The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

7

I sat on the couch in Vic's living room late at night. I had been here for two days now. I still felt a little out of place living in a stranger's apartment but I felt comfortable around Vic. Speak of him, he went to bed about an hour ago, leaving me to do whatever I wanted. I opted for watching some TV.

We didn't have sex tonight. I didn't question why. I supposed he didn't have to be in the mood all the time. He didn't even try to approach me in that manner. He came home with food, we ate, didn't talk much. It was almost like casually hanging out with a roommate. I wasn't even naked the whole time. He told me to put my boxers on. It made me question to myself if there was something wrong with me. I figured I was being silly.

I sighed deeply. I was getting bored with this movie. It was about time I turned in to bed. I got up, turning the TV off. It was eerily quiet tonight. Not even the sounds of the city reached the apartment. My old apartment was much nosier. Strangely I kind of missed it, but I would never go back there, at least not while Vic still wants me here.

I went into my room. My room. I was probably the only person in history who slept in a room like this. Handcuffs and ropes attached to the bed? Drawers filled with toys and whips? A freaking cage in the corner!? It definitely wasn't normal, but it felt right to me. At least I had a few things in here that I brought from home like some books and the few clothing items I owned.

I switched off the light and went over to my bed. I took off my boxers and slipped between the silk sheets. Nothing felt as good as silk against a naked body. That was a lie. I could think of quite a few things that felt a whole lot better. I shook the thoughts from my mind. I couldn't risk getting turned on, not with Vic's no touching myself rule. That was down-right cruel of him to enforce.

I hummed in comfort. This was nice. My old bed wasn't this comfortable. It wasn't even close. Even though I wasn't feeling all that tired, I kind of just wanted to shut my body off for a while. Life had other plans though. Before I had a chance to settle down, the door opened.

A dull light flooded the darkened room. I propped myself up on my elbows only to see Vic standing in the doorway. He left it open and stepped inside. He looked like a God standing there shirtless with the light behind him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well..." He said as he started towards me, "I was planning on giving you a little break...giving you a night to let everything sink in, but then I realized I'd rather be the one sinking in."

Oh. The way he had with words was so forward but at the same time he spoke so slowly and calm. He already had me speechless. He came over and slipped his pants off. I was suddenly so thankful for doing as I was told and sleeping naked.

"Have I scared you?" He asked.

I shook my head, no. In the dim light I noticed the smirk on his face. There was something about him tonight. It was something that made him that little bit more devious and cheeky. He climbed onto the bed. My gaze travelled with him as he got on top of me. His weight pressed against mine had me breathing heavily.

"You didn't tell me you has asthma." He said as he ran his fingertips through my hair.

"Shut up." I snapped.

He tightened his fingers around my locks as he glared at me.

"I was joking." He said through gritted teeth. I gasped as he pulled my head back into the pillow.

"I'm sorry, sir." I whispered.

"Are you?" He asked. He pulled my hair hard.

"Ah! Yes." I cried out.