Page 37 of Slayer

“Yes.” My lips betray me again, but I don't want to be anywhere else.

Knox lifts me up and walks with me up the stairs to the bedroom. He sets me down on the toilet seat and walks over to turn on the shower. I keep my eyes cast down; I don't want to look at him. I flinch when Knox's hands start to rub my shoulders and back. A moan slips out and as I relax forward onto my knees. A hiss escapes as I remember the scratches.

Straightening back up, Knox helps me out of the tiny shirt and way too tight shorts. I just want to get cleaned up and crawl into bed, I just feel so broken.

He accomplished what he set out to do, I guess.

When he strips and trails me into the shower I let him. He grabs the soap and begins washing my back slowly slipping his hands around to my front and over the cuts. I watch the blood wash down the drain.

When he turns me around and plants my back against the wall I don’t fight. But when he drops to his knees in front of me, my cock immediately wakes up. He’s the worst traitor of them all.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to make you feel better,” he growls as he swallows my cock whole.

“Fuck” I moan like the slut I am when it comes to this man.

My hands tangle in his hair as I start to rock my hips, if he wants to do this then he can do it my way. He gets to punish me but right now I'm the one doing the punishing. Choking him on my cock with reckless abandonment. My gasps and whimpers are spurring him on though. He just sucks harder and harder until I’m screaming his name as I bury myself in his throat.

If it wasn’t for him being there I would have collapsed.

As it is I only faintly remember him bundling me up and putting me in the bed.

twenty-six

Knox

Mypoorsweetboyrests on my bed after our shower. Caeo brought me the first aid kit and I bandaged up the cuts. He doesn’t realise the hold he has over me. I would never allow someone to dominate me during sex but when my boy started to fuck my throat like he owned me I couldn't make him stop. He needed that control after what he had just been through. And the fact I eagerly handed it over to him shows just how obsessed I am with my treasure.

“You are mine, my precious treasure. No one else's.” I pull the towel from under his waist revealing his trapped cock beneath.

His hand swats sleepily at mine, but I have no devious thoughts on my mind. I will always give my little plaything what he wants and what he needs. He needs to relax, and so I am going to make him as comfortable as possible. I replace the towel with a pair of my sleep trousers.

“Sleep now my precious.” I lie beside him, stroking my hand down his side. I know he isn't sleeping, but resting with his eyes shut is all I can hope for after his panic attack.

Caeo knocks on the door, and as I recognise his knock, I call him in.

“Sorry, Knox.” Caeo speaks softly.

“How is our more unwelcome guest?”

“Bitching that she wants a nice room before she opens her mouth.”

“Peaceful silence then.”

“If only. We just get her moaning about being held against her will.”

“That's unfortunate.”

“We could just kill her. Tell the boy we let her go” Caeo shrugs, sitting in the chair beside the bed. “Now that we know to look for someone selling our drugs, we could find the dealer ourselves.”

“No. I gave him my word. We don't kill her or the mum. They are both under my protection,” I insist firmly. I want to make a point to my resting boy that I don't have to be a murderer to be a successful crime lord. “But we don't have to give her a bigger room. She will tell me what I want, or she will move to the smaller cage when the agreement is up. No one gets to talk the way she did about my boy.”

“I've arranged for Mrs Ellis to be collected at ten by our guys and taken to the rehab under the pretence of...”

“Thank you,” I nod. Porter only needs to know I kept my word, not how we managed to do it.

I wish there was a way to rid us of the whole Annie problem. If she just told me what I wanted to know, I could be free of her. Although, my usual way to be free of someone would be concrete boots. I could give her to Gavriil, and keep my promise to let him torture someone, but I was hoping I would have found her dealer by then. I have a feeling my continuing arrangement with Porter will rely on her safety.

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