Page 43 of Poison

Vic pulled out with a smile and motioned for me to climb onto his lap. With a flirtatious grin, I complied, turning my back to him as I sat down. His thick cock hit its mark, and I swallowed it all the way to the base. Vic curled his arms under my legs, so I was at his mercy. My toes curled as he lifted me up and down as if I were a set of barbells. His strength was a massive turn-on. As he maneuvered my body, my hand stroked my cock. Every time I slammed down on his hard length, my prostate throbbed deliciously. I loved that feeling. It was why I was exclusively a bottom. A prostate orgasm was far better than a normal one because the pleasure slithered through my veins like lava. My body felt like it was going to explode from pure bliss.

As the orgasm hit, my body convulsed uncontrollably. A gentle calm overtook me as Vic continued to use my body until he found his own orgasm. When we both crashed onto the covers, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his warm, hard body.

I could stay like this forever.I missed this.Trevor and I used to cuddle after sex. We would lay together for a good hour just holding each other. Abruptly, I pulled away and sat up.

Vic wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "What's wrong?"

How did I explain that I was thinking of another man after just havingamazingsex with him? Why was I thinking of Trevor anyway? He was keeping me as a slave. God fucking damn that man! Trevor Hobbs was poison, pure fucking poison. But like an addictive drug, I couldn't help but crave him.I hated him for what he did to me, butdamn it,I still loved him.How can I still love that monster?

Eager for space, I slid from the bed. "It's nothing you did. That was amazing." I cracked a grin. "I've never had a guy do that to me before." The smile slipped from my face. "I'm just messed up in the head."

"Talk to me, Isaac."

My body refused to move. I wantedhimto wraphisarms around me, but I felt so dirty while thoughts of Trevor still danced around in my brain. "You don't deserve to hear it." I caught the sad look on his face and winced. "I don't mean thatyou don't deserve to because you aren't good enough. You don't deserve to hear it because you're too good for it."

"Try me." Vic got to his feet and ran a hand through my hair. "I know what I signed up for, Isaac. I understand that you've been through Hell and back again. I want to help you." He pulled me close, gently pressing his lips to mine. "I care about you so much. Just talk to me."

Ireallydidn't want to tell him, but I feltlikeI owed it to him.Perhaps it was because he was letting me stay in his apartment, safe and sound, while his entire life could easily be torn apart if anyone ever found me.

"I was thinking of Trevor," I whispered,not ableto make my voice any louder. "I was thinking how much I missed when we used to cuddle. Then I realized how fucked up that all was. How could I still miss cuddling a man who destroyed my life?"

"I'm no psychiatrist, but I can guess."

My shoulders slumped as I waited anxiously for him to tell me what was on his mind.

"You told me a bit about your life. Your parents treated you like crap, even raped you, and then you found Trevor. You were only what, fifteen? You were a kid, Isaac. You were starving for love, and that guy was giving you what you thought you needed. Let me guess: when something bad happened and he got angry, it was always your fault, wasn't it?"

I didn't need to respond.

"I'm going to guess that it's true.Hegroomed you, Isaac. He turned you into what he wanted. You wanted to pleasehim, tohave him love you, so you went along with it. I bet he even set up that whole situation with you and Lucien. He may not have known you'd attack him the way you did, but you stillplayed into his hand.I bet ifyou hadn't raged out like you did, you would have done anything Hobbs wanted to make sure it didn't happen again. You wouldn't have been a servant, but you still would have been a slave to him. You were nevergiven a chanceto see what love is supposed to be like." Vic held my hands in his and smiled at me. "I'd like to show you."

My body reacted on its own as several thoughts ran through my mind. The one that overpowered them all was that Vic wanted to love me. My lips met his with such ferocity that he fell back onto the pillows but returned the kiss eagerly. I wanted to love him, and I wanted him to love me. I just needed to push any thoughts of Trevor Hobbs out of my mind.

Chapter 31

Four long weeks passed since I decided to jump from the wall. Everything seemed to be working out. Vic and I made love often, and I kept my sanity by reading, watching TV, and cleaning the house. The problem was that it gradually didn't seem to be enough. I hated the four walls of my temporary prison more and more every day. I needed a breath of fresh air.

Staring at the full laundry basket, I decided I didn't have much choice but to leave the safety of the apartment and venture out to the laundry room by the entrance of the building.

Typically, Vic would do laundry, but I had no clean clothingto wear. I decided curing my cabin fever was more important than the risk of being seen. Pulling on a black hooded sleeveless shirt, I yankedthe hooddown as far as it would go, then marched to the elevator with the overstuffed laundry basket in my arms.

When I reached the laundry room,I slipped a few sinders into the soap vending machine.Vic had been giving me a tiny allowance to order food, and I hated feeling like a mooch. But it wasn't like I couldeasilygo out and find a job if I wanted to.

After filling the washer, Itook a seaton a gaudy purple chair and waited. As much as I wanted to get out of the apartment, being out in the open had my anxiety running at full steam. When the load finally finished, I got up and dumped the lump of clothes into an open dryer.

As I closed the door, I heard someone say, "Starburst? Holy shit, man. Is that you?"

It felt like mysoul was about to leave my body as my eyes shifted to the man. I knew him; I had shot at least ten pornos with him. His porn name was Kyle Cockley.Why the fuck did I come out here? What the fuck is wrong with me?Even with millions of people in this walled-off city, Iwas never going tobe safe with that giant billboard standing above every building. At least not this close to the Sin District, anyway.

Backing away, I shook my head, quickly turning my back to him. "You got the wrong guy."

"Oh, come on, man, don't play me. I know it's you. I didn't know you paid off your debt. It makes sense that Hobbs canceled so many shoots."

I didn't reply. Instead, I ran. I pushed pasthim, knockinghimoffhisfeet. All I could hear was him shouting, "What the fuck?!" as I bolted down the hall towards the elevator. Before I pressed the button, I decided it wasn't a good idea togo backto Vic's apartment. If Kyle said anything to the authorities, I didn't need to take Vic downwith me. Harboring a fugitive could put him in shackles for years. There would be a bidding war over who would get him, Hobbs or Alex. Knowing Trevor, he would spend as much as it took to turn Vic into his latest porn sensation just to spite me.

Shaking, I turned around.Kyle stood outsideofthe laundry room, demanding to knowwhat my problem was.I ignored him, running directly out the double doors of the building.

The street was crowded. This was my opportunity to slip into oblivion. But I had nowhere to go. Not wanting to draw too much attention, I kept my pace brisk but not a full-out run. Why the fuck did I leave that apartment? What did I expect to happen? Nothing good ever happened to me. It was as if I had been cursed since birth for something I had done in a previous life.

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