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“I'll pay to keep her there for as long as you're in my bed.” And I mean every word. “Right. Now let's get you comfortable.”
He looks at me like I'm insane, but soon the chains won't bother him after I use him, he'll appreciate the rest.
Comfortable involves removing the clothing which have collected around his restraints, and adding a collar.
He says nothing as I bring the thick leather band over, but his eyes open wide at the sight. Soon he will come to love this permanent sign of my affection and ownership. It fits snugly around his throat, locking in place. Instead of throwing away the key like I want, I place it in the little drawer beside the bed as a sign of hope for the boy. I won't ever need it again. Fixing the chain from the collar to the bed makes him shudder.
“My perfect treasure. So good for your master.”
Those words have him shuddering again.
“Yes, beautiful boy. You are perfect and I am your master. For the next two days at least.” I release one wrist, pull his t-shirt free and reattach the binding. I then do the same with his knees, discarding the unsexy joggers.
“Lie back on display for me. Your body is mine.”
He obeys, his parted knees expose him exceptionally. Even when Caeo enters, the boy does nothing to cover himself. Caeo leaves the form on the side table. There is no hurry to have my tired boy sign, the form doesn't actually mean anything.
As expected, he's asleep before I've finished cleaning his cum off the walls. Cleaning it into a mug. I have a plan for this. And a dinner to plan. And no, the two aren't mutually exclusive.
thirteen
Porter
Iwakefeelinggreat.My muscles ache like the morning after working, nothing unusual there. But the bed is softer and warmer. I know it's because I'm not home. I know I'm in the home of the biggest drug dealer in the area. I know he fucked me harder than anyone has fucked me before. I know it shouldn't feel as good as it does. Sitting up, I examine my body. The wrist cuffs are still locked around my limbs, but no chain attaches them. The leg brace is gone and while I can feel the collar, the chain pinning me to the wall is gone. I can get up and move freely around the room.
There's a sheet of paper on the dresser, with a pen and a post-it note. To the left is a plate of breaded breakfast products and I hungrily snatch a muffin. Munching gratefully, I read the note.
Sign the form. My home is your home until our agreement ends. Your clothes are in the end wardrobe.
The contract is a fancy document, stating that I belong to Knox until nine am on Monday, in return, my sister and mother will be well cared for until the agreement ends.
Until the agreement ends! So he either wants to keep me captive longer or he plans to kill me. My sister and Mum need me to stay here for as long as possible to keep them safe.
I sign the form. I'd do anything to protect them.
After eating my fill, I explore the room, finding a few items of clothing hanging in the end wardrobe that would fit me. I use the bathroom first, washing in a huge shower that sprays water at me from all directions.
Could I put up with his collar for this shower alone?
If I take too long at home, the hot water runs out. I feel like the hot water will never end here.
After drying with a fluffy towel, I look in the mirror at myself. Knox’s bite mark is swollen and still tender. As I run a finger across it my traitor of a cock jumps to attention. Who knew I had a thing for biting. I head back into the bedroom and get dressed in the new clothes. It's just a t-shirt and joggers, but the quality is obvious. There are no shoes, but I wasn't wearing any when I got here so he doesn’t know my size.
The door opens when I try it. I'm free to leave the bedroom. I look up and down the hall to see if there is anyone waiting by the door. I’m really surprised that I have completely free reign. Why would he trust me like this? Does he really believe I won’t try to escape?
Everything about this place screams money, even the decor on the wall. I've just got woodchip wallpaper at home, and I've picked all of the wood chips off over the years. This carpet feels amazing under my bare feet.
I would have loved to grow up here, with money. I'd love to be able to walk away from the dancing - or at least the men who watch me. I love the dancing part. The upstairs is just bedrooms. Every door opens to a beautifully set up room, and none of them look lived in. There's no point comparing them to my tiny box room, but all of these are bigger than Mum's comfortable double. I find seven extra bedrooms in all and three locked doors. It's all genuinely nice but what I want is downstairs. If I can find my sister, there's a chance we could get out of here. I haven’t seen any guards yet; we might be able to sneak away. Then we find mum and make a run for it. It’s just a matter of figuring out which door gets me to the basement.
Heading down the stairs, I remember being dragged up here, but at the time I wasn’t paying attention to how I got up here. So many deep oak doors in this maze of cream walls. The only way to find my sister is to try all the doors. I just have to try to be fast.
There's a kitchen, dining room, living room, all of them huge, tidy, and amazing. Just opening the door isn't enough, I have to enter each room to look around. It's not until I'm exploring the kitchen that I discover I'm not alone here.
“Good morning, poppet.” A chubby lady grins happily at me from across the room. “Are you after some food or just exploring?”
“Exploring. The breakfast was great.”
“Glad you liked it. I'm Gladys, I cook for Mr Thayer. If I'm here, I'm happy to whip you up something. If I'm not, I usually leave a few snacks in the fridge and the cookie jar.”
