into my mouth again, forcing his cockhead into my sore throat one last time. The invasion served as a gag when I erupted, shooting into my underwear from the feeling of Vincent in my throat, the taste of his cum on my tongue, and his rough hand forcing me to take it all.
“Stand up.” I did as Vincent ordered, my legs trembling.
He rolled my sweats and underwear down, inspecting my soiled groin. The heat in his eyes was mesmerizing.
He leaned forward and suckled on the tip of my spent dick, tasting me. I gasped. After everything we’d done, this was the most intimate he’d ever been with me. His eyes fluttered closed. I didn’t dare to move, but a shudder went through me all the same. The tip of his tongue teased my slit, and he swallowed, then sat back and looked up at me.
“You like my cock in your throat. My filthy boy. You even creamed your pants like a virgin.”
“Thank you so much, Daddy, for letting me taste you.” I trembled.
He licked my softening dick once more, then pulled my sweats back up. He adjusted his jeans and picked up his book again.
“Clean up and go to bed, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I glanced back at him from the bathroom door. Vincent was smiling into his book, his eyes shining.
Okay, so the blow jobs were fantastic. Last night, Vincent had fucked my mouth in the shower. Then he’d fingered me and milked my cock, edging me until I was twitching. The orgasm had been out of this world. My cum burst out of me, flying through the air, and my whole lower body was buzzing. I almost fell asleep standing in the shower stall while he washed my groin.
However, we hadn’t fucked in a few days, and I was craving his cock in me like a junkie.
While he made dinner, I prepped. Fresh out of the shower, I joined him in the kitchen, just as he was plating the pasta. I set the table, we ate, and I cleaned up afterward.
Vincent’s evening routines were quiet. Sometimes, he stayed in the living room. He checked his phone, worked on his iPad, and read one of the three paperbacks he had with him. I’d checked them all during the first week of our confinement: Factfulness by someone named Hans Rosling, 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami, and to my great amusement, a thin volume called Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.
But sometimes Vincent hid in his room, doing what, I had no idea. Tonight, he’d been in there for forty-five minutes already. The kitchen was clean, and I was bored and horny. I looked out the window on the darkening forest, the reflection of the thin sliver of the moon glittering on the lake. I slipped my shoes on, fully aware Vincent was going to be mad at me, and I ventured the few feet outside to the pier. The night was beautiful. There were so many stars. I’d spent most of my life in New York or New Haven, surrounded by the bright man-made lights. I’d forgotten how insignificant one could feel under the magnificent night sky. I took a deep breath and stretched my back. This could’ve been a fantastic vacation if not for the whole secret location and being grounded because of a psycho killer... The lake whispered under my feet, and I closed my eyes, listening to the soft melody of the small waves lapping at the wooden posts.
“Michael!” Vincent barked behind me.
“Yeah?”
“What the fuck are you doing outside again?”
“I just wanted to look at the stars.”
“Couldn’t you wait for me?”
I shrugged. We’d been here for more than two weeks. Nothing had happened. Maybe I was getting reckless, but damn, we were completely hidden here, with no connection to the outside world. I could go a few feet away from the cabin to look at the fucking stars without him giving me written permission.
I’d just managed to stop being afraid all the fucking time, and he was going to ruin it for me. Was he just being overly cautious, or was he keeping things from me? What if real danger lurked around us right now and I courted it like a reckless fool? A sudden tightness in my gut made bile rise into my throat.
He’d reached me by then, and his hand clasped my neck. He shoved me in the direction of the cabin. I went. It wasn’t like I had a choice.
“The rules, Michael.”
“I was literally ten steps away from