Page 26 of Not Another Dark Romance

I wrap the end of the chain around the bottom of the pole, adding a lock to attach it to itself around the beam. It’s a strong chain, advertised to be able to hold three times what I guess Mason weighs, but I tug it a few times to confirm it’s not going anywhere before attaching the other end to the collar’s buckle. I put it around Mason’s neck and secure it before attaching the final lock that will keep him from removing the collar.

If I was worried about him hurting himself at all, this would probably be a terrible plan, but I guess if he wanted to kill himself, he’d just be doing me a favor. Giving him the freedom to move around a few extra feet is probably worth it. Even with his new freedom, he’s still in the middle of the room, so he can’t reach anything. Plus, he looks absolutely thrilled, so I think it was the right decision.

“Okay, I’m going to take these handcuffs off for a second from around the pole, but I got shorter ones that you’ll still have to use.”

He groans. “Do I really need the cuffs? I promise I’m not going to attack you or try to escape or whatever. I just really want to jerk off, and having the handcuffs on while I do it is way too awkward. Believe me. I’ve been trying for days.”

“What the fuck? I don’t need to know that.” I can’t help but picture his attempt though, and it does seem like a horrible setup to get off. Fuck, what is he doing to me? Why am I picturing him touching himself?

He snorts a laugh. “Oh my god, you literally just chained me to a collar you bought at a sex shop. Don’t pretend like you’re some pure virgin now.”

“I’m not. I just…” I trail off. I never know how to respond to him. He’s so fucking confusing.

“Pretty please, Kidnap Daddy? I’ve been so horny the whole time I’ve been here, between how sexy you are and all the kidnapping fantasies I’d envisioned, then the book we listened to. I’m dying.”

“I wish you were dead,” I say automatically, but it’s weak.

He laughs again. “No, you don’t. Please, just let me come. You can put the fancy new cuffs on me after I get off. I promise I’ll be so good for you, Daddy.”

“I can’t leave you down here alone without your handcuffs on,” I argue because who knows what he could do? Even though it seems unlikely he could create a weapon from the almost nothing down here, I can’t take the chance.

His smile grows mischievously. “Then don’t leave.”

I shake my head. There’s no way I’m staying down here while he jerks off. No way. That crosses so many lines, but once again, my dick seems to have forgotten that it’s a man asking to get off in front of me as it starts to thicken.

“Pleeeeease,” he whines. “I’ve never been this desperate. It won’t take long at all. Just sit on the stairs while I stroke myself. You don’t even have to watch… unless voyeurism is your kink. I don’t judge.”

Fuck. The filthy words coming out of his mouth aren’t helping my dick calm down, and if I’m being completely honest, the visual of someone chained to a collar below me is also making it very difficult for me not to get a full-on erection right now.

But even if I don’t want to witness it, I am sympathetic to his situation. If I knew I only had a little bit of time left on Earth I’d want to experience as many orgasms as I possibly could… This is just like him and the audiobook all over again. That’s all. It’s because I feel so bad about what I have to do that denying him any positive thing in his final days feels extra cruel.

Fuck. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.

Because I feel bad for him. Not because I’m curious.

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“Fine,” Zane grumbles.

Fine? Fine as in… “You’re going to uncuff me to let me jerk off?” I can’t hold the excitement back from my voice. I’m finally going to be able to comfortably get off down here in my captor’s basement. Maybe even while he watches! What a dream come true.

“Yes, just don’t make it weird. I’m only doing this because I’m going to kill you soon, and I feel bad not letting you get off once more before you die.”

He keeps saying that, but I still don’t believe him. He’s not very convincing. He should honestly work on that. But for now, I have more important things to focus on.

“Uncuff me, Daddy.” I hold my arms out so they are a little slack around the support beam so he can easily uncuff me. Zane looks nervous as if he doesn’t trust that I won’t immediately strangle him. “Listen, I promise I’ll be a good boy for you. I just want to freely touch my dick, that’s all. I’ll stay right here, and you can watch every stroke. No funny business.”

He scoffs. “I don’t want to watch you, but I don’t trust you. So just, fuck…” He trails off as he turns my wrist to unlock the left one first. “Don’t make me regret this or I’ll kill you now, and you won’t get to come one last time.” Then he moves to the right one, and suddenly, I’m free.

I immediately rub my wrists, alternating because, ow. “God, my wrists are sore. Hopefully I can jerk myself off, but with how much pain I’m in, I might need you to do it for me, Captor Daddy.”

“I’m not touching your dick,” Zane spits out immediately—a telltale sign he’s lying in my mind. He might not touch me now, but I think he’s still hesitating because he’s never been with a man before, not because he actually doesn’t want to.

Despite his constant threats, I can’t shake the feeling we’d actually be good together. He’s been giving me great food, keeps upgrading my space to make me more comfortable, buys me audiobooks, and he always checks in and communicates with me. He’s also so good with Piet. I don’t believe for a second he wants to kill me. I think he’s just scared. He’s so concerned about his friends’ futures. It’s sweet.

I just need to try harder to convince him to believe me when I assure him I won’t turn him in, then I’m sure I’ll get his fingers on my dick in no time. He’ll be a great boyfriend. Him collaring me so I can jerk off is so fucking hot and possessive. If I forget about the whole not-being-able-to-leave part, this basement is basically a luxury hotel, and he’s my servant.

“Alright, well, jerk off or whatever. Hurry up.” Zane motions to me like I’m keeping him from something important.