me off. We continued our funny dance for a while until Scar cut in, apparently bugged to be kept aside. He counteracted my foolish attempts to escape, sidestepping to place himself right in front of me, his hand reaching behind me on my right side to connect with a bar’s pillar. Damn it! I was cornered. Just like a hotdog’s sausage sandwiched between two massive pieces of bread. Now I really do pity sausages

“Since you’re in good shape enough to argue, I guess it’s not the reason why you were late to your scheduled meeting with Mr. Evans.” Scar remarked scornfully, letting his perfectly respectable mask fell down to be replaced by a devious grin that sent shivers down my spine. Smart, isn’t he? “I bet you were sooooo absorbed in your work that you lost track of time. Well it’s not like you can steal a glance at the clock when you’re paid to keep your head down.” He snickered and shared a knowing gaze with his little friend.

Shut the fuck up! Damn it! Here I stupidly hoped that their true nature would take longer to resurface. Told you that their apparent kindness was just as fake as the cheap imitation of Rolex shining on their wrists. I clamped down hard on my teeth to keep me from reacting to the lashing insult he’d just thrown at my face. Like hell I’ll give this scum the satisfaction of making me lose my cool! I’d bite down on my tongue before responding to his petty provocation.

Not that I have another choice at hand since, even if we were pretty quiet, it was quite obvious that we were quarrelling and I didn’t want to make things worse by shouting an undisruptive flood of colourful but very explicit language at their heads under the sharp scrutiny of the sophisticated crowd, blatantly taking our fierce collision all in and keeping the score. The thugs were leading by one tiny point. Crap! If I’d expected that at least one of my colleagues would stick up for me I rapidly disenchanted cause they were all way too terrified by the two hulking guys to risk more than surreptitiously offering me sympathetic and anxious glances from times to times. Thanks for the moral support, fellows! Whatever, I can’t really blame them when I myself don’t feel so comfortable with their proximity.

“Just to let you know, our boss is a very busy man and he hates waiting.” Shortie whispered in my ear, the warning note in his tone barely hidden. He eyed me up and down and finally snorted with aversion. “Especially for a punk like you.” He added after his brazen examination.

Says the scoundrel hired to beat the crap out of the college student who has a very legal job in a highly honourable club. Ha ha. I think I’ve got enough of their tiresome blah-blah. That makes two points in advance for them. It’s almost time to reciprocate the courtesy, huh?

“Look dudes, spare me your patronizing manners, ok? Since I don’t give a damn about your fucking boss, do you really think I could care less about his underling’s opinion? Come on! Don’t be so full of yourselves.” I struck back with a devilish smile to their utter bewilderment.

They stared at me incredulously at first, but after a few minutes of a tensed silence, it was my turn to be dazzled when Scar couldn’t repress a conniving smile, sadly gruesome, and Shortie burst into laughter, unhanding me to cross his arms on his painfully contracted abs. Earth to bodyguards? No response? Okay… I think they’ve just lost it. Can’t quite figure why… Guess I unwittingly said something funny. If I ever got fired, maybe I could switch to being a clown. With a big red nose. And a pink bow tie. Ew. Bad idea.

“Just as expected, he’s a fiery one.” Scar acknowledged with a nod to his friend and he did look slightly impressed.

“I told you he wouldn’t be easily busted.” Shortie pointed out between heavy pants, still recovering of the aftershock of his happy moment.

All Evans’ acquaintances must absolutely do a great job at acting as if I was not there, huh? Damn it! And what the hell are they blabbering about? As expected? Easily busted? Is all this the bastard’s new mind game? Sending his goons to make fun of me to bring me over the edge? Sounds like something he would do in retaliation of the prank I put on him. God! I hate him! I hate them all!

“Are you on drugs? Cause your mood swings are certainly too weird for you to be clean. Or, maybe, are you on your period?” I inquired in an unconcerned tone, casually leaning on the bar to give me a relaxed composure.

“Don’t take it to heart kiddo. We didn’t mean to belittle you. We were simply testing you.” Scar stated as if it was the most natural thing to do so. If that was supposed to be an apology, it miserably missed the point.

Yeah, right, normal people in the normal world test other normal people by treating them like shit every day, huh? It’s simply surrealistic! Since my depressing adventure with the angry pig at the Florentine’s three days ago, I’ve lived under the impression of having been teleported in another dimension with only disoriented dummies. Wait! Does that mean that I’m dumb myself? Ew. That’s a shock!

“No offence taken as long as you care to explain your odd behaviour.” I assured warily.

Odd? Unnecessarily mean is closer to the point I think. But let’s not hurt their feelings too badly. What’s a little bit of hypocrisy between civilized buddies, huh?

“You see, we’ve escorted many of the boss’ past lovers, dude or chick indifferently. They all occupied high-ranking positions in society, being the best in their own field of actions, loaded, dead gorgeous, smart to the point of becoming arrogant and often ill-tempered. In fact they usually treated us like crap. To think that the boss would go after a mere waiter is hardly conceivable.” Shortie accounted in the tone of confidence.

Here goes my pride… My heart sank deep into my chest and my stomach churned queerly at hearing the endless list of merits of Evan’s partners but I couldn’t really tick off what was hurting me in this crude showdown with his previous lovers. The difference in status was prominent but that was clearly not what was bothering me. So what? Was it the sour feeling of my own insignificance compared to him? Of not being worthy enough to be wooed by this worshipped prince? Of never being able to be considered his equal? Or was it the confirmation that he was indeed a playboy and that I represented nothing more to him than a new precious piece in his love’s collection? Shit! I’m really getting ahead of myself this time. It’s not like we’re technically anything for each other. He’s just another well-off crank with weird kinks. Why do I care? It’s not like he’s my lover! He’s not even close to being my friend! Hell! I don’t even know him. Argh! Stop thinking already!

“It’s not like that. We’re not in that kind of relationship.” I rebuffed Shortie bitterly and he let out a soft sigh in response.

“Whatever. You’re free to lie to yourself if that helps you sleep, kiddo.” Scar shrugged at me, giving me a knowing look.

“I’m not. Pigs might fly before I ever date that asshole, got it?” I denied immediately, an ounce of anger staining my words. Inwardly hoping that pigs will never fly. Hey, we never know what species evolution can bring on us!

Oh God! Why are they suddenly so chatty? Revert back to your originally grumpy personality now, please! It’s just too intolerable to be forced to listen to their gossips and insinuations about their boss’ sexual preferences. Isn’t it part of the bodyguard’s job to keep this sort of details to himself? Guess those two were as trustful as a bunch of teenagers asked to hush up the name of their friend’s secret crush. That is, not at all. What the hell did I do to make them think that it was okay for them to let themselves go in front of me, huh? Tell me so that I won’t risk doing it ever again!

“Anyway, you must have made a strong impression on Evans for him to chase after you like that. It’s normally the other way around: he’s used to pick his prize among those who throw themselves at him. However, I’m really surprised cause he seemed pretty serious when he ordered us to hunt you down and bring you back with us to the Jinx.” Shortie admitted, his index playfully pulling at his lower lips while he was lost in his thoughts.

“Oh joy!” I exclaimed sarcastically, thinking just the contrary, but they didn’t pick up my sardonic remark.

I cursed under my breath because the perspective of another head-to-head with the pervert who kissed me, not once but twice, and with his fucking tongue, wasn’t exactly thrilling.

“Can’t you just skip this part? Taking people elsewhere against their will is called kidnapping you know!” I lectured them in a serious tone but they weren’t fazed a bit.

Okay threatening won’t do. Change of strategy. Beg like there’s not tomorrow. And action!

“You can always report to him that you didn’t find me. Or that I compelled you to fuck off. Or something like that. Please?” I beseeched them, batting my eyelashes on the most adorable puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

If they do have a heart, they won’t be able to resist. Shortie tilted his head uneasily and glanced at Scar anxiously from the corner of his eyes, visibly waiting for him to make a decision. My last hope vanished when Scar’s gaze intensified and fell on me coldly, all his features hardened in blatant anger. Aw. It seems that I hit a nerve but I didn’t quite get why.

“On second thought, I can tell what Mr. Evans sees in you.” Scar reeled off harshly and I didn’t know how to take it. Guess that wasn’t a compliment. Well, I can also see why the bastard chooses you as bodyguard, scary grouchy nasty gorilla.

“Sorry kiddo, but we’re not going to lie to our boss to save your cheeky ass. He’s far more impressive than you’ll ever be and there’s nothing he loathes more than deceit.” Shortie floundered, a sincere apologetic scowl on his face.

“I know, damn it! He has already used this line on me. And stop calling me a kid, would you old hag?” I exploded angrily.

“No need to take it out on us, Marcussssss. You know, we’re just following orders whether we like them or not.” Shortie pointed out patiently, deliberately emphasizing my first name as if to get back at me for the ‘old hag’ comment.

I would surely have flown off the handle if my name was some unpronounceable antics, like Anatole or Fulbert, weird names that almost sound like insults on their own, but I don’t see what’s wrong with being called Marcus. So there! If we were four years old and playing in a recreation ground, I would have stuck my tongue at him to taunt him. But let’s handle it like adults. A sardonic smile will do.

“Cut it off you two. We’ve already wasted enough time talking. You’re coming with us. Period.” Scar growled lowly and took a step forward, stopping only a few inches away from my chest, challenging me with his bigger built in an attempt to intimidate me. Humph! Am not scared at all!

“No way. I still have work to do. My shift isn’t over yet.” I retorted flatly and pushed firmly on Scar’s shoulder to give me some air.

“Mr. Evans has already excused you for turning in early tonight to your manager.” Shortie informed me and it sufficed to make my blood boil.

“I can’t believe it. That fucking bastard! How far can one go to have his way?” I blurted out through my gritted teeth, my clenched fists and my sudden paleness the only visible signs of my getting all worked up.

“Never mind. It gives me all the more reason to pass.” I shrugged it off, shaking my head in denial but determined to stand my ground.

I jolted when Shortie’s hand rested on my shoulder, patting it sympathetically. I slapped it away immediately and tried to sneak between their two bodies but Scar was faster to grab my arm and yank me backwards. I stumbled on my feet and landed awkwardly against the bar, using a marble pillar to regain my balance. I glared at him furiously but he merely snorted.

“Come on. Don’t take it like that.” Shortie soothed me, gesturing for me to calm down.

“I won’t come.” I asserted without faltering.

“It would be better for all of us if you just give up now.” Shortie advised me gently, his hand dangerously approaching me. I took a step to my right to be once again stopped by Scar.

“That won’t happen. And don’t you dare lay your hands on me!” I snapped at them, feeling more and more oppressed by being trapped between them. It’s the sausage’s symptom.

“Or what?” Scar snarled arrogantly and seized my forearm swiftly, applying a strong pressure on one precise point that sent painful stabs along my nerves up to my neck until I ceased my useless struggling. Okay, add psychotic to the list of his qualities.

I breathed heavily through my nose, biting my lips to prevent me from crying out loud, my head bowed in front of him in pain and shame of my fast submission. When I stopped moving completely, he lessened the strain a bit and I relaxed my sore muscles. Shit! Why do they always have to get violent, huh? Am I so fucking annoying that they can’t keep themselves from hurting me? Don’t answer that.

“Stop being so pissy. You’re perfectly aware that you don’t stand a chance against us. Plus, I doubt you’re inclined to lose your livelihood because we destroyed half of the salon while fighting, huh? I would love to see you explain to your manager that you ruined his business because you categorically refused to go on a date with the owner.” Scar whispered viciously in my ear, punctuating his speech with a few excruciating presses on my now numb forearm.

“It’s sexual harassment. The law is on my side. And your little blackmail is not convincing at all.” I barely achieved to articulate through the raging pain throbbing in my arm.

I was starting to see dots but Scar released the pressure just when I was about to lamely faint. I turned towards Shortie with a pleading look but he remained blind to my silent prayers and shook his head sadly. He ruffled my hair with his rough fingers to comfort me and helped me to straighten myself but as soon as I managed to pull myself together, his grasp tightened up again on my shoulder, this time unforgiving.

“I really do like you kiddo but I won’t hesitate. Don’t try my patience.” Shortie warned me in a serious tone and I stared at him, puzzled by his change of attitude.

“Don’t make us force you to comply, Marcus. Please. We would all regret it.” He continued and I knew he was right. I closed my eyes in defeat, my lips trembling in frustration, anger clutching my heart with despair.

“Shit! I hate this promiscuous arrogant prick!” I let out bitterly, finding a twisted sense of release in this declaration of aversion toward the bastard. “Fine! You win.” I conceded finally, letting my tired gaze focus on the contrite expression in Shortie’s eyes.

With a tilt of his head toward the entrance’s curtain, Scar silently motioned for me to move and I complied reluctantly because I couldn’t really do otherwise. What am I? A dog? If I was, I would have bitten him a long time ago. Damn it! Scar never released his hold on my wrist and lead me securely to the exit, half-pulling me by my forearm, regularly throwing quick glances over his shoulder to make sure that I was not up to some shady trick. My God! He’s not only scary, nasty, grouchy and psychotic but also paranoid! Great! Just my luck!

Shortie brought up the rear, walking at my side but slightly behind, his fist locked on the collar of my shirt to allow him to push me forward when he considered that I didn’t move fast enough. I was mortified by the humiliation of being treated so harshly in front of my colleagues and the regulars of the club who observed wide-eyed my shameful exit. My lips clamped together in cold rage, I couldn’t mutter a word until we stepped outside, the fresh air of the night cooling my nerves. While we were heading to the parking lot in a quiet procession, I realized that I was still in my formal clothes, a black pair of loose jeans and a dark khaki shirt, my waiter apron fastened around my hips. Not the kind of outfit you wear to hit the clubs. Unless you’re an uptight snob who’ll spend the night in a shadowy corner, enviously watching the others having fun. Not my case, thank you very much!

“Can we drop by my apartment at least so that I can freshen up?” I asked hesitantly, risking a timid peek to the more benevolent of the two, of course Shortie.

“No. We’re already running out of time. There’s a set of clean clothes waiting for you in the limo. You’ll change on our way.” Scar refused abruptly, pulling ferociously at my arm to force me to accelerate the pace.

“A limo? You’re kidding me right?” I laughed at him, taking long strides in the parking lot to catch up with him.

“Nope.” Shortie said with a triumphant smile, pointing his finger at a parking emplacement where a shiny black limo with tinted glass was waiting for us.

I raised my brows in admiration, totally stunned that the bastard had sent his limo to fetch me. Scar opened the back door, swiftly got in and pulled me inside. If it wasn’t for the still present grip of Shortie on my collar, I would have fallen face down on the car’s floor. I swear he’s like the grumpy goblin in the fairy tales. For whatever reason, Scar doesn’t like me very much. Well it’s kinda mutual, asshole! I shared the black leather facing-forward seat with him but put the maximum of distance between us. Shortie joined us and slammed the door behind him, before settling down in front of us. The limo pulled away right this instant and I supposed that a chauffeur was driving us to the Jinx. The car was comfortable, spacious and luxurious, offering all sorts of expected services such as a fridge and a mini-bar, but what amazed me the most was the giant television screen recovering the whole surface of the ceiling. Absolutely awesome! There’s no better way to wring your neck until you’ve got a crick in it.

“Damn! It’s cool to be loaded.” I whistled in admiration.

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Shortie agreed dreamily.

Scar threw a large plastic bag at me and I thanked my good reflexes that permitted me to catch it, otherwise it would have crashed right on my face. Not that it would inflict many damages. Still, he really really doesn’t like me. I glared at him but he just shrugged and stubbornly turned his head to the window. Who’s the coward who refused my challenge of a gazes’ battle, huh?

“The clothes.” He grunted when he saw my reflection in the opaque glass staring dubiously at the packet on my lap.

I rifled in the bag with feverish fingers, avidly curious to discover what type of outfit the bastard had picked out for me. The first piece I took out was a sleeveless tank top, at least a size too short for me to wear if I didn’t want it to outline every single curve of my chest and back. I don’t. So I tossed it aside on the seat with a pout of distaste and found in the packet a black pair of leather pants, skin-tight and not to my liking since I abominate having to wriggle my ass just to get in my clothes. Too much of a hassle for lazy me! I groaned in disgust and dropped it on the floor, slightly annoyed, before searching in the bag to check if the pleasantry was over or not. My hand met a soft piece of fabric and when I opened my fist, I stared in shock at a black silk thong with tiny diamonds in the back. What the fuck? That asshole! Like hell I’m gonna wear that. Don’t want to look like a slut, thank you! Gonna rip it off unless…

I smirked mischievously before throwing the thong in Scar’s direction. He flinched in surprise when the light garment landed in his hair, glared sternly at me and I responded with an innocent smile, then removed the sexy underwear from his mane and turned bright red when he realized what he was holding. He threw it to the ground raggedly and was about to snap at me when his phone went off. He let out a low angry groan, rummaged in his jacket to take out his cell while I was still grinning at him with a victorious glint shining in my defiant eyes. Hope his conversation will last long or I’m screwed.

“Mr. Evans?” Scar greeted politely.

So it’s the devil checking on his goons. It’s a shame I can’t eavesdrop on his conversation this time and cut in. Wanna give him a piece of my mind about his dreadful taste in fashion.

Scar listened carefully for a few seconds, visibly tensed, sitting at the edge of the couch, his back unnaturally straight.

“Yes, he’s with us. We’re on our way to the club. We’ll be there in five minutes.” He said, eyeing me curiously while speaking, then he kept silent for a while and I guessed the bastard was barking him new orders. “Yes Sir, I’ll inform him.” He promised before hanging up.

“We’ll arrive at the Jinx soon so get dressed.” Scar commanded me dryly. Yeah, sure, I’m gonna strip and change in front of you. Dream on, old geezer!

“I heard you and I’m not wearing that.” I replied coldly, pointing an accusing finger at the thong and the leather pants lying in a messy bundle on the floor.

Shortie chuckled softly but his laughter choked in a scoff when Scar shot him a death glare. I untied my apron and folded it carefully on my lap, undid the two first buttons of my shirt, rolled up my sleeves above my elbows and run my fingers lazily in my hair to reinforce my savage look. Here. All set.

“I’m quite sad for you, kid, because you don’t seem the type who would enjoy being another man’s toy.” Shortie remarked bluntly.

Whaaaaaat? I’m nobody’s toy. Damn it! I stared at Shortie harshly, wondering if he had a death wish, my darkened eyes menacingly sending daggers at him but he seemed so shocked himself by what he had blurted out that I guessed he hadn’t meant to offend me.

“Thanks for your concern. I’m touched beyond words.” I hissed cynically through my clenched jaws.

“Let me give you a piece of advice, little punk.” Scar began and I knew by his tone that I wouldn’t like what he had to say. “You have a lot of guts to stand up to a man like Mr. Evans but you should be careful to not go too far. He is not an easy man to deal with in the first place but, believe me, I’ve spent three long years by his side, and you don’t want to see him angry. It was a pretty risky move to refuse his invitation. Fortunately for you, he has predicted that you were not going to show up and you didn’t disappoint him.” He paused, checking with a glance if he had my attention, which he had because if was damned shaken to learn that the bastard had anticipated my line of actions.

“However, if you did that in hope to piss him off, you’re badly mistaken. In fact, your reactions amuse him to no end and as long as you keep entertaining him like that he won’t leave you alone.” He snickered mockingly and I paled when the recognition that my prank had just backfired at me hit me straight in the face. Harder than a punch. Ouch!

“I just hope you can keep your spunky attitude after he’s finished with you.” He concluded with a wicked grin just when the car came to a stop.

I gritted my teeth and repressed the urge to hit him in the shin when Scar brushed past me to get out of the limo. I should have cause that could have passed for an accident. Me, stretching my limbs and so unfortunately kicking him. Oops! My bad. Scar held the door for me and waved impatiently at me to hurry my ass outside. Which I did. I blinked at the building before my very eyes. Modern. Streamlined. With shiny mirror panels in various shapes strategically located on its front to reflect the streetlights in an entrancing dance of sparkles. Wow. The Jinx sure was something! Two menacing bouncers were checking out the excited youngsters dressed up to kill, packed in an endless queue descending to the next corner of the street, to judge if they were worthy enough to be granted entrance in this magical place. I yelped when Scar grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me forward, bringing me back harshly to reality.

“Mr. Evans is busy at the moment so your date will be delayed. He asked for you to stay in and have fun while waiting for him. Your drinks are on the house.” Scar informed me on our way in, the sound of loud pop music suddenly reaching my ears.

Scar dragged me to the entrance, paused at the threshold and shoved me roughly in front of him as if I was a rag doll, waving to a bouncer to approach. He kept me still by tugging violently at the collar of my shirt from behind which was lifted up to the middle of my stomach, exposing my well-defined abs to the dumbfounded clubbers waiting outside. I turned bright pink under their amused scrutiny and raised my arm up angrily, trying to reach his hand but he shook me violently until I gave up the idea. The bouncer observed the scene with a cocky smile, a strange glint lit up in his eyes roaming shamelessly up and down my body. Ew.

“Take a good look at him, Ned. He’s not to head off without Mr. Evans’ consent. If he’s involved in some troubles, call Mr. Evans’ office directly. Understood?” Scar ordered coldly while Ned was doing exactly as asked: take a good look at me. Fucking perv’.

Scar pushed me inside, hauled me a few feet in the lobby and at least released his hold on my poor crumpled top which was looking like shit now. I flipped over to face him, and glared at him with a dangerous smile reinforced by my dishevelled appearance. I was fucking pissed to have been delivered like a vulgar disposal and I wanted to make my point clear. Like by marring his other cheek with a lovely artistic bruise. Scar challenged me with a defying grin and I was ready to give him the first blow when my arm was restrained from behind by Shortie. Damn it!

“Cool down kiddo. Have a few drinks and relax. I know this club is pretty popular to the young generation so since you’re here, why don’t you enjoy your night, huh?” He suggested me gently and when he thought that I was calm enough, that is when Scar disappeared from my sight with a shrug, he set my arm free. “I’ll take care of that for you.” He said while picking my waiter’s apron I had protectively placed against my chest. “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back after your meeting with Mr. Evans.” He reassured me but that didn’t work quite well with ‘meeting with the bastard’ in the same sentence.

Shortie gave me a warm smile and walked away with my beloved apron, then stopped at the end of the hallway to wait for the lift. When the door shut down on him, I sighed heavily, my heart pulsing like crazy against my ribcage, all my senses on fire. I must confess that these two really did scare me. Not as much as the devil himself but still, it was quite obvious that they were at least middle-ranking demons. With horns on their head and a pointed tail wagging in their back. Terrifying. And no, I’m not high. I just have a vivid imagination, that’s all.

I took a deep breath and once I had regained the total control of my faculties, I tried to objectively evaluate the situation. I was in a damned terrific club to have a dreadful date with the fucking asshole that was screwing up my life and there was no possible escape since the indicated asshole also owned the fucking club. And maybe the fucking building too. Oh my God! Panic mode. Stop. No freaking out allowed. Okay. The good point is… Ew. Let’s think about it a bit.

Yeah, the good point is that I can try out the Jinx, the place to be, for free without having to make a reservation two frigging months earlier. Great! Hey, the bastard said he wanted me to have fun, huh? I think for once I’m gonna please him and obey. Plus, the drinks are on the house. Snicker. Snicker. I’m gonna drink till I ruin him. Hum. Doubtful. But I can try till I pass out and then good-bye loathed date! Wow! That’s a good plan.

And with that twisted but comforting idea in mind, I followed the rhythmic beats of music down the corridors until I reached a large obscure room only lightened up by dim colourful projector wandering randomly on the heated bodies undulating in torrid moves on the dance floor. Yay! I cleared my way through the crowd to the bar, refusing politely the advances of a few hotties who lasciviously glued their barely covered body on me a few times cause I was not smashed enough yet for this kind of seductive games.

After five or six exotic cocktails, I don’t remember the exact count, I was in a damned better mood but a tad dizzy, my head already starting to spin. Yep, that’s the normal effect of a too fast absorption of a large amount of alcohol on an almost empty stomach. I’m gonna puke my guts tomorrow but I don’t care. I swayed my hips to the centre of the dance floor and let the music grow on me. I was immersed in the pleasure of dancing when a hot blond beauty pressed her back against my chest, her arm reaching tentatively behind my neck, to caress delicately my nape. Lucky me! Her shoulder length hair held in a high ponytail was swinging from side to side in rhythm with the rocking of her hips and it was damned enticing. I wrapped one arm around her waist, my hand splayed on her bare skin at the level of her navel and locked my finger with hers behind my neck.

I don’t know for how many songs we stayed like that, our bodies guided by the loud music, caressing, teasing, in desperate search of contact, intense but short-lived link between two strangers that can only erupt in the impulse of the moment and doesn’t last more than the magic of the night. Without a word shared, the girl turned over to face me, curling her arms around my neck, rubbing her boobs on my chest, making her intents clear.

And then, her mouth was on mine, soft, hot, tasting like cherry. I was far too wasted to be offended and I let myself go, sliding my hands on her back to rest in the curve just above her fucking nice butt. I licked her lips slowly, almost tenderly, nibbling at her lower lip to ask for permission. And she gave in, parting her lips to grant me access with a quiet moan. I deepened the kiss, plunging my tongue in her welcoming mouth, swirling it around her in a playful manner. We explored each other thoroughly during long minutes until the crucial need of air forced us to peel apart. While we recovered I trailed kisses along her jaw line, nuzzled at her neck and intertwined my fingers in her hair. We stared at each other with passion, desire, lust and I closed my eyes to kiss her again.

But I never got to touch her lips as a rough hand angrily muffled my mouth and I was yanked backwards on a strong chest, my nails digging in the arm that restrained me prisoner but to no avail. I whined in frustration at the loss of contact but nobody heard my cry. The girl was staring behind my shoulder with frightful eyes before turning around and disappearing in the crowd. I dared to look up and met a very angry blue glare that was promising nothing good for me but rather bad things. Pretty bad things. Oh shit! Did he see the girl and I kissing? A vicious smirk. He saw. I am sooooooo dead. He led me to the hallway, half-dragging me, half-lifting me, still keeping his hand firmly plastered against my mouth to shut me up efficiently. In the drunken state I was, I saw the action pass in front of my eyes in slow motion as if I was not there, as if it was not me that was being hauled in the lift, too stunned to even think of reacting. He inserted a key in the control panel and turned it, sending the lift in motion to the very top of the building.

“Where are you taking me asshole?” I screamed under his hand but only a loud but incomprehensible mutter passed through the filter of his finger.

“To my penthouse.” The bastard answered coldly.

My God! How did he manage to get the correct question? Maybe he’s really a psychic. Ew. No. Psychics are a myth. He’s just a fucking perceptive jerk. And that’s already enough without granting him supernatural powers!

“What for?” I groaned menacingly. Same deformation effect after, it sounded as if I was spewing nonsense.

“To punish you of course.” He blew in my ear, teasing the lobe with his sharp pointy teeth until I cried out in pain.

Of course. Why else? Dumb me!

“Huh? Why? I didn’t do anything wrong.” I fired back hotly, feeling some drool fall from the corner of my lip and roll down my chin under his icy fingers. Eck. His fingers gonna be sticky. Serves him right!

He bit down on the faltering mark on my neck, sucking hard to replace his disappearing hickey and titillating the already bruising skin with the tip of his tongue. I screamed again because it hurt like hell and as trashed as I was, I didn’t have any reservation left to not let out my voice. He chuckled and let a musical laugh that rung in my ears escape, emphasizing my growing dizziness.

“Tsk. Don’t give me that. I warned you against lying once before. I hope you’ll understand this time.” He growled in a husky voice, trailing soft bites on the side of my neck. If not, is he gonna bite it into me? “I take my eyes off of you for only two days and you’re already forgetting the rules, Marcus.” He scolded me sternly, interrupted by the light ting sound of the lift indicating that we have reached our floor.

The doors opened directly in his penthouse to my bewilderment and we stepped in a huge living room with cream coloured walls, decorated with a few vivid abstract paintings. Or rather he stepped in and I tiptoed in since my feet were barely touching the damned floor. There was a modern wooden coffee table in the centre of the room, surrounded by a few leather armchairs on one side and a large couch on the other. I was thrown face down on the couch and before I could give the slightest hint of moving, he pounced on me and sat on my ass, his knees pressing my arms down the mattress, his chest not touching but just brushing a few inches above my back. And damn! He was fucking heavy!

He licked sensuously at my neck, tracing my vertebras with his tongue, sending sparkles down my spine. His hands suddenly sneaked under my shirt, fingers that felt like ice roaming on my heated skin, letting a trail of goosebumps spread on their tracks, slowly tracing my ribs with their tips then sliding up to gently massage my shoulders. His icy palms were rubbing my nape vigorously, the coldness of his digits igniting a blazing sensation on the burning bare flesh they were tormenting. I shivered uncontrollably under him, my pulse rising to a frenzied rhythm, feeling hot and chilled at the same time, my wind pipe bizarrely constricted, forcing me to take short harsh breath leaving me light headed and floating on cloud nine.

I didn’t know how to deal with such intimate contact, not that I could do anything even if I wanted to in the weak position I was, at his complete mercy. His hands were unforgiving, avidly tasting every inch of my back and sides, drawing teasingly the line of my waistband, skidding along my backbone. God it felt good! And I found myself unconsciously relaxing in his touch against my will, repressing little moans of contentment when he resumed massaging the muscles of my shoulders, stiff from the stress-induced tension accumulated the past few days. Because of him. Fucking bastard. Playing with my fucking traitor of a body! Do something lazy brain. Lazy brain in a pleasant daze. Which has a hell of a bad time to process. Shit! I shouldn’t have drunk so much! But that was to follow the initial plan. Drink up to puke my guts and be a total wreck and spoil our quality time together. Damn! I didn’t drink enough. I’m angry now and I want his poking to cease.

“Would you stop it already? And fucking release me now!” I exploded, my voice slightly muffled by a fluffy cushion stuck on my face.

“That depends on what you have to say in your defence.” He replied calmly but his hands didn’t leave my back.

“For what?” I snarled furiously, turning my head on the side to be able to take a peek at him from the corner of my eyes.

“Kissing that chick obviously. Breaking the two rules I established in the process.” He announced bluntly, in a tone that was clearly stating that he was taking me for a dummy if I wasn’t even aware of my misconduct from the start.

Fucker! I’m not dumb. I’m trashed. And my memory of events having happened before the five previous minutes kinda went on vacation in the exotic islands the cocktails I sipped were from. Not my fault. I understand very well that it’s way better than being here. Even the North Pole would be. Penguins are friendly at least.

Ouch. What the hell was that? That asshole is pinching the skin between my ribs! Shit! It tickles like crazy! Giggles were forced out of me even if laughing was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment. Try torturing a voodoo doll bearing his handsome face with pointy needles. Many of them. Till it looks like a hedgehog. Since it seems to work on me, maybe the bad luck will fall on him instead and restrict his possessive tendencies. Like demanding an explanation on matters that doesn’t concern him the slightest. Yep. I’m gonna get him with that.

“That’s none of your business who I kiss or what other fucking thing I do on my free time. You stated your stupid rules or whatever but I don’t recall ever agreeing to respect them.” I remarked boldly, panting to repress the urge to laugh again when he brushed against my side slowly with the very tip of his fingers. Remember my Achille’s heel? Guess he had found out too.

“Tsk. So stubborn. Seems like you need to be reminded your place once again.” He growled in a husky voice, suddenly pressing his chest against my back.

Nope. I know it very well thank you. Not that it seems to matter in the end. He tugged at the collar of my shirt, making it slide behind to expose my shoulders and upper back, the third button pressing uncomfortably on my throat, oppressing me. He nibbled at the hickey he had refreshed on my neck and kissed it hungrily. Damn! I should have turned my head on the other side to prevent a new sucking attack on my neck. Too late! Shit! The bruise will stay there for a week at least. Great! I have to buy more band aids. Not that it’s the time to do a shopping list but…

“You’re mine.” He whispered in my ear and I shivered at the words he seemed to love to repeat. “You’ll do as I say for how long I want you to.” He continued in a sweet, sweet tone.

No thanks! I’m not a masochist. I gulped when his tongue laved the side of my nape to my shoulder, making me tremble in anticipation, both for his next words and moves. How he manages to have such an effect on my body, I have no clue. But fuck if he’s a skilled conniving… sucker!

“We’ll work on your obedience later tonight.” He concluded firmly, marking his final point in a cannibalistic way, or I supposed so, as his jaws closed hard on the tender flesh in the crook between my neck and shoulder.

I screamed but he only tightened his painful hold to the point that I could feel the shape of each of his sharp teeth, and began to make chewing motions. Damn! I’m not a cookie! I’m not even edible.

“Stop biting me! You fucking sadist.” I cried out, wriggling under him to try to dislodge my shoulder from his mouth, but I only manage to scratch my skin deeper, the fresh wound stinging when it came in contact with air.

“I’ll stop if you tell me why you kissed that slut.” He barely articulated with his full mouth, biting harder to coerce me to answer.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. Stop chomping on my fucking shoulder now. It’ll leave a mark.” I gave in immediately because the ache of my shoulder was becoming unbearable and since I wasn’t exactly in control of my emotions at the moment, it wouldn’t be long before my eyes begin tearing. Like hell I’m gonna cry in front of him. I’m not that weak.

“That’s the point.” He admitted, rolling the bruised flesh between his jaws.

“You’re sick!” I exclaimed without thinking but I should have cause if I had, I would have just shut up and he wouldn’t have bit me again only a few inches from the previous spot.

Oh god! That fucking hurts! A heavy tear escaped me but was instantly absorbed by the soft fabric of the cushion pressed on my cheek. Okay. I’m that weak. Shit!

“I’m waiting.” He said in a teasing tone, twirling his tongue on the new mark to soften the burning. “And when I’m waiting, I get bored.” He pursued with a gentle nibble on the extra sensitive skin. “And when I get bored, my teeth begin to tingle and I feel an irrepressible need to bite on fresh young desirable flesh.” He smirked and chomped on my shoulder, this time in a more playful way. Maybe he does see me as a cookie? Or a spoon of caviar? Or whatever these well-off fucks eat usually?

“I got it already so shut up. We were simply dancing and one thing led to the other and...” I explained hesitantly, not knowing if telling the truth was the best strategy to avoid his wrath.

“And you shove your tongue in her mouth?” He cut me off with this blunt comment, making my cheeks colour in a soft shade of pink in embarrassment.

I remember the kiss now. Damn! It was great. Not hot to the point of scrambling my brain but… nice. And it felt sooooo right. Unlike when the bastard raped my mouth. Twice. Almost making me come on the spot with a swirl of his tongue. Hmm. He’s one hell of a fucking good kisser. Huh? Shit! I must have lost my mind for a moment. Please forget I said that. If you ever put it on the table, I’ll deny it and kill you. Got it? Back to happy tokens. The pink lips of the chick. And my tongue in her mouth.

“Look, it’s not like it was premeditated or anything. We just acted on an impulse. I was smashed and she was probably too.” I debited before I had the time to register what I was saying. I don’t have to justify myself! Especially to him! He’ll think that he won the match!

“How many cocktails did you have?” He asked then and I raised my brows because I was really wondering if I got the right question.

“Huh? What? That has nothing to do with…” I questioned hazily but he interrupted me right away.

“I just want to know if you’re an idiot who can’t put an end to his debauchery when it’s time or if you’re a sissy who can’t hold his alcohol.” He specified arrogantly in his despicable ‘I’m a grown up, you brat!” attitude.

Guess I’m the idiot type. And if I had followed up with the initial plan, you would have had a smelly proof of my foolishness on your Italian pricey shoes by now. No need to tell him that.

“Fuck you, bastard.” I growled menacingly. It would have had a better impact if I wasn’t crushed under him. On his sofa. In his penthouse. Shit!

“That’ll be with great pleasure if you offered yourself so nicely.” He insinuated, mimicking thrusting motions on my butt as if he was riding me, rubbing his perineum against the crack of my ass. Oh. My. God! He’s gonna do me. Panic mode. Wait! I still have my clothes on. No need to freak out.

“What? I didn’t mean that at all.” I denied vehemently, pushing my body deeper in the sofa to put some space between us until he stopped moving and sat back in his previous position.

“That defiant attitude of yours never fails to amuse me. You’re so lively! I hope you’ll be that greedy in bed.” He teased me, running his fingers along my spine, down to my waistband.

Hey! Pause. Wait a minute! If it’s my subversive side that turns him on, if I subdue to his whim and throw me at his neck willingly from the start, he shouldn’t be able to get it up, huh? It’s worth a try if that could peel him from my back forever. I’ll be as obedient as a sheep following another sheep down the precipice. Hum. Maybe not to this point. An evil glint enlightened my eyes and I snickered to myself at my new line of actions. Think I’m smarter when I’m completely out of it. The bastard hadn’t noticed my sudden happiness, too busy to suck on the back of my neck.

“I really love it when the bottom tries to resist my seduction. This little fight for dominance makes thing so spicy and exciting. Especially when we get to the most pleasurable part, the one moment when my partner gives in to his lewd instincts and moans under me like a whore in a cheap porn movie. What do you think?” He confessed with a charming voice and I stared at the back of the couch with wide-eyed, delighted that my new crazy plan might really work in the end.

“That you’re a pervert psycho with a fucking superiority complex.” I blurted out automatically. Guess it’s missed for the submissive part. Must work on my self-control. And start thinking before saying out loud whatever stupid idea crossed my blurry head.

“Ouch, that hurt! Even when I dominate you completely, you dare be so sharp-tongued!” He whistled sarcastically, his knees sinking deviously in my numb arms until I screamed again. “Still, it’s quite delighting. Anyway, it wasn’t very tactful from me to ask your opinion about sex. Since you have no experience in the domain…” He laughed at me and I gritted my teeth to stop me from lashing out. Gah! Forget about the plan!

“It’s better than sleeping with every hole available, huh? And how the fuck did you know I was still a virgin?” I asked out of curiosity, oddly struck by the realization that he had asserted that out of nowhere when we were trapped in the lounge. Well, trapped I was. Not him.

“Beside your disproportionate reaction to a simple touch? Getting that hard after only a few squeezes and smooches is a pretty good indicator of your inexperience…” He chuckled and I flushed crimson, ashamed of my horny teenager’s libido. “But it’s the form you completed last week for your blood donation that gave you away. You know, the question about whether you are sexually active or not. I guess I don’t need to remind you of your own answer, huh?” He declared naturally and I gasped under him. That fucking bastard! How dared he invade my privacy like that?

“What the hell? I can’t believe it! Did you check up on me, you control freak?” I shouted at him raggedly.

“Of course I did. A man in my position can’t afford to cook up with random people. There’s too much at risk. When I set my eyes on a cutie I want to become my lover, knowing every single detail about his life, past or present, beforehand is necessary to guarantee my own security.” He explained and I must admit that that made sense. In a very twisted way.

Crap! The bastard had awfully good reasons to keep tabs on people. Whatever. It’s not like I have skeletons hidden in my closets. Since I’ve no closet. Eck! That asshole is fucking my ear with his tongue. It’s disgusting. But so damned hot! Okay, now it’s time to go back to the plan. Innocent lamb act. Action.

“Must you have me?” I asked him out of the blue in a tiny shaky voice, my cheeks and neck reddening at my own unsuspected audacity. Alcohol’s effect of course.

“Obviously.” He confirmed firmly before pecking the tender skin below my ear’s lobe. “I want to make you mine.” He growled in a low seductive tone, making me shiver with desire when he licked the corner of my lips.

“Fine.” I sighed softly. “I don’t know what brought your twisted interest in me all of a sudden, and if I can satisfy you to your heart’s content since it’s my first time, but let’s get it over with tonight.” I pressed ingenuously, my eyes clouded with fake resignation in the most convincing way ever, so that he wouldn’t doubt of my sincerity.

I felt him stiffen on my back only a little bit but it was enough evidence that my words were getting at him. Good. The plan is working. Now for the last blow, I’ll give it my all.

“I’ll let you do me once so that we can move on and go back to our respective life as if we’ve never met each other.” I conceded with a slightly trembling voice, hoarse with the bitter taste of defeat, lowering my gaze to indicate that I had given up to him completely. Rather to cover the defiant glint sparking in my eyes that would absolutely betray me.

I took a peek at him and became particularly proud of my acting skills when I found him staring at me intensely, his blue orbs focused on my face with a puzzled expression, sizing me up to catch any sign of deceit in my features. But there was none. Wow. I didn’t know I had it in me! My performance surely deserves an Oscar. Since I’m in a great mood, I will settle for only a nomination. He cocked his head confidently, an arrogant predatory smile seductively floating on his lips, and sneaked two fingers under the waistband of my pants to lower them further on my hips, lightly grazing at the bare skin of my very lower back with his nails. Oh. My. God. That was not part of the plan. Shit!

“It’s quite a tempting offer you’re making, little tease.” He purred near my ear, his fingers tentatively sliding on my ass, sending shots of sparkles in my lower belly. “If I do agree, are you sure you can take it?” He asked slowly, the tip of his index tickling his way down my spine at the same time to rest in the crook at the beginning of the crevice between my buttocks.

Nooooo! What the fuck? He’s not supposed to do that! He was to refuse! Refuse! Not jump on the opportunity. Shit! What to do now? Hum. Laughing at it as if it was a bad joke may be in option to literally save my ass. But it would be admitting I tried to trick him. Sure as hell he’s gonna get at me for that. And fuck me for real. Eck. Wait! Maybe he’s just testing me to see if I’m gonna chicken out or not. Yep, that’s the sneaky fox’s style. Anyway he gets to eat up the chicken alive afterwards. That is me. Crap! I’m not gonna fall for it. Turning him off by my passive behaviour is my last resort.

“Yeah. Sure.” I wavered with difficulties, the tad bit of confidence I had having joined my memory in a far far away tropical island, leaving me tensed and hesitant.

“So be it.” He accepted as if he was doing me a favour to my complete and utter despair. Why do I have the impression that I dug my own grave? I want to be buried in the nice place I described to you earlier, got it?

He swiftly sat up on my ass, his knees leaving my totally numb and useless arms, and then hopped on his feet to stand beside the couch. Yay! I’m free. I propped my body up on my elbows and regretted it immediately since I was assaulted by the terrible prickling of pins and needles as soon as blood started circulating again in my arms. I clenched my fists a few times to chase them, and when they had faded enough to be reduced to a dim tingling, I arched my back to sit up on all fours. I finally knelt on the sofa and looked up at him to find him staring back, his hated trademark smirk carefully placed at the corner of his mouth, a cigarette fuming between his lips.

“Strip.” He ordered, his eyes glistening with an unsaid challenge.

Oh oh. Seems like my perfect plan is screwing up big time. Not good at all. I’m gonna play dumb. Just to piss him off. If he’s furious enough, he’s gonna throw me out, isn’t he? Yep.

“Huh?” I blurted out with wide-eyes and he chuckled in response, little puff of grey smokes erupting inconstantly from his mouth and nose. Weird.

“I don’t do clothed people.” He stated casually, still watching me carefully to catch all my reactions, his fingers reaching for his fag. I was feeling so much at the moment that I really have no clue of what was showing on my face. Daze? Anger? Incomprehension? Apprehension? Excitement? Defy? Pick one, you may win.

“If you don’t oblige quickly, I’m taking that you want me to help you undress.” He snickered and gave me a pressing glance that froze my blood. Oh. My. God! He’s serious!

Since I didn’t want him to rip my clothes off like he had done with my other shirt cause, don’t be mistaken, that was what he had in mind, and I was too damned broke to buy another decent outfit, I decided that it was wiser to silently comply for once. According to my never-failing reasoning, don’t you dare laugh, this was the drastic spell to prevent him from getting it up. Maybe I should add some spices to show him how willing to surrender I sincerely was. To stick the knife in deeper. Virtually. Or it would be murder. And I don’t plan to spend the rest of the night at the police station, thank you very much. Back to the hot spices. Snicker. Snicker. He won’t ever go after hard to get preys after that complete turnaround.

I kicked my shoes and socks off and jumped on my feet, my head spinning at the abrupt move and I swallowed to repress the urge to throw up. Adrenaline was dangerously accelerating my pulse, setting my body on fire as I sensuously slid my shirt along my sides, my hands teasingly caressing my bare skin. His eyes were riveted on my exposed belly and chest with blatant desire, and he flicked his tongue across his lips as if he was ready to devour me right on the spot. Maybe I should let him: since I’m not edible, he could succumb to food-poisoning, huh? I raised my arms, tugged at the collar of my shirt and in one swift movement, lifted the piece of fabric over my head to let it nonchalantly drop on the floor near my feet.

When I glanced at him, the dangerous glint of hunger had left his eyes to be replaced by an amused sparkle. Much better. His interest is decreasing. He looked down at my legs gently inviting me to proceed, or else. As I didn’t want to discover what the ‘or else’ meant, I lowered my hands to my belt, untied it in a soft clicking sound and let my pants slid along my thighs to my knees. I stepped out from them and kicked them away, my hands shamelessly resting on my naked hips, putting me fully on display, except for my privates protected by my black cotton boxer. His eyes roamed appreciatively on my bare body from head to toe but without much interest as if he had to but not really wanted to. Like I care! He glared a few minutes at my underwear then scowled in disgust.

“Why aren’t you wearing the outfit I picked for you?” He inquired in a very unhappy tone. He blew a last puff of smoke to the ceiling then turn over to crush his cigarette butt in the ashtray lying on the coffee table.

“Cause I’m not a whore.” I replied softly in a split second. You can wear it yourself if you like it so much, bitch! Did he really expect me to put that hideous thing on? Please! Tell me he has greater tastes than that.

“Says the one that just made a show of himself while stripping.” He bit back mockingly, facing me again. Those were the spices! Jackass! “I’m sure the thong would have set you off better than that awful underwear of yours.” He snorted with an accusing finger pointed at my boxers.

“It’s not like I’m forcing you to look if you can’t stand the sight.” I shrugged, a tiny bit offended, and tilted my head to the side to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.

“It would be shame not to when such a hot body is so deliciously offered to the view.” He purred huskily, taking a step forward to let his fingers brush against my nipple. I repressed a shiver and forced me to resist to the temptation of retreating backwards. “I thought you were leaner but your muscles are well chiselled.” He noticed as if sternly detailing a piece of art, his fingers tracing the curves of my abs. Shit! Didn’t your mother teach you to look with the eyes and not touch! Direct contact is forbidden, naughty boy!

“Sorry to be such a disappointment.” I let out sarcastically, truthfully happy but strangely disappointed to not be to his likings. He laughed softly and I stared at him in awe.

“Quite the contrary. You’re totally my type.” He confessed in a whisper, his eyes glued to mine, drowning me in a blue pool as I blushed furiously, feeling suddenly shy and weak, standing there, almost stark naked, in front of a man I barely knew anything about.

I jolted when I felt his strong arms encircle my waist, as fast as a snake, pushing me forward till I rested against his chest, head bowed to hide my flushed cheeks burning with embarrassment. He pecked me softly on the forehead, one hand cupping my chin to turn my face towards him and compel me to lock gazes with him. His eyes were gentle, comforting, looking at me as if I was something precious he would cherish, fragile, needing to be protected. My heart was beating strongly in my chest and the same complicated feelings that had appeared during our last encounter resurfaced suddenly, this time stronger, confusing my already dizzy mind to the point where I couldn’t process.

Except, that this time, it felt right to be in his arms and this feeling overwhelmed me and despaired me at the same time. I was so lost and vulnerable when he was showing such a caring side. I didn’t want him to be tender. Hell! I was able to cope with his scorn. His arrogance. But not with these soft caresses making me feel almost loved. I don’t want that kind of attention. I can’t return these shows of affection. Because surely, one day, I would wake up and he would be gone. With his kisses. His sweet words. And a piece of my broken heart. I won’t let that happen again. Never. If he’s not gonna leave me until he has me, I’m willing to sacrifice my body to protect my soul. To reduce our relationship to a purely physical one. No feelings involved equals no pain when it’s over. Yeah. It’s for the better. I pressed my hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly, eyeing him with a cocky smile.

“Are you gonna stay like that?” I inquired, tugging playfully at his clothes. His eyes darkened with a flash of anger I didn’t quite understand, but it disappeared in a blink to leave a seductive gleam. Must have imagined it.

“You could have told me sooner that you wanted me naked.” He fired slyly and I blushed again like the virgin I was. He dropped his suit vest on the coffee table, wasting no time to hang it carefully on a chair to avoid wrinkling it, loosened and undid his tie with expert fingers and skilfully unbuttoned his pale blue shirt but left it on, displaying his chest, and magnificent six pack abs. Exposing a fucking killer body. Life is unfair. I gulped nervously, averting my eyes to the floor to avoid staring at him.

“Like what you see?” He teased, his hands busy at removing his pants.

“Yeah.” I blurted out without thinking. Whaaaaaaat? That’s official. I’m insane.

I didn’t have the time to meditate on my stupid stupid foolishness because his hand sneaked behind my neck, fisting a few strands of my hair and violently pulled me forward, making me crash against his chest. His other arm wrapped around my slender waist possessively and his lips slammed on mine, demanding, feverish, hungry, reducing the kiss I shared with the girl in the club to mere smooches between babies in kindergarten.

He inclined my head to have a better angle to deepen the kiss and thrust his tongue in my heated mouth without prior warning or asking permission for entrance I would have firmly denied, already working at caressing the sensitive flesh inside before attacking my tongue. I kissed back raggedly, twirling my tongue around his and sucking hard before pushing on it forcefully, compelling it to surrender and retreat in his mouth. And my tongue followed avidly, and he let me explore his mouth a moment, tracing his teeth with the very tip to register their shapes, indulging myself in his sweet taste, liquor, tobacco and a sensual flavour that must be his own. Then the battle for dominance continued, none of us ready to concede defeat just yet, until our lips parted, leaving us both panting, flushed and our body on fire. Mine at least.

I realized then that we had left the living room for his spacious bedroom without me even noticing walking in there, showing me dreadfully how, unlike me, this man was in perfect control of the situation. He shoved me on a king size bed on my back, the soft mattress lessening my fall, and before I could recover, he had already crawled on top of me, pushing me in another needy devastating kiss. He intertwined his fingers with mine and raised my arms above my head, locking my wrists in one of his hand. Too immersed in the sensations in my mouth, stupid me got too late that I was in trouble, that is when I felt something soft squeezing at my wrists, imprisoning them together in an unforgiving way.

I broke the kiss immediately and try to lift my arms to see what was restraining me but to no avail. I started to panic and looked up to find out that the bastard had fastened my wrists to a bar of the headboard with his silk tie. I rolled on my side and pulled out harder on the links, clenching my fists and tensing my muscles but all I managed to do was to tighten the knot, the fabric biting on my flesh in an unbearable burning. I give in after the third try, my contortioned body covered with sweat after the intense effort, sliding down on my back, heavily panting. The bastard was kneeling beside me, his shirt magically gone, watching me squirm with a frigging devious amused smirk I never wanted to wipe from his fucking handsome face so much before.

“What the hell? Untie me, you fucking psycho!” I shouted angrily, trying to kick him on the ribs but he had anticipated my move and grabbed my ankle midway.

He pivoted on his heels and landed between my opened legs, lifted my hips slightly to settle my ass on his lap, spreading my inner thighs wider apart when his shoulders broke through them, his arms forcing my knees to bend. He then captured my shins and pushed my legs fiercely on my chest, until my knees touched the mattress on each side of my shoulders, my ass raised in the air in the most shameful way ever. He loomed over me with a predatory smile, his hips suggestively rocking on my covered ass as his palms flattened on his each side of my head to support his weight, sparing me to be smashed underneath him. He leaned forward and dropped on his forearms, closing the distance between our bodies to the point that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and it felt nice. Huh? Scratch that. I’m fucking pissed. He softly caressed the cheek he had bruised a few days ago with the back of his hand, his thumb tracing the shape of the pale yellow blotch marring my skin as if fascinated.

“The mark has faded.” He remarked, still entranced.

“What were you expecting? That it would stay forever? Come on! Even you don’t have that much strength!” I snarled and turned my head to the side to avoid his touch. “Why did you tie me up, huh? Is it another one of your perverted kinks?” I inquired, furious and scared that he had stolen my freedom as well as my ability to defend myself, subjecting me to accept every single thing he wanted to do to me.

I wouldn’t be able to stop him if he went too far, if he decided to abuse me, to break me. Aw. God! I’m fucking freaking out! His hand ruffled my hair in a soothing motion and he hushed me up with soft calming words, tearing me off my growing panic attack to the real word. Where I was tied up. In the bastard’s bed. Shit! Think I’m smarter when wasted? Scratch that! I’m never gonna drink again. And if I do, I will just shut up and think before provoking the devil again and putting me in another mess like that!

“Believe me or not but it’s not my kink at all. I did it for us.” He whispered gently and I glared at him with a mix of deep hatred and incomprehension. For us? My ass! Take my place two seconds and see if it’s pleasant, fucking sadist.

“It’s for you to fully enjoy the pleasure I’m gonna give you. And for me, well, not to have you back away in the middle of it, of course.” He explained with a sly grin and he was having fun tormenting me.

“Bast…” I groaned but he cut me off immediately, shoving his tongue in my mouth hungrily.

While he was sucking on my mouth, nibbling on my swollen lips, grazing his teeth on the bright red puffy flesh, intoxicating me in his bewitching scent and taste, his fingers slid in a long sensual caress along my neck, and travelled lower on my chest, till they found a nipple and decided to toy with it, pinching it teasingly, rubbing it with the tip of his digits, sending sparks of arousal in my nether regions. I moaned in his mouth, unable to resist to the waves of pleasure he was so skilfully triggering in me, my eyes shut in an attempt to regain my spirits but it was too hard to think between the lust and the alcohol induced dizziness. With a final lick at my lips, he broke the kiss, making me whimper incoherently at the loss, and trailed his tongue on a symmetric way his hand has followed, to my other nipple. He bit on my tit playfully, rolling the slowly but surely hardening nub between his teeth and swirled his tongue around. And I moaned again, and arched my back, needing more, more what? I don’t have a fucking clue.

“Did you know that men’s nipples were often more sensitive than women’s?” He asked casually sitting up on his calves, abandoning my chest suddenly, leaving me gasping, needy and groaning in frustration.

“No.” I barely mumbled through short pants.

His hands skidded roughly on my sides, fondling my tender waist, and I could feel his hot breath on my lower belly, tickling, teasing, tempting, and he rested there for what seemed an eternity, doing nothing but inhaling and exhaling softly on my skin, sending goosebumps on my whole body, until I understood that he was waiting for me to look at him, to acknowledge that he was the one doing me that, he was the one seated between my legs, making my neglected want rise in an insatiable fire. And I did fall into his amused gaze, giving him back all the defiance I was capable of in my lusty daze. His tongue circled my navel terribly slowly and plunged on my bellybutton, lingering there a few instants, long enough to send blood down my already hardening arousal. And then his mouth was gone, he paused, his hands flippantly stroking my thighs, and I felt deprived again, and dire, wondering how long he was going to torment me like that and how far he would go.

“Tell me Marcus, have you ever got blown?” He inquired in an equal tone whereas my jaw hung open and I stared at him with wide-eyed, in complete confusion.

Huh? What? Why does he have to know that? And then a more urgent question at stake insinuated itself in my lethargic mind: is he going to do it? Oh God! Please! Spare me that! I promise I’ll be a good boy from now on… At least, I’ll try.

“I take that as a no.” He concluded smartly from my prolonged silence.

He gathered my legs in one arm and used them as leverage to lift my waist from the mattress, allowing his fingers to sneak under the elastic band of my boxer in my back and resolutely tugged at it.

“Fuck! Stop that!” I shouted at him, mad and scared but, as always, the frigging bastard didn’t listen to me and did, well, exactly what he wanted. That is peel off the last garment separating me from nudity. Shit!

I saw the piece of fabric dangerously glide from my hips in slow motion, unerringly passing my knees and scudding down my calves, to leave me stark naked in front of him, trembling in anger and shame, my cheeks and neck flushed crimson as the proof of my true desires was leaning proudly against my belly up to my navel, despite the rough treatment and humiliation I was submitted to. For God’s sake! Why was I bearing a fucking hard on which was most certainly not going to go soft soon now of all moments? My hormones hate me or what? Crap! I can’t let him see that he had such effect on me. Again. He would be sooooo very pleased. I pressed my inner thighs firmly together in a desperate attempt to preserve my intimacy but he forced them apart again, grabbing my legs behind my knees and locking them down in the mattress in a vice like grip. I blushed even more when he shamelessly stared at my package with a delectable glint in his eyes and frantically trashed on the bed, until I was completely worn out, starting to see dots.

“There, there, don’t be shy.” He hushed me up in a mocking motherly manner while leaning over me and breathing in the musky scent of my sex.

Oh. My. God. He’s gonna do it. No way! He was supposed to turn my offer down! Down! Damn it! Oh shit! I jolted in reflex as he trailed tentatively the tip of his tongue along the vein pulsing on the side of my shaft, a moan uncontrollably rising in my throat but I gritted my teeth to not let it out, incapable to resist to the unknown pleasure that exploded in me, making me shiver uncontrollably. I bit hard on my lower lip to stay quiet, chewing it nervously, determined to show at least this ounce of rebellion, making clear that I was not submitting to him. Never!

“Your cock is already leaking. You’re very sensitive. As expected from a virgin.” He noticed bluntly with a chuckle, making me hole up my head under my arm to avoid his untenable sight.

What the fuck is his fixation with me being a virgin? Will he stop waggling that fucking verbatim at my face already? Bastard!

“I want to hear your voice. If you don’t make any noise, I will keep doing it until it feels so good you won’t be able to think anymore.” He growled and I stiffened at the threat.

Okay. So being loud seems wiser. I’m gonna let him win this set. Hum. Maybe I can manage to break his eardrums? Or not. Since mine are closer to my mouth at the moment and I have no plan to be deaf for such a stupid reason like screaming to the top of my lungs during sex. Sex? Shit! I’m gonna have sex? With the bastard? Kill me now. I don’t care how. Even if it’s painful. Just do it. Oh. My. Fucking. God. What was that?

My whole body was consumed by an infernal fire as his tongue teased the slit of my dick a few seconds, turning around in the tiny hole, and suddenly his lips clamped on the burning skin of the tip, sucking hard, sending tingling sparkles of desire in my lower belly. Shit! I won’t be able to take much more! An intense suckling at the base. A flick of his tongue on the tip. That was all it took to push me over the edge. And I gave in, just like that, all my resolutions forgotten, and let out a strange high-pitched cry, unintentionally arching my back and bucking my hips seeking for more of his wet heat, only to find the resistance of his hand on my hipbone, keeping me still, denying me even this last bit of control.

His tongue twirled around the head and he abruptly swallowed me whole, engulfing all my length in his hot cavern, the tip resting in the back of his throat, milking me, bobbing his head up and down frustratingly slowly. I moaned again, my fists clenching on the headboard’s bar, my eyes closing and unclosing in a frenzied rhythm, my mind a mess. I swear at this instant, I wouldn’t have been able to tell my own name. Please don’t ask. His fingers brushed against my balls and palmed them gently, rolling the sacks playfully for a few moments, so pleasurably that I haven’t any idea where to focus my attention anymore. I heard a faint pop sound, but it disappeared in the very back of my mind as he laved my member with his so sinfully skilled tongue, extracting more and more unarticulated cries from my throat.

I came back briskly to my senses when I felt something cold press against my entrance, forcing his way in, making me whimper at the burning pain that shot from my ass to my spine, my eyes tearing, his magnificent blow job doing nothing to distract me from the insistent ache. I wriggled to escape from the intruder but his damned hand tightened his grip on my hip, forcing my back to slide on the bed towards him and thrusting the foreign object deeper. His finger. That asshole is pushing his fucking finger up my ass. He’s dead!

“Fuck! Take it out!” I shouted at him and stupidly began to thrash on the bed. Stupidly cause not only was I still not free, his fucking tie biting viciously on my scratched wrists, but in my struggle, I made the last knuckle skid in, his finger now completely seated inside me. Shit shit shit!

“Take it out! It fucking hurts!” I repeated again, more quietly this time, assaulted by weird sensations lessening the pain a tiny bit when he wriggled the tip of his digit in me.

He pulled out his mouth from my softening hard on, licked at the head a few times and then sat up on his knees, his glistening eyes searching mine, reassuring but annoyingly teasing, his face royally as calm as it would be if we were boringly playing Scrabble and he, not shoving his fucking index up a guy’s ass. So to say mine! Fuck!

“Relax and it’ll feel good very soon.” He soothed me and that would have worked if, well, he was not thrusting his finger in and out of me. Relax? Take my place and we’ll see if you can relax and enjoy, fucker!

“You’re so tight, you’re almost hurting me.” He groaned and twirled his fingertips on my inner wall, carefully, as if searching for something. Well, excuse me for causing you pain. Or not. Bastard!

Then he pressed on a special spot inside me, and I lost the last bit of coherence I had, clenching and unclenching on his buried knuckles, as an unbearable pleasure crash on me. Oh. My. God. What did he do? Whatever. I don’t care. Just do it again. It makes the pain fade away like a bad nightmare. Where a devil is finger-fucking me. Except this one is real. He slammed his finger again on my prostate, and I cried out silently, my mouth hanging open to articulate mute moans, staring at the ceiling without seeing it. Yeah, even a dumb virgin like me knows how gay sex work, thanks to Miles, and his uninterrupted propaganda for prostate massages, got a problem with that? Before I could recover from the intensity of the hot fire that had spread like poison in my veins, he added a second finger and I hissed as the burning increased quasi immediately. He wasted no time to let me adjust to the new thickness in me, and began to scissor my insides, stretching me slightly, working on my muscles softly to help them relax. And I’m fucking gonna give him a piece of his own dreadful medicine one day. Just you wait and see.

The sneaky bastard took me by surprise when he forcefully slammed his fingertips on my sweet spot while swallowing my length again, right to the hilt. I moaned loudly, losing myself in the overwhelming pleasure, and I was going real mad with the demented sensation of my building orgasm taking over me, emptying my mind of all rational thought, rendering my senses wild with desire. I was so fucking close. His mouth left my twitching member, immediately replaced by his hand, palming my length, stroking me expertly in a fast rhythm, while his buried fingers were relentlessly teasing my secret bundle of nerves. Shit! So good! So close! I’m gonna lose it! Now!

Or not. I whined when his hand intentionally clasped hard on the base of my cock, mischievously preventing me from spraying my seed on my belly and chest, unfairly stealing the orgasm I was on the verge of experiencing. That sadist psycho! Obsessive control freak! I whimpered in need and rocked my hips to try to get more friction to finish me off but his grip on my dick was as unforgiving as steel and I knew he wouldn’t let me climax.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you fucking son of a bitch? Move your damned hand from there!” I growled lowly, devoured by a growing frustration.

“Do you want to come?” He asked me with a cocky smile, a devious glint lighting up in his eyes.

No shit. Are you even a man? If so, you should know the fucking answer perfectly!

“Yessssss.” I hissed through my teeth and confirmed my point shortly after by nodding frenetically.

“So ask properly. And politely. Say please and maybe I’ll let you.” He requested sardonically, supporting my glare with an arrogant gaze.

“No.” I refused categorically, vehemently shaking my head from side to side. He’s insane. Even more than I thought. I’m soooo screwed.

He rubbed his fingertips softly on my entranced prostate, and I mewed in ecstasy, seeing dots dancing before my eyes, my head sinking deeper on the fluffy pillow, but his hand didn’t move an inch, pressing firmly on my cock to keep me from coming. Even if I wanted it desperately. God! I needed it so much. Was my pride worth to suffer such sweet agony? Was he ever gonna stop one day if I didn’t comply? Yes. Definitely. He’s not crazy enough to keep me in this state for hours. Is he? Shit! I think he is.

“Let me… come!” I articulated hardly. “Please.” I whispered after a pause, blushing slightly in shame to have given up so easily.

“No.” He declined quietly, his fingers stilling in my ass, ceasing their unbearable torment to my utter relief.

“Why?” I whispered and I was in shock when it came out in a mourned cry as he petted my dripping arousal with a few long intoxicating strokes.

God! I almost sounded like a sex-starved kitten locked alone in a one room apartment during rutting season. Add its favourite toy taunting him from under an unattainable cupboard. For a long time. And you sadly almost get how deprived I was.

“It’s punishment time.” He revealed nonchalantly, slipping his lube coated fingers in and out my ass now easily at a peaceful pace, forcing me to take this excruciating torture with no promise of it ever ending.

“What?” I murmured wearily although I had wanted to appear angry as hell, a feverish quiver shaking my entire body with every one of his tantalizing movements, immersing me in an unwanted pleasure I was coming to hate as the minutes ticked by.

“You didn’t respect the rules. You need to be taught a lesson you won’t forget so soon.” He lectured me with a demonic grin that made me pale in apprehension of what he was up to. Definitely something worse than what he was currently doing to me according to his crafty expression. Ow.

Oh. My. God! Will this nightmare ever cease? Ain’t I supposed to pass out from fear at this point? That would be welcome. And would have fortunately been the case if the fucking liquor I absorbed earlier wasn’t altering my usually well-working sense of danger. Shit!

“I want you to acknowledge yours faults and beg my pardon. Then, I might be lenient and forgive you.” He let me know in his unnervingly polite tone, tilting his head to respond to my glare with a sly smirk.

Me? Apologize to the asshole who turned my life into a fucking hell on a whim? He’s got to be kidding! It was the same as asking the Little Red Riding Hood to feel sorry for not being tasteful enough for the big bad wolf’s selective palate. After being eaten. Where is the fucking hunter that’s supposed to save me? He’s damned late!

Whatever. The game is over now. My will to resist to his ridiculous psychological game was slowly crumbling away as his mouth returned his full attention on my neglected member, seeking the breach in my wariness to dive in and scatter to pieces the last remains of my prideful defiance. I bit on my lower lips to repress my pleading moans for more, more of his delicious heat that was consuming me like hot lava, disorienting my soul as my body was urging me to surrender to his will. But I couldn’t. Never.

His fingertips suddenly stubbed against my prostate, so hard it was almost painful, making me lose my head in an untenable blankness as a loud cry was torn from my aching throat, echoing against the bedroom hall as if to haunt me. Just when I was about to burst under his bitter sweet ministrations, my balls high in their sacks ready to shoot their load, he pressed a point at the base of my cock, abruptly stopping my climax again, leaving me harshly painting, my body tensing and arching on the bed and trembling from head to toe.

I groaned when he furtively licked my aching balls, and winced in pain as he suddenly thrust a third finger in, my sore muscles tightening around the added thickness in uncontrollable spasms, but he continued to push his way in, fatally slipping knuckle by knuckle inside of me. I felt his fingers twirl around, caressing my inner walls, faintly rubbing on my sweet spot, just enough to lessen the burning pain but assuredly not enough to be enjoyable for me. He slid them out extremely slowly, until there was only one knuckle buried inside, and slammed them back in violently, bumping on my prostate so hard that I saw stars and let out a silent cry of agony.

“It would be better for you if you get to it soon cause, you see, you’ve got a lot to confess. Not that I’m not deeply enjoying myself right now and I do have all the time in the world to continue, but I’m thinking of you here. You have all my sympathy since you’re in such an unpleasant situation.” He coyly pitied me, a fake compassionate expression on his face, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room with an ounce of incomprehensible sadness, remotely shaking his head as if he was regretting that we had gone this far.

He was staring at me with an accusing gaze, as if I was forcing him to act the way he did. As if I had put that upon myself all alone. What a sneaky bastard! Trying to put the blame on me and making me feel guilty. But it wasn’t working and I looked away, terribly annoyed and dejected, wondering if I could bear much more before… What?

I didn’t know where all this could lead. And a creeping fear was insinuating itself in the pit of my stomach. Fear of the unknown. He didn’t let me evade in the pathetic shelter of my depressing thoughts long, resuming his relentless offences on my front and back, leaving me only a brief respite between his attacks to take short intakes of air which were barely enough to fill my lungs. My head felt heavy due to my broken breath but he was checking on me and I deadly knew he wouldn’t let me faint. Not a chance.

“I wonder how long you can deprive a man from coming before he loses his mind.” He deliberated out loud between a rain of butterflies kisses on my inner thigh, sending goosebumps on my heated skin. God! Stop!

“Surely not more than a few hours in a horny virgin’s case.” He knowingly affirmed before grazing his teeth on the muscle and nibbling teasingly in the shivering flesh.

I moaned when his fingers found my sweet spot again, and again, and again, endlessly. Please! Make it stop. I threw my head backwards, burying it in the pillow, staring blindly at the ceiling, as a vague pleasure was menacing to carry me away.

“Since you surely have no endurance.” He snickered deviously, nipping at my hipbone, suckling on the flesh, leaving a trail of love bites on the curve joining my hips.

Oh God! I can’t take it anymore. A flick of his tongue on my perineum. That has to stop now. A nibbling on my belly button. I cried out shamelessly to the top of my lungs, my mouth hanging opened, a thread of drool spreading on my chin from the corner of my dry lips. Shit! I really did lose to him completely this time. Think whatever you want. Maybe I’m a coward indeed. But not a fucking masochist! My pride has been worth peanuts since the moment he penetrated me anyway. I’ve no choice but to surrender and pray that he would indeed be true to his word and put an end to this torture. Soon. Please.

“I’m sorry…” I let out in an inaudible whisper. God! I hate myself for being so weak. Fuck.

“For what?” He inquired in a stern but pleased tone that was indicating that he was expecting me to enunciate all the wrongs I had inflicted upon him.

Me. Harm him. Can you fucking believe that? If I wasn’t tied up in his bed, with his fucking fingers teasing my insides, I guess I wouldn’t either. Evans raised a brow at my wanton silence and when he realized that I had no fucking clue what to say to go on, he let out a deep disappointed sigh.

“Since I pity your pathetic state, I’ll give you a clue of the first mistake you committed this evening. Making me chase after you. Bad move.” He asserted in a high-pitched voice as if he was talking to a five years old, waving a finger at me in a lecture mode.

Guess I would have been impressed if I was, well, five years old. However, at twenty-two, all the effect it had on me was to make me burst into a hysteric laughter, making me doubt whether I had lost my mind or not considering the surrealistic nature of the situation at hand. The irate giggle died in my throat when he slapped my buttock with some force, bringing me back to the hard reality.

“I’m sorry for having stood you up…” I repeated like a good boy, rolling my eyes at my own foolishness to have defied such a demented freak.

“And?” He asked intently after a long pause, wriggling his fingers inside me to keep me on the edge.

He smirked as I desperately shook my head from side to side to clear my mind, trying to find something, anything he wanted to hear and fucking tell him now whatever it was. And he was enjoying watching my damned efforts to concentrate. Like the fucking bastard he was.

“I’m sorry for having broken the rules.” I tented after a long pause, remembering that it was the reason he had pushed to justify the need of a punishment in the first place. Unfairly. Because I never did agree to abide to his laws. And never will.

“Detail.” He ordered staunchly, squeezing my dripping erection so harshly it made me gasp, a flash of cold anger passing through his blue orbs riveted on mine, promising me that there will be hell to pay if I refused to obey. At this point, I just hope I won’t end up eunuch at the end of the night.

“For having kissed a girl in the club. I cheated on you and let her touch me.” I muttered in a dead tone, shutting my eyes to stop my forming tears as I couldn’t bear to look at him in the eyes, to watch his air of supreme superiority towards my docile resignation. I was disgusted with myself, feeling guilty not for what I had done but for what I was doing by denying the only single thing I decided to do on my own free will.

“Good.” He praised me and I let out a strangled distressed cry as his fawning tone was just making me want to puke.

I felt the bed shift when he leaned over me, carefully avoiding causing any sort of friction against my swelled member that could have brought me salvation, but left his fingers deeply embedded in me. His hot breath tickled my chin and hardened jaw line, in a calming breeze, but I couldn’t help but flinch and flip my eyes opened, my pupils dilated with fear and desire intimately tangled, startled by his abrupt proximity, feeling even more vulnerable when he was this close to my face. A gentle smile was drawn on his mouth and he softly pressed his lips against mine, but not in his usual pushy manner, almost chastely, slowly licking my lips that were so dry they were about to crack.

I stared at him unblinkingly, lost by his sudden kind demeanour, involuntary tensing as I waited for some curses to chatter the fantasy. I followed him with my panicked gaze as he slid on his side, lying on the mattress beside me, propped on his elbow, my leg trapped between his. His hand sweetly caressed my cheek, his thumb rubbing small circles on my cheekbone and he pecked me on the nose. Where the hell was all this weird gentleness coming from?

“Here’s your reward for being honest.” He whispered in a soothing tone, nuzzling at my neck and tucking the few sweat soaked strands of hair behind my ear. “One last thing and it’s over.” He comforted me, letting me finally catch a glimpse of hope, but killing me at the same time since I thought it was already all I had screwed up today.

“Huh?” I dubitatively exclaimed, sending him a pleading look to beg him to give me a clue. Anything that would help me. A devastated groan escape my lips as he ever so slowly thrust his fingers in and out for me, grazing my sweet spot to press me to hurry. Shit!

“Come on! I’m sure you can figure it yourself.” He cheered me up, tracing my eyebrows line with the tip of his middle finger, sweeping small pearls of salty sweat that was threatening to fall in my eyes.

I isolated myself behind the protection of my eyelids to compel my stampeding mind to replay tonight’s events but the blurry images of my evening were frustratingly not succeeding themselves in a chronological order, my thoughts always coming back to the sensations consuming my body in a fire that seemed to have been increased by my voluntary blindness. I randomly remembered my quarrel with his goons at the Velvet Club, and how the bastard had already scolded me for making a fuss at my working place. I sighed in relief, relaxing my serious concentration to gaze at him dully.

“Causing trouble to your bodyguards?” I guessed tentatively in a shaking but hopeful voice, which was soon strangled as a knot tightened in my throat when I saw a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. Shit! He raised a brow in a questioning manner and rewarded my exhausting efforts with one of his fucking smirk.

“I wasn’t aware of that. But that’s not what I had in mind.” He admitted in a low growl but, fortunately for me, decided to let it pass.

He let his mouth travel down my chest, sensuously licking my nipple, sucking the standing nub and teasing it between his teeth, making my breath become shorter as my erection was painfully twitching as a consequence, his soft bite sending shots of electric current through all my nerves, in endless spasms of pleasure. I whimpered in need and wriggle under him, incapable of thinking anymore.

“Sorry, I’ve no idea.” I hissed between harsh pants in a beseeching tone until I exploded, all the anger and frustration that had been building themselves as the minutes, or maybe hours, passed overwhelming my soul and plunging me in a dark terror. “I’m not a fucking mind reader so will you help me already?” I shouted at him and he looked up to meet my confused glare, silently ordering me to calm down, to get my emotions under control, and I barely managed to comply, burying my inner turmoil inside me to never let it see the light again.

“Please.” I resorted to beg him with teary eyes and he appeared taken for a few seconds before returning to his perfectly neutral mask.

“What about trying to trick me with your fake docile behaviour?” He suggested in a cold tone, his eyes piercing me without any trace of human emotions in them making me blush in shame of having been discovered.

That fucking bastard had known from the start that I had been acting! Asshole! Sadist psycho! I stared at him in disbelief, divided between the blind rage that was making my blood boil and fear induced by the fact that he seemed to know me enough already to be able to read through me and decrypt the messages coded between the lines.

“How?” I asked after a prolonged uneasy silence. He rested his head on his palm, giving me a sly smile that froze me on the spot.

“I can’t deny that you have some serious talent…” He began with a chuckle, bowing slightly his head in a derisive praise. “But you’re ten years too early to trick me. You’re sporting such a defiant gleam in your gaze. Eyes don’t lie Marcus.” He revealed in an imperious tone that sent cold shivers down my spine. “So? I’m waiting. And something’s here is becoming real impatient.” He pointed out, sliding his fingers fully out of me to poke teasingly at my throbbing cock, little pearls of precum glistening in the slit, ready to roll down my shaft until they dropped on my belly. I bit on my lower lip as he ran his thumb on the tip, rubbing it a few times before slamming his fingers inside me again, all at once, making me hiss in pain and pleasure.

“I’m sorry… to have force such a lousy performance on you in order to save my ass. My bad.” I whispered through my gritted teeth. “Since it obviously didn’t work, I guess it makes us even.” I snarled rebelliously but he brushed my wariness off by pressing on my prostate, twirling his fingertips on it until I lose my grip on reality. Again.

“You’re a sly brat.” He amusedly observed, letting out a short musical laugh.

Whatever you want me to be. Maybe I’m a sly brat indeed. But a sly brat who needs to come. Badly. Like now. I felt the bed dip again under his weight as he travelled further south, sitting between my spread legs to contemplate the view of my offered nudity, his eyes shamelessly roaming on my squirming form, detailing the curves of my chest and stomach, lingering on my arousal as if it was the most delectable sight ever. Fucking perv’!

“Ain’t you gonna finish it?” I asked angrily, gasping when his burning breath hit my extra sensitive member, making it twitch in a prolonged agony as a result.

What the fuck now? Stop staring and jerk me off already, you bastard! Won’t he grant me release for God’s sake? I had damn well held my end of the bargain after all! Like the good obedient boy he made me become. In such a short time. I’m the worst! My hips jerked up when his cheek caressed softly the side of my dick from root to tip, and I lifted my head from the pillow to gave him a death glare, but I found myself mesmerized in the depth of his blue orbs, gazing at me calmly, intensely, slowly transforming my fury in an imploring look to end my ordeal. I saw his lips move and for a few seconds I thought that he would put an end to his sick game, until I registered he was talking to me, suddenly serious, a frown wrinkling his forehead, a dark aura surrounding him as he was visibly challenging me.

“I’ll let you come if you promise to respect the rules I set.” He asserted in a tone affirming that he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. So I didn’t give him that. I let my head fall back in the fluffy cushion, my body shaken by a helpless laughter, that sounded a wee bit too high, wondering what fucked up twist of fate I had to curse for getting me involved with such an evil man.

“Go to hell.” I growled lowly when I finally managed to come back to my senses.

Well, since he’s a devil, he should find himself at home there. I can perfectly imagine him torturing the sinful souls that had failed to gain purgatory. He seems to have a talent for that. I should have damned him to heaven instead, to spoil his fun. Although I pity the poor angels who would have to keep him entertained… and we’re sadly all aware of the bastard’s favourite occupations by now.

“That’s not the answer I expected.” He said with a creepy chuckle that sheathed through my numb daze.

“That’s the only one you’ll get.” I retorted dryly, my fight-to-the-death spirit suddenly stirring back to life, fired up by his unfair blackmail.

“I don’t think so. I’m still the one in command here.” He reminded me with an arrogant smirk on his face, resuming his raid on my quivering body to extort the fucking oath of allegiance he wanted me to pledge, gratifying my aching cock and balls with small licks following the same pace of the grinds of his fingers, meeting my sweet spot each time, making me mew in pleasure and groan in frustration. Aching. Arching. Tensing. On the verge of crying. Shit!

Damn it! Agreeing to his fucking conditions is like locking me myself in a chastity belt. And throwing the key from the very top of Kilimanjaro. Stay faithful to that son of a bitch? What a joke! Come on! He’s the last person on earth I’d date. Let alone have sex with. I fucking hate his guts! Okay, let’s be realist for ten seconds. Yeah, I doubt I can concentrate much longer with his fingers plundering my ass. Blame me! So here’re the three options I came up with:
A) Trying to make this possessive jerk understand that the Middle Ages are over and that such practices as kidnapping, blackmail and enslavement are prohibited by every democratic country’s laws. If I’m lucky he’ll just cut my balls with the sword he hides in his closet. If not, well… Let’s just suppose I’ll be lucky.

B) Giving him a soapy speech on the value of fidelity, which can’t be imposed but grew tacitly with the trust binding two persons madly in love with each other, which is obviously not our case and blah blah blah, all that fervently chanted with entranced puppy eyes. He’ll just call me a sissy and rip my dick off since I’ve apparently no use of this part of my anatomy. Even better!

C) Accepting his dumb male chauvinist’s commands from four centuries ago, and stay a virgin for the rest of my days, at least till he’s tired of chasing after me, since I’m absolutely never gonna let him fuck me. Or let him come anywhere near my ass again. Never! Inner sigh. Okay, I wasn’t able to stop him from blowing me and fingering me, but I seriously doubt that he would go so far as to rape me. Hum. The ones who’re not convinced raise their hands. I would have if they weren’t fucking tied up to the headboard. Which remind me that I’m in one hell of a mess.

Or maybe it was the fucking sharp teeth of the bastard’s chomping on my inner thigh! Ow! I heard him growl like a fucking beast while he was trailing his tongue on my leaking shaft, from root to tip, twirling around the slit before scraping the reddened skin with his teeth, making me dementedly cry out. Oh God! His tongue circled around the bruised flesh, making it tingle and burn a little, and he engulfed me inch by inch, horribly slowly, suckling on my hard rock arousal, furiously twitching as it was being swallowed by his hot mouth. I stared at the show in total denial, as if all of this was only a wet dream, my mind deluged by blasts of unfamiliar sensations, pain and desire strangely mixed to set my body and senses on fire. Crushing my will to resist until only crumbs of defiance remained, swiftly swept by the intense pleasure he was triggering in me. In the irrational state I was, I could only assume that option C was the wisest one for now.

“I… I give you…. my word.” I barely managed to articulate in an inaudible whisper, all my muscles tensed to the point of being sore, my back arched at its maximum angle, my legs helplessly jumping on the bed as electrical current was making my nerves spasm.

He didn’t say a word to acknowledge my declaration, he just buried my cock to the hilt between his lips, deep-throating me and sucking and laving my heated member altogether. I couldn’t even let out a moan, my mouth hanging opened, as I was completely lost to the world, my eyes staring unblinking without seeing anything but white and dots. He rubbed gently on my prostate and that was all I needed to burst, spewing my seeds violently in his mouth in discontinued shots, my softening cock twitching in his warm cavern. I was taken aback by the force of the orgasm that hit me, making me lose consciousness the few seconds I spent in bliss, my so hardly earned climax taking total control of me.

I came back to my senses when he grabbed my chin and pulled me into a passionate kiss, letting me taste the bitter flavour of my own cum, and I found it strangely erotic, too stunned to be disgusted, too worn out to reject his invading tongue which circled mine in a battle-like dance I never intended to win, not that I had a chance to. When he pulled out from my swollen lips, leaving me panting and gasping for air, my heart beating like crazy out of my chest, I was once again bewitched in one of his comforting gazes. He leaned closer to me, softly kissed my temple while his moist fingers were tracing small circles on my jaw and nibbled at my earlobe, pulling it a little to get my attention.

“If I catch you again breaking the rules, tonight’s episode will seem to be mere child’s play compared to what you’ll get. You belong to me and that’s what it’ll cost you to forget it.” He warned me menacingly, cupping my face with both of his palms, forcing me to support his pressing gaze and even in my growing dizziness I could tell that he was deadly serious.

“I fucking belong to no one!” I hissed tiredly, shaking my head to dislodge his hands from my face. To no avail. “I hate you.” I whispered through my clenched teeth.

“I think your body disagrees with that statement.” He snickered mockingly, making me blush as I was forced to face my body’s betrayal, crimson when I realized that he had made me come. In his mouth. The best orgasm I ever had.

Huh? Forget it! I’m never going to go through this again to bring me only a few seconds of delighted bliss. Still! That felt fucking good… As I was slowly drifting unconscious, struck down by the alcohol induced torpor mixed with the exhaustion caused by my straining efforts to break free as soon as adrenalin left my system, I felt his cheek press against mine and his breath tickle my neck.

“Be careful with what you offer Marcus. Next time, I won’t stop. I’ll eat you up to your bones, whether you’re ready or not to take it. God knows though that’s not how I want to have you.” He whispered in my ear but an empty darkness took me away in a dreamless sleep before I could react.



And after all that, that fucking asshole still had the nerve to ask me if I slept well when I woke up! And to call me midget. That fucking giant psycho! I stared at his guiltless amused expression in disbelief, before squinting my eyes as a cold anger tightened his hold on my heart. I must admit that the perspective of being thrown in jail for his murder isn’t a putting-off anymore. It appears almost thrilling. I rolled on my back and other side to face him, ready to slaughter him right in the spot, with my sharp nails since I’ve no other weapon. Or not. I closed my eyes to stop the vague of nausea that assaulted me after my too quick movements, my temples throbbing with a stunning headache. Murdering someone is not the kind of things you can do with a fucking hangover.

“Want my help with that?” The bastard asked with, I guessed, a teasing smirk but his voice was blurry, seeming to come from far away and I didn’t quite get what the fuck he wanted. Until I felt his freezing hand on my burning skin making me shudder.

That’s when I realized two dreadful things. One, I was still stark naked in his bed. Two, his fucking fingers were clasped on my morning erection, firmly pumping me to jerk me off. Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Stop it!” I shouted immediately, my hands furiously clawing on his stronger arm.