Page 12 of Bad Blood
I yank the rag from his hand. "I can clean myself. I'm not as helpless as you think I am."
He rolls his eyes. "I'll see if I can find any clothes that will fit you." He eyes me up and down, letting his gaze linger on certain parts of my body while licking his lips." Or perhaps, you don’t need any clothes."
I swallow hard, considering his words and imagining myself laying bare in front of him, on the couch at his full disposal. A shudder runs through me at the thought of his hands touching me again. Then my hand lands on my stomach and I remember the part of me I still want to keep hidden. The part of me that remains under the satin and lace material of my corset. One I'm not ready to share with another person, let alone a stranger. "I think the clothes would be best."
He stands from the couch. "The bathroom is over there." He points to an open door behind him. "Don't wander too far. I'll be back. In the meantime, remove all your clothes and finish cleaning up."
I nod and he disappears down the narrow hallway. I stand up on wobbly legs, starting toward the bathroom. I can't help but glance around me, taking notice of the bare walls and the nearly empty living room that only holds a few pieces of furniture. There are no magazines on tables or decorations. I'm starting to wonder if anyone even lives here.
The water is warm when I splash it against my face. I let it run, filling up the sink and stopping the drain. I shiver the more clothes I strip off my body. I never remove my corset or underwear. There is no need to. I'm about to reach for the small washcloth next to the sink, when someone else's hand beats me to it. The familiar tattoos and blue jeweled ring tell me Gabriel is back from wherever he went. There isn’t a mirror in the bathroom, which I find strange. "Let me help you get cleaned up."
He moves the washcloth down my back and it's warm and rough against my skin. He tugs at my underwear and I remain still, enjoying his warm breath against my neck. Cool air sweeps over my bare ass and groin. He runs the towel down each cheek and then in between, pressing against my hole. I bite my lower lip but am still unable to suppress a moan. His warm breath moves from my back, down to my ass. Something warm and wet, that feels nothing like the towel, swipes down my crack, teasing my hole. It takes me a minute to realize it's his tongue. My legs shake and I grasp onto the sink when he thrusts his tongue into my hole. "Mmph."
My sounds are desperate and needy. He continues probing my hole with his tongue, fucking in and out in quick motions. "Oh, fuck."
The thrusting only increases, and I'm tempted to reach for my dick, but I remember his words from last time. "You don't do anything unless I say you can." Not obeying feels wrong. Pleasure warms my belly the more I resist, and a surge of power rushes through me from the sense of control.
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Gabriel
“Mmm.” I continue burying my face between his cheeks. He squirms, bent over the sink. He makes the prettiest sounds. He almost died today, and the very thought pained me when it shouldn’t have. Anger filled me at how careless he was. He allowed his fearlessness to blind him. He strutted the streets without a single care in the world, the same way he did when he met me by the fountain.
He surrendered to me so easily when I’ve seen him push others away. I want to be the only touch he welcomed and the only one he craved. After I am done with him, no one else will ever satisfy him, and he will only ever scream for me. I sucked and nipped at his hole. His whines were loud and pathetic when I pulled away, and I’m satisfied he is obeying me. That he remembered to not touch himself and to take only what I was willing to give and when. His hand rested beautifully on the sink and his hard cock jutted against the white porcelain, straining a pretty purple. I dive back in between his cheeks, swirling my tongue around his insides and becoming addicted to the taste of him. His breaths quickens and his body shakes from being so close to the edge. “Let go,mi juguete.”
I shove my tongue back in hungrily, fucking into his tight hole, causing it to twitch. “Ahhh...” He releases one last sound before shooting his load and collapsing his body further onto the sink. “What did you...how...”
“It’s called rimming. You’ve got so much to learn, little toy. But don’t worry, your master will teach you everything.” I will also teach him how to love and hate a person at the same time. He will lose trust in everything he knows, and when his life finally crumbles around him, I will leave him alone to pick up the pieces. We have a long way to go still and I will enjoy every minute of it. The pleasure, the torture, and the pain. I pull away, tossing the towel in the sink. “You made quite the mess.” I point to the cum splattered on the sink and floor. “Clean it up.”
He reaches for the towel and I tsk at him. “No,mi juguete.Not with that, with your tongue.”
He scrunches his face in disgust and his eyes are full of confliction. Soon, they will only hold certainty when I give him a command. There will be no questioning in his eyes. I will win the war inside his head. His gaze shifts from the floor, back to me. Swallowing hard. “All of it?”
“Yes,mi juguete.Every. Single. Drop.”
He drops to the floor, his knees crashing against the tile. His underwear hanging around his ankles and his hole fully exposed to me. My cock strains painfully against my underwear, begging to be inside him and begging to steal his innocence. His tongue laps up the cum on the tile slowly at first, then swiftly swipes up the remaining drops. “Good, little pet. Now get yourself cleaned up. We need to get you back home soon before we cause a bigger war.”
I was as careless as he was today, too focused on getting him out of harm’s way to worry about who was watching us. I don’t need to lead anyone here. If I did, I would rather he not be here when they arrive. I grab the clothes I hung on the towel rack, tossing them at his feet. “After you’re done, put those on and meet me in the living room.”
His gaze falls to the bulge in my slacks. “What about you?” He sticks his tongue out between his lips, hunger filling his eyes.
“Don’t worry about me, little prince. There will be other days for you to make it up to me. To thank me for saving your life.”
I leave him alone in the bathroom, staring down at his clothes with a sense of loss in his eyes. The idea of not being able to take care of me is not sitting right with him and his pleasure was now replaced with disappointment. My plan was already working.
The loud buzz from the counters draws both our attention. Mateo’s phone has definitely seen better days. It sat on my kitchen counter, vibrating with a cracked screen. Lines ran down it like a spider’s web. I managed to grab it when I grabbed him. He didn’t drop it too far from his body and I stumbled upon it first before reaching him. It grows quiet before vibrating again. The screen has no name on it, but I know that number. I knew all of the Jeventino’s numbers.
“Is that my phone?” The small voice startles me. I’m taken by surprise at how caught off guard I was. That I missed the sound of Mateo’s moving footsteps.
I snatch it off the counter and bring it to him. “I think it’s your father. You should answer it. Let him know you’re safe. We don’t need more men with guns coming this way.”
His eyes shift in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“They didn’t complete the job. That means they may be coming this way to finish it.”
“They know where we are?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t come straight here. I drove through several streets, leading whoever could be following the wrong way until I saw no one else behind me. Doesn’t mean they won’t find us.”
