Page 9 of Come and Get Me
I climbed out of my car and walked into the apartment building. It was a dump, but even a dump in Celestial Gardens was a dump better than anywhere else. The walls were dirty, but the paint wasn’t chipping away like the dumps in the Outskirts. The stairs creaked as I took them two at a time until I reached the third floor where my prize awaited.
First, I listened carefully and couldn’t hear anyone moving or breathing inside. There was no heartbeat, so I picked the lock and entered. I looked around at his belongings, which were meager. I wasn’t surprised, jobs like his didn’t pay well. Not like the brothels did. A beautiful man like Isiah could make a killing at Shade, for instance. However, I was happy he didn’t want to be a whore. The thought of him fucking anyone else other than me was damn near unbearable enough as it was.
I took the liberty of going through his things, none of which would be coming with him when I took him. Well, I guess I might let him have something if it held sentimental value to him, but that was it. I made myself as comfortable as I could get in one of his bean bag chairs and waited for him to come home.
About two hours later, I heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened. My prize walked in carrying two bags of heavy groceries. He didn’t see me right away, but as soon as he closed the door and turned around, he froze.
“Hello, beautiful,” I greeted.
“What the fuck?”
“Oh, fucking will be had, indeed. But let me first tell you the fantastic news.”
“Why are you here? How did you find out where I lived?”
“Sir.”
He frowned, both dark brows creasing in his rage and frustration. “What?”
“Remember your manners and add a fucking “Sir” when addressing me, boy,” I snapped.
He blinked a few times, then put his groceries on the floor beside him. “Why are you here, Sir?” he asked, this time with a lot less attitude in his tone.
I stood up from the bean bag and made my way over to him. “Have you fucked anyone since we were last together?”
He frowned again as if confused by my question. “Sir?”
“Answer me, boy.”
“Yes.”
My lips tightened at his response for more than one reason. When he saw how displeased I was, he added a “Sir” to it, but that didn’t help.
“Who did you fuck?”
“Uh, some chick, Sir.”
“You consider yourself a lover of women?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I rolled my eyes. For me, women served only one purpose, to procreate. When the time came for theMating Harvest, I would do my duty and fuck my way through the filly dragons of Astria-Helena, but until then, give me all the boys I could take.
“Well, consider those days to be a part of your past. You’re mine now, boy.”
He stared at me in silence for several seconds, as if contemplating what to do next. His eyes held a certain level of fear, and I knew he was getting to that fight or flight moment. He made his decision when he attempted to run. I caught up with him with ease before he could make it to the back door. I slammed him against the refrigerator, rattling the thing and knocking several boxes of cereal off the top.
“Really? You thought you could get away from me?” I asked. I was insulted that he’d tried to pull that stunt.
“You can’t do this! I’m protected by the Laws of Citizenship!” he yelled.
“Youwereprotected by them until the King granted me special permission. Now, you will be mine, boy, to train and fuck whenever I want. You will serve me, and you will be happy to do so.”
“Fuck you!” He lunged at me, hitting my midsection. I stood my ground and he bounced off me and stumbled backward until he regained his balance.
I smiled. “I like the fight in you, boy.”
“I will always fight you, you son of a bitch!”
