Page 11 of Blood Spilled
He rips the towel from my hands and storms out the door, locking it behind him. I sit there staring at the knob until I can no longer keep my eyes open. That's when I see it, the blinking red light flashing above me. I know a camera when I see one. I’ve hidden my fair share in rooms. Why I’ve never noticed it before is beyond me. I really have let my guard down, making me blind to even the smallest things. If he wants a show, I’ll give him one and I’ll make sure to have fun doing it.
Ten
Angel
I thought I could get him to talk today, hoping he would tell me more about his family and maybe give me some clue to what his father’s plans were. I am still convinced his mother is working hard to make sure they are carried out. If she thinks Santiago is alive, it is probably giving her hope and more reasons to form more allies.
No telling what promises she was making these people. The Moraleses were good at manipulating people and getting them to do what they wanted. They were good at getting people to believe in their words even if they were nothing but empty promises and lies. I wasn’t sure how they did it and how it worked until tonight. He almost had me. I almost let the little fucker have me. Then I let my guard down which led to a few new bumps and bruises. A reminder that I needed to stop underestimating him. He may be in a weak state, but hismotivation to break out of here is enough to set off his fight-or-flight response.
He wouldn't have gotten far. I have men all around my house, guarding every window and door. I don’t always, but today I ordered it for this reason. I knew he might pull something today. I usually only have two men watching my house and the others watching the fields.
Leaning against the window, I stare up at the dark sky sprinkled with stars. I always loved living away from the city for this reason. It has more perks than downfalls. Beautiful starry skies and sunsets. Most importantly, I had no neighbors and was hidden away out here. Sometimes I'm able to sit back in my house and pretend the world isn't shit around me. But then everything started not to feel as it should. There was this spreading emptiness and restlessness inside me. Like I no longer had everything I needed and something was missing.
And then he got here. He’s taken my focus off the lonely silence that fills the house most days. He's like a new hobby—something to keep me busy and pass the time. Some people garden, take up spin class or yoga. I, on the other hand, adopted a new pet to care for. One who needs to be caged, tied up and disciplined.
That had to be what it was. I just needed something to keep me occupied in between work and all the mundane life shit. Perhaps I was confusing boredom for loneliness.It's hard to experience either with my new pet around.
I step outside and wave my men off, letting them know they can step down and go home. When I come back in the house, I lock all the doors, setting my alarm system. Rubbing my eyes, I strip off my clothes and examine all the damage in the mirror that my little pet caused. It wasn't as bad as I expected. Just a few scratches and a couple sore spots that will soon form into bumps or bruises.
I've taken worse beatings before. Most people in this life have. He'll still pay for it though. He doesn't even realize how much yet. I lay wide awake in my bed for too long tossing and turning until my mind starts racing. Unable to stand it any longer, I climb out of the covers and pull on a pair of sweats before heading to my office. When I turn on the camera, my little pet is doing something I didn’t expect from him.
My eyes widen and my cock restricts against the fabric of my jeans as my little mouse strokes himself with his head falling back against the wall. I lick my lips, tempted to pull out my own cock. What if he knew I was watching him? What would he do? The more he spreads his legs, smiling my way, the more I realize he already knows.
Oh, this cheeky fucker. He wants to play. We can play. He must have heard me walk to my office. The wooden floors creak louder at night when the house grows completely quiet without the noise of my men shouting or my normal music or TV playing. I run my hand down the front of my pants gripping my cock, while standing up from the chair and walking across the way. Before going inside to play with my little mouse, I reach in the nearby hallway closet where I keep a wooden box full of toys.
I pull out two things, knowing they will be the perfect items for my mouse. I also make sure to grab the lube, because I want my little mouse to enjoy himself a little in between the pain. He needs to know the difference so he can decide which side of me he rather have. He only has two options. I’ll make sure to make it real good for him tonight. What I do to him tomorrow will have him crawling on his hands and knees begging me to fuck him.
I want to make sure he's nice and ready for me when the time comes, because I doubt I’ll want to take my time. I enter the dark cold room, flipping on the lower light setting. I don’t want to overwhelm him with bright lights since he will soon beoverburdened by other things. I need him focusing fully on me tonight and not distracted by anything else.
“Someone's been a very naughty mouse. Is someone in the mood to play?”
Santiago looks up at me with wide eyes and his hand still around his cock. “I thought you were leaving me alone to give me time to think about what I’ve done?”
I smile, moving closer with the items now visible in my hands. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“What are those?” His eyes move between the vibrating wand in my hand with a clear sleeve attached to it and then to the vibrating egg.
“How about I show you?” My smile grows wider and I kneel in front of him, setting the toys on the ground. “Don’t try anything funny tonight, little mouse. I promise it will be the last time you do. Remember that wooden box you said your dad used to give you time to think about what you did? Well, I had something very similar designed and am thinking you'll come to your senses faster with it buried six feet underground for an hour.
His eyes widen in horror and a sweat breaks out between his brows. Oh, there you are. Finally acting like a true captive realizing the hell he's fallen into.
He swallows hard, trembling, still not speaking.
“I didn't think that's what you wanted to happen. I’ll even give you a nice treat if you behave yourself. Would you like that?”
He nods, his eyes glowing with more submission than I could hope for. He's walking on thin ice and is finally approaching the surface with cautious steps, careful not to make the wrong move. “Will it be more food?”
“Whatever you want, within reason of course.”
He bites his lower lip with a pensive look on his face. “I want real food. Steak and mashed potatoes or a hamburger. I alsowant something to keep me occupied, maybe books and a small light.”
I chuckle. “That’s a lot to ask for, considering the way you’ve behaved.”
“You said whatever I want, and I think it’s more than within reason.”
I nod, reach out for him, and stroke his cheek with my fingers. “Yes, I did and I guess I could make that happen. How about you show me you deserve these things first.”
I stroke his lower lip with the pad of my thumb. He trembles at my touch and his response has me even more eager to play. I pull out the lube from my pocket and pour it into my hands, blowing on it and rubbing my fingers together to get it warm before rubbing it over his cock. His breathing picks up and his head tilts back. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I allow myself to enjoy him like this for this moment alone.
