Page 37 of On Your Knees

Instead, I’m shushing him and holding him. And though I’m shaking with all the things that are supposed to be happening, I’m glad they’re not.

So I curl around him and hold off the demons.

TWELVE

Levi

I wake up in a huge, comfortable bed. It’s my second time today waking in a bed that’s not mine, but this time is different. I’m different.

Ethan is gone, but he was here, with me. He was… inside me. I’m not a virgin anymore. I’ve been… fucked.

Under the covers, I reach behind myself, slipping my fingers between my cheeks to touch my hole. I explore the unfamiliar tenderness. I push inside a little and shudder as arousal spills warmly into my groin.

Ethan fucked me. It made me come, more than once. I didn’t even know that was possible.

Other things happened too, but my mind can’t seem to hold onto them. Everything is centered on the memory of him inside me. The way he moved. The way he wanted me. I felt it. I had to feel it because I couldn’t see it. Even when it was over, he stayed with me. He took care of me. I fell asleep with him holding me. I don’t know how to comprehend that.

He’s gone now, but I can still smell his clean, masculine scent. I’m alone, but I can feel everywhere he touched me. I need it again. I need him.

I slide out of the bed and look around. The room is probably ten times the size of my whole apartment. It’s a little bare, but it’s beautiful and clean, and the floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city in a way that makes it, too, look beautiful and clean.

I think I am in another world. It’s like I’ve gone through a portal into an entirely different reality. I could be anyone here.

I walk into the bathroom in a sort of daze. My mind feels open in a way that I’m not used to. My body feels fluid in spite of its soreness. More than fluid.

Alive.

Even peeing feels different. I feel aware of my body as a physical thing. I feel aware of it as a sexual thing. Even now, my cock is slightly engorged.

I wash my hands then comb my hair with my fingers, staring at myself in a large, crystal-clear mirror. My eyes are different. I touch my throat, remembering the strap there. I trace the faint line on my chest. I thought he cut me, but he didn’t. There are red marks, though, between my legs. I squeeze them, remembering. More blood flows to my cock.

I walk out of the bathroom and through the bedroom to the door. I open it. I’m at the end of the hallway that I explored a little this morning when I was looking for Ethan. This time, I know where he is. I can hear him in the kitchen.

I walk that way, emerging into the penthouse’s huge, open space to see Ethan, in gray sweats and a white T-shirt, chopping tomatoes at the kitchen island. I halt.

Ethan looks up, dark eyes locking on me. His wavy dark hair is a little messy and very sexy. I understand that word now. Sexy. His lips tug to one side.

“There you are,” he says and motions for me to come.

I walk toward him, aware of the increasing heaviness of my cock. It bobs slightly with my movement.

Ethan sets his knife aside and swipes his hands on a towel. As I round the island, I find my eyes dropping to his groin, where I can see the fat length of his cock pressing against the material. He must not be wearing the cage. He took it off to fuck me. My own cock twitches, thickening further.

Ethan walks toward me, stopping mere inches away. His fingers play under my jaw as though to tilt my head back, but it’s already back. I’m staring up at him.

He asks, “Did you notice that you’re naked?”

I shiver. I don’t know how to reply. I’m simply not thinking like that.

Ethan’s other hand reaches down and wraps around my cock. I gasp at the contact. I moan when he strokes me.

“This is dangerous,” Ethan rumbles. “We have to get you something if you’re going to work in here.”

I don’t even try to understand. I’m in a wonderful place where I don’t have to.

Ethan releases me. When he walks away, I follow him. He reaches around a doorway into what looks like a pantry. He grabs a white apron and puts it on me. I close my eyes, shuddering, as the cloth brushes my stiff dick. Ethan crosses the ties behind my back and pulls them around front, securing them in a bow. Below that, my dick is tenting the fabric.

I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. Or maybe… I’m in my own body for the first time.