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Phillip scoots his chair back and Mr. Kemper drags it back toward him. I place my hand on my gun, ready in case the man goes too far. I don't want to make a scene today but will if I have to. This is supposed to be better than Phillip swallowing drugsbut it doesn't feel that way right now. Not when he's in the room with a man who's a bigger monster than I am. Not only does he enjoy younger men, he also likes hurting them. He's one sick son of bitch for how he's left so many of his past lovers after he was done with them. Missing limbs, cut from nose to navel, and even skinned alive or left with burns in their private areas.
My gut twists, and it seems like Phillip and Mr. Kemper are moving in slow motion. Mr. Kemper needs to drink faster. Phillip goes to the bed and throws himself on it, stretching out. Mr. Kemper tosses his drink back and sets the glass behind him while standing up. Swaying, he grabs onto the chair and tenses where he stands.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Phillip's lips move and Mr. Kemper stays where he is, struggling to move. Smiling and looking right at the camera, Phillip gets to his feet. He slowly approaches the other man and guides him back into the chair. Using a napkin, he grabs the glass and places it in the convulsing man's hand. He blows a kiss at the camera and then at Mr. Kemper before washing his own glass in the bathroom. Moving around the room, he wipes down everything he's touched, and the last thing I see is his hand over the lenses before the screen goes black. The room door opens and he quietly shuts it behind him, smiling sweetly.
“Hi,” he mouths to me, balling a napkin between his fingers as he saunters toward me.
“Hi,” I mouth back, not so much as a whisper escaping my lips. Smiling softly, he grabs my hand and we leave the hotel. Neither of us speaks until we're outside in the parking lot, the air feeling sticky and warm.
“You know what today is, right?” He nudges me in the side.
“Bloody Tuesday?” I lift a brow, guiding him to the car.
“Nope. There was no blood involved with that one. Guess again.”
“Five days before your favorite show releases a new episode?”
“Ugh. No.” He circles around the car, tugging at the handle.
I shrug. “I give up then.”
When we're both inside the car, I reach into the back and grab a gift bag with pink tissue paper sticking out. His eyes light up and his pout changes back into a smile when I set the gift in his lap.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
Not waiting another second, he tugs at the tissue paper and reaches inside. Gasping, he pulls out a medium-sized blue stuffed dinosaur and squeezes it tight. “I love him, Daddy. He's perfect.”
“Now when I hold you, you can hold something other than the pillow.”
“My arms get lonely and I like the comfort of something between them.” Smiling happily, he nudges his nose into the top of the stuffie’s head.
“I know, and that's why I thought he'd be perfect, or she. Whichever you decide.”
His lips shift and he makes a thinking face before saying, “He.”
“What's his name?” I tuck a pink strand of hair behind his ear.
“Archie.” He squeezes it tighter. Fuck, he’s adorable.
“That's a good name. You and Archie ready to go home?”
Looking away, he shoves the small camera in the glove box. “And to eat some dinner and shower with Daddy.”
“I'm ready for all that too.” Leaning toward him, I kiss his lips, our tongues briefly sliding together. He kisses Archie, holding him away from his body only long enough to put his seat belt on. I wonder if he'll use his new friend the way he sometimes uses the pillow in the morning.
As soon as I'm pulling onto the road, he shows me I don’t have to wait much longer to get my answer by shoving Archie over his erection. Rolling his hips, he looks at me, pressing the blue dinoharder against his cock. This shouldn't be sexy but somehow he pulls it off, licking his lips and taking out his cock. He lines his straining length between the stuffie’s legs and bucks his hips, fucking between them.
“You're going to make me wreck.”
“Then keep your eyes on the road,” he says cheekily.
Struggling to focus on what I'm supposed to, I exit the highway and pull into an empty parking lot of an abandoned building.
He's still writhing against his new gift, eyes closed, as sweet moans fill the car. Fuck. I thought I needed to touch and feel him earlier. I definitely do now.
“Mr. Kemper was so close to having me like this today. So close to using my body. Things could have gone very wrong.”
I shudder. “But they didn't.” I tug off my seat belt.
