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Tonight I wait for Mateo to get away from his prison. I'm sitting in my car, parked down the road for a long time, hoping no one has noticed. The trees are bare of any leaves and the sky is gray and foggy when I glance out the window. I spot someone walking through the large iron gate. Someone with a thick coat on, lowering his head between his shoulders. As he gets farther away from the house, his curly brown hair blowing in the wind is more apparent and it can be only one person. Mateo.
He is walking across the road and down the narrow sidewalk, following a line of trees. I wait until he is further down the road to follow him. He walks faster, hurrying down a rock path, passing a swing set and heading toward an empty field.
My little princesa is going for a stroll in the park. The path he follows leads to a trail. I park my car and get out, attempting to catch up to him. He runs faster and I pick up my pace. His laughter tells me he knows it's me and this is all part of some little game. “Where are you going? A pretty little thing should know better than to run from the big bad wolf.”
“Because…” I jump between two trees, following the crunching leaves and snickering. “I always...catch…” staying light on my feet, sneaking up behind him. “My prey!” I grab him by the waist and press him against the tree. His breath quickens and I lick along the shell of his ear. “Hola, sweetness. Did you miss me?”
He pants in between words, slipping his jacket off his shoulders. “I...did...I got your gift.”
“Did you? I guess we better check how well you follow directions.”
I slide my fingers down the back of his pants, immediately coming in contact with the skin of his fleshy globes. I flick the strap of his underwear against his lower back and he moans.
“So beautiful.” He whimpers and squirms when I slip my hand beneath the back of his pants, coming into contact with soft lace.
I smile, knowing he followed directions when my fingers slip between his cheeks, finding the plug sinking deeper into his hole at the press of my fingers. “Ohhh…” He shudders, trembling from my touch. “Someone followed instructions. How long has this been inside you?”
More whines spew from his lips when I twist the toy around inside his hole. “Off and on all day.”
His skin is salty and sweet when I flick my tongue over the clavicle of his neck. “Did you play with yourself today?”
He shakes his head, and more frustration erupts from his body. He wiggles his ass against my fingers, begging my hand to move against the plug. “No. Only to open myself up to get the plug in.”
“Did you want to?”
“Ye...yes,” he sputters.
“Why didn't you?”
“Because you told me not to?” His voice waivers.
“Why did you listen?”
“Because…” He takes a breath. “You are the musician and I am your instrument, and only you are allowed to make me sing.”
“That's right.” I tug off his shirt and go back to playing with his ass while I untie the ribbons hanging off the bottom of his corset.
He shudders as I move the plug in and out, rubbing it against his sweet spot. “Oh, god…”
“The only person's name you should be saying is mine,” I whisper against his ear, loosening the corset enough for it to fall around his waist. I've never touched him below his chest before. He hasn't let me. What's he hiding? Will he let me see tonight?
“Oh, Gabriel, please.”
“Please, what?”
“I don't...I...ohhhh.”
I spin him around, slamming his back against the tree, and his head falls against the rough bark, eyes half lidded. My gaze shifts from the bulging veins in his neck to the pink lines covering his stomach. The carved words have my throat going dry.
I remember those same words coming from a vile man's throat many years ago as he spat them, before carving them into a young boy's stomach. Bile threatens to run up my throat and I swallow hard, tracing my fingers on the scarred letters. Mateo’s stomach contracts and he flinches at my touch with his eyes flying open, as if he hadn't realized the top part of his body had been uncovered. He shuffles his hands in front of his stomach. “Where is my corset?”
“Shh...it's okay, baby. You're okay. I got you.”
Ahh, so this is why he always wears it. At least one of the reasons. “Where is it?” He searches around him frantically, not letting his hands break from his stomach. His gaze falls to his waist and he covers himself up, holding the corset in place as he struggles to tighten the back with shaking hands. I try to help and he shoves me away.
“I wish you'd at least let me help you.” I hold his shirt out to him, and he snatches it from my hands. “I have to go now.”
“How about you calm down first and talk to me instead?”
