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Porter watched him move. Every step was precise, every movement exact.Does he ever make a move that doesn't look calculated?He thought about the kitchen and Jaygen's smile or the way he lunged at him. Was that display in the kitchen more calculation or was there a small part of a wild side in the man?
Jaygen walked to his closet and looked inside before turning around with a heavy black flogger in his hands. Porter swallowed thickly and shivered as his eyes moved from the flogger to Jaygen's serious face. The man tilted his head, an impatient expression painted onto his perfect features.
"I told you to get undressed."
Porter bit his bottom lip, some of the fire gone out of him a bit. "W-what if I don't want to?"
Jaygen waved a hand at the door. "Then you're free to leave, but I already know that you won't." He stepped forward and Porter forgot how to breathe. "You want this. No," he searched Porter's face. "You need this, Pretty. Don't you?"
He shook his head. "I-I'm not some freak," Porter whispered. "I don't want to be hurt."
"Didn't I tell you to never lie to me?" Jaygen crossed the room in a few quick strides and loomed over Porter. "Try again," he growled.
Porter swallowed thickly. No matter how much he tried to tell himself he didn't want it, seeing Jaygen standing there, the flogger in his hands and a commanding look on his face, it excited him. He pressed his thighs together and finally gave in. There was no point in lying to Jaygen. He always knew the truth.
"Okay," Porter whispered. "I want it."
"Look at me." Jaygen wouldn't speak until Porter's nervous eyes met his own. "Seeking out pain is a means of control. It doesnotmake you a freak. So, do you want this?"
Porter's lip trembled. "Yes, Sir," he admitted, unable to turn from Jaygen's gaze. "I want you to hurt me."
"And can I touch you? Will you let me help you, Porter?"
God, he wanted to run. Porter didn't want to be helped or pitied or looked down on by anyone. All he wanted was to go back to the way things were before when no one knew about his twisted little family. But part of him craved someone’s help, someone’s comfort. Even if he didn’t know how to ask for it. He hung his head.
Things can never go back to the way they were.
This was where they were now. Porter's heart wouldn't stop drumming wildly as he finally looked up and nodded.
"Yes, you can touch me," he whispered. "Don't treat me like some kid that's been through bullshit. I want you to be the same Jaygen you've always been. The one that does what he wants and makes me love every minute of it. If you're going to be a bitch about it, I-"
"What did you call me?" Jaygen's fingers shoved into Porter’s hair and tightened making him wince. He grinned up at Jaygen and the blond's grip tightened more forcing a whimper from his lips. "I'm going to enjoy making you cry, Pretty."
Porter licked his lips. "You can try."
Before he could think straight, Jaygen had a claw at his throat. Porter gasped and held in that breath as the claw slid down his neck, over his collarbone, down his thin chest. Jaygen sliced through the black t-shirt that he wore, the dark cotton shorts and the briefs that he'd slipped on that morning.
"I never want to see you wear this again," Jaygen said as he tossed the rags over the side of the bed. "You're not going to hide who you are with us. Ever. Do you understand?"
Porter nodded. "Yes, Sir," he breathed.
Jaygen's lips slipped against Porter's ear. "You're not going to let him take anything else away from you."
Those whispered words held so much fire and aggression that Porter's heart squeezed. No, he wasn't going to allow his father to take one more thing from him. He'd started reverting back to his old self without realizing it. Isolating himself, not allowing himself the comfort of the feminine that he loved. But Jaygen's words were both comforting and an order. He would never let anyone take anything from him ever again.
When Jaygen pulled back, his hungry eyes examined Porter's body. He tried to hide himself, but Jaygen was quick to slap his hands away. He ran his palm down Porter's chest before he pushed his thighs apart. Porter could see him taking in every old scar and the new ones that had slowly begun to fade.
"Turn over." Jaygen glanced up at him. "From now on if I give an order you follow it or your punishment will be much, much worse."
"Yes, Sir." Porter slowly rolled over. Hands gripped his hips and he was pulled onto his knees.
"Hands and knees." Jaygen's voice was soft, but when he met Porter's gaze, he saw something like anticipation on his face. "If you need me to stop you may call ‘red’ but only if you can't possibly take anymore. Do you understand?"
Porter nodded. "Yes, Sir." He felt his stomach tighten. "Jaygen, I-Shit!"
He cried out as the flogger lashed at his back and groaned. Porter glared at Jaygen, but the man only raised a brow. He could see the blond was offering a challenge, but he wasn't so sure if he should bite.
"No more talking," Jaygen announced.
