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“Rule 4, sir. I got out of bed without permission.” Carter swallows hard, trying not to cry. “And I’m really,reallysorry, sir. I’m so sorry.”
“Mmm.” Sir passes in front of him, entering his walk-in closet. Carter can’t tear his eyes away from the tensing and twitching of the man’s ass and thighs. It’s unfair how attractive he is. Men like him should have to look like the monsters they are. It’s only right.
When sir returns from the closet, he’s holding something in his hands. He puts it behind his back before Carter can see what it is. “Are you ready to tell me why you broke the rule yet?”
Carter sinks in on himself, feeling both empty and overfull.
“Because I’mbad, sir,” he admits, his voice cracking in grief. He clears his throat and forces himself to repeat the truth. “I’m really,reallybad, sir.”
The sound sir makes is pained and broken, but Carter reminds himself it surely can’t be regarding him. Sir probably saw a text, or maybe he’s remembering how truly bad Carter is and debating what to do with him.
Or maybe Carter has gone insane and sir didn’t make an abnormal sound at all.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” sir encourages, his fingers nudging below Carter’s chin. Carter tilts his head back to meet sir’s gaze. He looks different than he had a moment ago. Haunted, somehow.
Unless Carter is going insane, which he has already decided could very well be a thing, sir’s voice even has a slight tremble to it when he speaks again. “You’re not bad, sweetheart. Not at all. You acted bad. You made a mistake. When your punishment is over, you’ll be forgiven. You’ll be my good boy again. That’s how this works. Understood?”
Carter nods, sniffling as he fights back tears of relief. Sir’s fingertips dance across his cheekbone, making him shiver before sir lowers himself to one knee. It feels wrong to be at the same level as sir, but Carter would never dare say so. It’s not like his opinion matters anyway.
Sir presses his forehead against Carter’s, his eyes falling closed. “Why’d you do it, sweetheart? Why’d you leave me?”
Carter’s chest constricts at sir’s words. He’s not asking why Carter left the bed, not really. He’s asking why Carter lefthim. It should be such a small difference, but it’s not. It’s everything.
“I was so afraid, sir…”
Sir opens his eyes, keeping his forehead against Carter’s as he peers into Carter’s eyes. The position forces sir’s breath to fan across Carter’s face. He smells like scotch tonight. Carter could inhale him forever.
“You were afraid of me?”
“Yes,” Carter admits in a whisper, feeling as if they’re sharing secrets. Very big secrets.Maybe they are.“I was terrified, sir.”
“That I’d hurt you?”
“No. I – I was terrified that I’d want you…” Carter presses his forehead harder against sir’s, desperate for him to understand. Heneedssir to understand. His voice shakes as he forces the truth out. “You made me feel so good, sir. You – you made mewantyou. I don’t want to want you.”
Sir cradles the left side of Carter’s face in his big palm. Carter can’t help but lean into the touch, his nose tracing the lines in his skin. It feels good. So very good.
“Don’t run from me again.” Carter can’t help but feel like the words aren’t an order. They sound so much more like a desperate plea. “Let yourself feel good, sweetheart. Let yourself want me. Lord knows I want you.” Sir laughs, the sound breathy and frustrated. “I want you so much I’m going fucking crazy.”
“It’s… wrong.”
“Who cares? You’re mine now. Forever. You won’t get away. Your idiot brother isn’t coming to save you. Trust me, I don’t let my possessions go until I want to, and I don’t plan on ever wanting that with you.” Sir runs a thumb along Carter’s bottom lip, pulling his head back just enough to meet Carter’s gaze. “So, stop fighting me. Stop making yourself miserable, making yourself guilty. Let it feel good. Let yourself like it. Let yourselfwantit. Wantme. Because it’s going to happen to you either way, sweetheart.”
Carter’s eyes burn, but he nods. Sir is right. It would be so much easier to just give in. To find every ounce of silver lining in his situation and milk it for all it’s worth.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Carter whispers, wiping a tear from his cheek. “I – I won’t run again. I promise.”
“Good.” Sir sighs. “Because I really fucking hate hurting you.”
Before Carter can wrap his mind around that, sir leans forward to press his lips against Carter’s. Carter gasps, caught by surprise, and sir takes advantage of the opportunity by sliding his tongue between Carter’s parted lips. He licks his way into Carter’s mouth, then carefully pulls his tongue back with a flick to Carter’s, almost like he’s tagging him. Carter chases, tasting scotch in sir’s mouth as he mirrors his movements. Sir smiles into the kiss, their teeth clacking. Then he grabs Carter’s head in a tight grip and holds him perfectly still as he takes complete control of the interaction.
Sir doesn’t pull away until Carter is breathless.
“I have something for you,” the man says quietly, seeming to be unfairly unaffected by the kiss that just spun Carter’s whole world. When Carter looks at the hand sir lifts between them, he can’t help but smile. Grin even.
His moose.
Carter had left the small stuffed animal in the closet this morning, having been unable to grab it when sir woke him so violently. Part of him had worried that sir got rid of it as an extra punishment. But he didn’t. It’s still here.
