Page 31 of Beg for Death
And he would thank me for it.
I walked over to him and Felix cowered. He moved against the counter on instinct and a smile tugged at my lips. There was concern written all over that pretty little face of his.
"Why are you running away?" I asked. "It's almost like you're guilty of something."
"Me? No!" he said quickly. "I didn't do anything, sir!"
I raised a brow. "You sure? I think I remember the last few days, you’ve been very pushy with your behavior. Trying to getsome kind of rise out of me? Is that what you think is going to happen?" I invaded his space more. "You snap your fingers and I just come and do whatever the hell you want? Is that what you think this is?"
Felix shook his head harder, his breathing quickening. "No, sir! I-I…"
"No, go on, pequeno,"littleI purred. "Tell me exactly what it is that you're trying to do with this behavior lately. Make it make sense to me."
A whimper slipped past his plump lips. The sound wrapped right around my cock and squeezed. I grinned at him. The look of fear on his face increased. It was entirely too fun to toy with Felix. He didn't know what he wanted. One minute he was dying to provoke me. The next? He looked like he was going to wet his pants when he actually did. And yet when I looked down? His cock was so hard it tented his shorts. He quickly slapped his hands in front of his erection.
Can’t have any of that.
I slapped them away.
"Looks like I need to keep a closer eye on you," I said. "Make sure that you don't get any funny ideas in your head about misbehaving in my home." I reached into the bag and pulled out one of the things I'd bought. The pastel blue collar was covered in little silver stars. Attached to the front was a circular silver ring. "Lift your head."
Felix's eyes were the size of saucers. "A present? For me?”
My eyes narrowed. "Did I say it was a present? Mierda loca. You really have issues, you know that?" I asked. "Lift your damn head already, you're wasting my time."
"Yes, Daddy."
Felix slowly lifted his head. When he gazed at me, something I couldn't really decipher filled his eyes. I didn't like it. My hands gripped his arms and I turned him around sharply. The collarslipped around his throat. I buckled it into place and he gasped softly as the leather settled against his flesh. The coolness of the latch against my fingers was a contrast against his hot skin. I felt a tremor pass through him and brushed a few curls away from beneath the collar. I turned him back to face me.
Without looking at his face yet, I pulled out the leash from my pocket. The click of metal meeting metal as I connected the leash to the O-ring filled the quiet air. The sound felt deafening. I finally glanced up at Felix and he looked like he was going to cry. His eyes were red-rimmed and shiny. I glared.
"Now what the hell is wrong with you, boy?"
"I like it," he whispered as he touched the leather. "It fits perfectly. How did you get the right size?"
I dropped the leash quickly. Crouching, I went behind him and entered the code into the lock. When it came free, I pocketed the lock and removed the shackle. I'd been taking him out more often lately, and you could tell. The red mark around his ankle was growing lighter. I touched it. Nothing hurt, just a bit warm from where the shackle had rubbed. I stood again and picked up the leash. He didn't need to know I'd measured his throat a few nights ago, the measuring tape wrapped around his neck. For a moment, I'd thought about squeezing it tighter and tighter until he woke up gasping, until he turned blue, until…
I couldn't. The thought of not having him around to fill the silence was annoying. Yes, the boy was an annoying ass gnat, but he was mine to use and toy with until I grew tired of him. Or until I was ready to see Jasper really fucking bleed.
"Come," I said, tugging the leash.
Felix stumbled forward. "Where are we going?"
I raised a brow. "Did I ask you to speak? I think you're forgetting your place."
Felix uttered a squeak like a scared, trapped little mouse. "No, Daddy!"
There was that fucking word again. It stirred shit up in me that I didn't want or need to be stirred. I tugged sharply down on the collar and Felix stumbled until he went down in a heap with a second tug. He panted, his ass up in the air, his face resting on his hands on the floor. I watched as he automatically spread his legs, an open invitation to his body.
"You know, I'm starting to think you're a little warped in the head, pequeno," I said as I raised a brow. "And a whole lot of a whore."
He giggled.
The fuckergiggled.
I stared down at him. What a sick, twisted little brat. I reached down, fisted a handful of his curls and crouched in front of him. He glanced up at me, those big eyes burning into mine with clear desire. Need. It burned through me like a fire and my hand clenched harder, nails digging into his scalp. He cuddled into my grip, a moan on his lips.
"Stop that," I snapped. "This is not your getting-to-enjoy-yourself time. This is your need-your-ass-beat-for-pushing-all-my-buttons time. You got that,perra?"
