FAZER LOGINWarm oil dripped on my bare back, and I sighed. I forgot Leon, I forgot Marcus. I forgot the kids.
Sorin’s hands were the only things in my universe, and for the next fifty minutes, he made it so.
He locked the wheels, used the straps to hold parts of my body down as he twisted others using stretch bands, rods, bars that were connected to the ceiling or hand-held. He bent me backwards, flexing muscles I didn’t even remember having.
I groaned, gasped, and cried out more th
“Liam! Have I said something wrong?”He glanced down at my hand, and I could have sworn he was staring down his nose. His gaze came up, and I shifted mine away, releasing him from my grip and giving some space between us.A light pressure was on my shoulder. I looked up, and my heart stopped. Liam could appear firm, professional, distant, but in that moment, he was none of those. It seemed like there were words at the tip of his tongue, but he was holding them back.Liam was never so reserved. Not with me.My lips parted, his curved up lightly.“Jayden Malroy,” he shook his head, as he studied my face, “he’s something, isn’t he?”“What?”“Special.”“I don’t –”“He makes you see a way, doesn’t he?”“Liam. What are you –”“That man is not on your level, yet he’s going out of his way to make you happy. That’s special, isn’t it?”“What do you mean ‘level’?” I asked, my voice harsher than I expected.
I stared at his cock. It was like a live snake. Not for the first time, I wondered what that would feel like inside somebody.“Argh!” he called out.My eyes snapped shut. My mouth fell open as his cum slid down my face.“Ah! Marcus! Sorry. I’m sorry.”I tried to move my hands off him, but he sat, he kept rocking, using his weight to keep my digits in place.I tasted him. I turned to the side, trying to wipe it off. A hot tongue flicked over my face. I blinked my eyes open. My mouth opened wider.He was staring down at me, like Mars gazing at the Earth.I swallowed. His amber eyes had never been so dark. I tried to move, but both my hands and my body were trapped.“Jay,” The word was closer to a prayer than anything I had ever uttered in my life. He didn’t look like my Jay. He looked like a beast, and that was not something I was used to.His rod was still erect, deep brown, slick, pulsing, aimed right at me.“Marc
The marks were still there. Dark, blue in some places. It looked worse than it actually was. Nothing really hurt.I pressed my lips together. “Get off me.”He shook his head, cradling mine. I turned away from the intensity. “I’m fine, Jay. It’s fine. Get off.”Neither he nor I moved.I shifted, and he pulled me to his frame, hugging me. My words faltered.After a moment, I hugged him back. He made a sound I didn’t like, and I pressed him tighter. He buried his face in my neck.This guy, I contemplated, he’s so high maintenance.A few minutes later, I was on the bed, in a large bathrobe, and he was on the floor, still in his wet clothes, patting my feet dry.“I can do that,” I said hoarsely.He nodded, but made no move to stop what he was doing.He opened a small container, and a quiet scent filled the room. I had a bad flashback, and my knees jerked.Jayden held my ankles fast. “I’m going
I stared at him.“I want to sleep.”“Then get a room. You had one yesterday.”He sank deeper into the sofa, slipping his shoes off with his feet.“That was yesterday.”“What were you watching?” he said after a long silence.“Your handiwork.”“I wasn’t there.”“Fuck you, Jay.”“Honestly, I wasn’t. I was with a client. Ask anybody.”“Is it that time already?”“Huh?”I sighed and got off the wingback chair I had been sitting in for far longer than I should have.I went to the bathroom.When I came back in, the TV was on, the same news running.“Thirty-eight people,” he said quietly. I sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes moved from the TV to me. “Can you even begin to imagine that?” he whispered.“Is this how you sleep?” I remarked without batting an eye at his tone and somber demeanor.He smirked, then lay back down on the sofa, closing his eyes.There was a kn
Three hours earlier, at about three p.m., a block of warehouses had collapsed. The damage was devastating. The value of the lost items was unconfirmed but was estimated at hundreds of millions.Various corporations used the area to store anything from excess finished products to old office printers.There would be litigation for a full year before anyone got any satisfaction from the insurers, who would definitely not be happy to part with any compensation without a full, in-depth investigation, something half of the owners of the affected area would most definitely not allow.That was what we were betting on.I had met with my team after changing vehicles twice. I gave the instruction, set the time, and went to Adrian’s father’s house for a late lunch, or early dinner, depending on who was asked.While I was knocking on the large mansion door, a team of ten men was moving through the targeted section where the kids were located. I had instructed a
Jayden’s POV.It was a clean job. Two hours, from start to finish. And I had an alibi, a perfect cover.“Well, Sir, as always, it’s been a pleasure,” I said jovially to Sir Sinclair.“Jayden, you’re going to spoil an old man!”I laughed; he joined me.I stood; he didn’t.“Rest assured, Sir, the work continues, even with my absence. I may take Adrian along on some trips. I hope this sits well with you?”He smiled. “I hear you met Sebastian Norwood yesterday.”I grinned at him. “Adrian was… impressed?” I replied, turning my comment into a question.The elderly man laughed heartily. “Indeed!”I put my hand out for a handshake, and Sir Sinclair took it warmly. We broke it off, and I remarked cordially, “I can see myself out.”He nodded at me, and I bowed out.Halfway to the door, he called my name, and I almost ran to the exit.Instead, I forced my feet to slow as I turned. I kept walking, backwar
“I may be unavailable by phone or messages of any kind, but I want you to know that everything is fine, and if anyone comes here looking for me, you are to tell them I’m on a business trip.”His lips parted as his face fell.“And whenever you can’t reach me, I want you to put such t
“Leon, tell me seriously, do you think I’m that kid you knew? I mean, take a good look,” I leaned forward, his throat bobbed. My eyes searched his, but I kept my expression neutral.“Do I look like your puppet?” I whispered, as if I was saying something that no other ear should hear, as if
“I’ll take care of –”“Pleeeassee,” he stressed, his face red, his breath coming in short gasps.I sat back, still on him.“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head slightly, my shoulders slouching.“This, Jayden. This
An energy drink, a towel, and a few other items I had treated in advance – lotions, plasters, disinfectant sprays – in case he managed to avoid the water, were also ready; insurance for what had to get done.This wasn’t about pleasure or messing with the kid for fun; I wa







