Page 19 of Tell No One
“Just so I know, do you want me to be bad?”
“Try it.” Delaney was satisfied he’d found no other camera, only a listening device in the lamp on the bedside table. Which hadn’t been there before.Interesting.
Delaney slapped his hands together and mouthed ‘ouch’.
“That hurt,” Tag yelped. “Oh, I’m sorry. Ow. Don’t hurt me.”
So it seemed the kid could act. Delaney removed a small gadget from a hidden pocket in his trousers and took it to the bed. He dropped down next to Tag and pressed his mouth to his ear. “We being listened to. Were being watched but I block the camera.” He sucked in a breath and spoke loudly. “How badly you need to come?”
“Very badly.”
Delaney laughed. “Poor pony.” Then he whispered, “I’m going to start playing recording of my voice. You join in. I lock you in and go for look around. They need to believe you in here with me and I fucking you. We both come. Okay?”
Tag nodded, wide-eyed.
“Don’t know what to eat first,” Delaney said, pressing the disruptor in his pocket that would kill the CCTV, then started the recorder.
Tag felt as if he’d walked into a film, maybe starting the night he’d been asked if he had a big cock. As Vadim walked out of the door, the Vadim on the recorder said, “I been desperate to fuck you since I first saw you.”
How was Tag supposed to know what to say?Well, I’m here and I’m ready?
“Jesus, you so hot,” Vadim said.
“So are you,” Tag answered in a breathy voice. “Do you still want me to be a pony?”Shit.He shouldn’t have asked him a question. “Don’t hit me. I’m sorry. Forget I said that. I’ll be your pony.” Tag began to roll around and moan and breathe heavily. “Oh fuck, yes, there. Will you ride me? Please?”
Vadim did some grunting on the recording, some yelling at him for being naughty, and Tag pulled at the sheets and banged his fist on the headboard and did everything he could think of to make it sound as though both of them were in there and having crazy sex. Of course, if Vadim was caught, Tag was going to be in trouble too. Though his only chance of getting out of this place without having to act as the fuck toy for several guys—was probably Vadim.
“Oh God, God,” Vadim grunted.
“You’re so big.” Tag almost sniggered. “Bloody hell. Really big. You’re going to—”
“Shut up and suck my cock.”
It was almost as if the tape had known when Tag would be talking. Even if their voices overlapped, it didn’t really matter. Tag started to slurp on the back of his hand and make the sort of choking noises that implied a large cock was being shoved into his mouth.
“Yeah, like that,” Vadim gasped.
Tag slapped his leg a couple of times to add authenticity.
“Bring yourself off,” Vadim ordered.
Actually…why not? Tag wrapped his fingers round his cock as he continued to pretend Vadim’s dick was in his mouth. His cock had been hard for too long. That fucking orange drink Joshua had given him.
Vadim was still talking and moaning on the tape and Tag shut his eyes and imagined that he was actually there. Tag spat onto his fingers and dropped his hand back to his cock. What a change to have to make as much noise as possible when he jacked off, rather than as little.
Tag moved his hand faster, sliding it up to run his palm over the crest, then dragging it down again until he reached his balls. “Oh Christ.” He still had to remember to respond to Vadim. He imagined himself with Vadim lying on top of him, Tag’s legs bent back, Vadim pressing his dick against the entrance to his body, as Tag looked up into those amazing eyes. He’d push until the muscles gave way and Tag would groan, just as he was groaning now. He tightened his grip, sped up the action of his fist and felt a prickle strike the base of his skull.
The comforting sensation of impending orgasm warmed his gut, and after a shitty few hours, reassured him in some primal way, making his heart beat faster. “Close, close,” he gasped, then tipped over the edge. Just as he spurted into his fingers, Vadim walked back into the room. Of course he fucking did. Tag wiped his hands on the sheet. At least messed-up sheets made this look even more realistic. Vadim walked over and retrieved the recorder.
“Did I say you could come yet?” Vadim asked.
“Well… No. Have I been a bad pony?”
“Very bad.” Vadim put his mouth to Tag’s ear and pressed into his hand. “Key fob to black Mercedes. Parked at front. Open boot. Put fob on inside of the front left wheel, get in boot, shut it and keep still and quiet.”
“Very very bad?” Tag asked.
“So bad.” Vadim put his mouth to Tag’s ear. “Keep other thing with you all time. It will knock out CCTV. Now tell me you want to play hide-and-seek. Wait two minutes before you follow me from room, then press once to kill cameras.”
