Page 40 of Bazooka
“Okay?”
“You will do exactly what I say, when I say it. If I say jump, you will jump. You won’t question me, and you won’t disagree with me. And last but not least, you won’t leave this apartment without me by your side… ever. Wait, do you have a job?”
“Not at the moment. I mean, I work when I have to.”
Okay, he just lied to me. I didn’t push it, though, because I had other ways of making him talk.
“What about your job?” Luz asked me. “You can’t babysit me twenty-four seven.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I mused. “We still have three more sketches to do, but we can do them at the station. That way, you can look at some mugshots, too.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Luz said, sounding excited. “Being a cop by proxy. I’m stoked. Maybe I can even help you catch that Mendoza guy.”
“You will do no such thing,” I said sternly. “You won’t be a pest, and you won’t interfere with my work. You will be good. Repeat after me.”
“I will be good.”
“Raise your hips.”
When he did what I said, I pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his ass. I started to apply the cream to the bruise on his hip, only to realize that he’d turned deathly quiet.
“What is it? Did I cross a boundary of some kind?” I said, smirking.
“Thossosite,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“What was that?”
“The opposite,” he said, clearing his throat.
“Does it hurt, or…?”
“No, it feels… nice.”
“What do you mean, nice?”
Luz shook his head in… frustration?
“Don’t ask me questions you don’t want answers to, Bazooka.”
He got me confused, but when he let out a moan of pleasure, I got unconfused. I also removed my hand from his ass.
“You’re impossible. Stop humping my bed, Luz.”
“Can I ask you a question?” he said, sounding almost in pain.
“Okay?”
“Am I allowed to jerk off while I’m here?”
“No,” I scoffed. “Don’t tell me you can’t restrain yourself for a short period of time?”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because you turn me the fuck on, Baz.”
I let out a heavy sigh, gave up, and left the room.
