Page 35 of Blood Spilled
The man doesn’t say a word and remains silent as I pull out my knife. I quickly slide it against his carotid artery, causing him to gasp and gurgle as he chokes on his own blood. Kicking him to the ground, I step over his convulsing body, wiping my knife on my pants. I didn’t promise not to kill him, I only said I wouldn’t blow his head off. I’ve always been a man of my word.
The house isn't as big as the last one the Morales family had lived in. Despite that, they still manage to make sure there's a fancy gate and brick wall in front of it to keep out random people. They should have done a better job. There were no electric fences or alarms and fewer guards than they used to have. It’s clear they lack the security they had before and maybe even the funds.
Another guard waits for me at the back of the house. Before he can shout, I shoot him in the head. Knowing I probably fucked up, I wait for more men to come pouring out the back door, but it remains closed. There’s a light in a window on the second floor and my eyes follow the figure moving in front of it. I stand there in the back of the house staring at it until the light goes off. My eyes are so focused on the window, that I don't hear the nearby back door open. The light on the upper deck turns on and I jump. My breath catches in my throat when Santiago comes out of the shadows. He is the perfect vision and I’m at a loss for words.
He stands on the balcony with a gun in his hand, pointing it at my head. I raise my hands in the air, smiling. “Hey there, mi mascota. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? What do you plan to do with that gun?”
“I’m debating if I should use it to cover the sidewalk with your brains.”
“What’s taking you so long, precious?”
“Don’t fucking call me that. You let them take me. Was it your plan all along?”
“I wouldn’t be here with your gun pointed to my head if it were. You going to kill me today?”
He walks further down the stairs with his lips formed into a thin line. He looks a bit like his old self wearing an expensive suit with his hair slicked back, but I also see a changed man. He no longer holds the same look in his eyes as before. It's no longercold and distant. He lowers his gun, walking close enough for us to be within touching distance.
“Not today, but maybe tomorrow. Why are you here? I would think you'd be happy to get rid of your problem, or is that why you're here, to finish the job?”
I shake my head. “I wouldn't have walked out here alone if I was going to kill you, but I'm sure you already know that.” I pull him closer to me, capturing his lips with mine. Our tongues interlock and I sink further into him, getting lost in his taste and warmth. He tastes like expensive champagne and chocolate. My mouth can't get enough.
I kiss him until we are both panting and pulling away desperate to breathe, my hard cock digging into his hip. “I've missed you, little mouse. Way more than I should.”
Santiago presses his forehead against mine, still trying to catch his breath. “Sounds like a personal problem,” he says sliding his hand down the front of my pants, causing my cock to grow harder. “I've missed something too.” He gropes my cock and then grabs my hand and drags me through a grouping of trees, down a long stone path.
“You taking me to your secret garden?”
He doesn’t answer and continues to pull me toward a tire swing hanging from a large tree hidden away. He eyes me up and down with heat filling his eyes. He still doesn’t smile, not wanting to give it away too easily. I've noticed that about him. He sits down in the tire, wrapping his hands around the two back ropes. His feet are pressed into the dirt, keeping him from swinging. I stand between his legs, placing my hands above his.
“This used to be one of my favorite places to hide. When I didn't want to be in my house, I would come out here to escape.” He pulls off his coat, tossing it behind him and then loosens his tie.
“Is that why you're out here now?” I ask, smiling at the thought of him bringing me to his secret hideaway. Out of all the people in the world, he chose me.
He nods, releasing his hands from the ropes and moves them down the front of my body, fidgeting with the buckle on my jeans. “Yes.” He yanks down the zipper, taking out my hard, straining cock and swipes his tongue across my leaking slit.
I run my hand through his hair, tugging on the strands, bringing those luscious lips of his closer to my tip. “Then let's escape together.”
I'm overtaken by the warmth of his mouth and his tongue swirling around my crown. I try my best to silence my moans by slipping my lower lip between my teeth. I don't want anyone to hear us or for this moment between us to be stolen from me the way he was. My hands tighten around the rope as he takes me further into his mouth. Not able to control myself anymore, I buck my hips forward, slamming my cock further into his mouth.
I thrust harder and deeper until I'm hitting the back of his throat, causing him to make beautiful gagging sounds. He slips his hand in the back of my pants, rubbing a finger against my hole. I continue fucking his mouth, watching his eyes roll in the back of his head and his cheeks puff out.
“I think we should do something about those hands of yours. Did I tell you to touch me there?”
I pull out of him and he slumps against the ropes, gasping for air with a dreamy look on his face. In between gasps, he mutters the words, “What are you going to do to stop me?”
I grin wide and bend down to collect my belt from the ground. “Give me your wrists and you'll find out.”
Santiago shakes his head. “That's way too easy for you. How about you get them yourself?”
I reach for his hands and he quickly lifts them above his head laughing. “Too slow.”
I click my tongue. “You should know by now not to tease your master. Don't you know, baby boy, I always win.”
I lean my body over his, grabbing both of his legs. I drag his body down on the swing to where his back is lying flat against it. Out of instinct he lifts his hands in the air, trying to grab anything he can to pull himself back up and that's when I wrap the belt around his wrists, forming a cuff with the soft, worn leather strap. Once I get it tight enough, I pull his hands behind his dangling head. “Leave them there.”
“Or what?”
“Or I won't let you come. Only good pets get to come.”
