The only help that lives with us is him and our attendant, a middle-aged woman who spends most of her time attending to Atlas or Abigail. As a college student, I can take care of myself.
With the door of my quarters safely shut and locked, I lie on my bed, pretending to do my homework on my laptop as I mentally return to that dark room. To Cameron.
I want to find him even now, to ask him to be my obedient sweetheart and to feel him please me, just as desperately as I wish to pleasehim.
In truth, Cameron is beautiful. This is something I noticed even as a kid, with his raggedy clothes and wild blond hair. But beauty was never a deciding factor to me; it was always submissiveness.
And Cameron is dripping in both. With his golden hair, stormy gray eyes, and rippling muscles, his body and face greatly contradict his personality. I pride myself on being able to read people—it’s good for business—and from him, I read exactly what I hope is the truth.
He needs me.
Remembering how he tasted, how his lips felt against mine, how he shuddered and fell apart after telling meyes, I can make these decisions for him, makes my heart thunder.
And my cock swell.
The zipper of my slacks digs into my hardening length, but I ignore it. Pulling myself out and thrusting into my own hand doesn’t sound nearly as satisfying as rutting againsthim, as hearing his breathy whimpers and feeling his trembling hands on my skin.
Like he’sbeggingme to take control.
If I weren’t certain that he’s currently nursing a hangover and preparing to start work tomorrow, I’d find him right now. I’d drive into town and ask around until I found his house, and then I’d take him, teaching him just how pleasurable it can be to give up his control. To feed it to me.
Cameron gives off thelookthat he’s a strong, dependable man. He’s a hard worker, someone who supports his family and appears to be the epitome of an independent, confident man. All of these things I learned from Cassie, who answered all my questions without a hint of suspicion last night.
But I can see him. I can see him for what he truly is: a man in desperate need of protection, guidance, and an outlet to plug his submission into.
For some reason, he’s hiding this. He’s battling it. And I want to find out why; I want to dig into his psyche and bleed the truth out of his bloodstream. Then, I will use it against him until he drops those walls and crumbles.
This thought alone is enough to make my cock jump, excited and aware.
But I can wait. I’ll sit by idly until I have him alone again, ready to tear him to shreds and have him sobbing in relief. In pleasure.
I just have toseehim. He has to seeme.
Then, it’s game on.
Checkmate, Cameron.
Cameron
4
IT’S 5 A.M., ANDI start work at Uncle Danny’s auto shop at 9. This means that I have plenty of time to get my run in, and it’s early enough to avoidher. My mother.
Ever since Dad died when I was barely five years old, she’s been on an endless bender. How we managed to survive until I grew old enough to support us, I’m unsure. But her misery and anger over losing her soulmate seem to have crushed her.
It has turned her into a violent, tormented thing.
But she’s still my mother, the only immediate family I have left.
Last night, she was up late, partying with a few of her drinking buddies. Luckily, she did it attheirplace this time, not subjecting me to cleaning the mess they leave behind. But it also means she should be passed out either across town or in her room, out of sight.
With that offering me some relief, I slide on my running shorts and my hoodie, running a hand through my hair as I slip on my sneakers and head out of my room.
Our house is small: two bedrooms, one bath, and filled with crumbling furniture. I don’t think we’ve bought anything new since Dad passed, and most of it was built by him anyway.
I fill my water bottle in the kitchen, doing my best to keep my movements small just in case she is in her room. If I wake her now, it’ll be hell to pay.
But as I walk into the living room, I realize my caution was in vain. Mom is walking through the front door, her blonde hair matted and her face a canvas of tired, time-worn lines.
