ANMELDEN“In that case, you are most welcome,” Sir Sinclar remarked graciously.
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied with a light bow. He nodded and was about to turn when I moved forward with an eager step. “Would it be overextending if I asked for a tour, Sir? However brief,” I requested humbly, my hands clasped before me, facing the father.
He turned back, a gentle smile on his face. His eyes slid to his son, then to me, “I’m sure Adrian –”
“Oh, no, Sir,” I cut in excitedly, taking anot
I swallowed.“Ready?”“No."He grinned.I smiled, nervously.“Tonight,” he rumbled, stepping in close, far closer than anyone ever had in a near-crowded space, “you get to have a good time. With me. My way.” His amber eyes bored into mine. My breath was seized.I wanted to steal a glance at the people around, but couldn’t bring myself to do so.Regardless, it seemed, no one was looking at us. Not that I could swear to it, but I certainly didn’t feel like they were. Not like how I did when I was back home.Jayden spun, and I followed.Did he always move like this? I mused as I watched his back, his hips, his legs.Maybe… I responded to myself, his clothes don’t usually fit like this.Now, I felt the eyes. I glanced at the line we were approaching. Half of them were watching him. The other half –I averted my gaze, but kept my head up.Nobody knows me. No one knows
My shirt wasn’t a button-down top. It was already cut. Open at the chest. No buttons at all. I didn’t have an inner shirt or vest. Either would have shown underneath, not aesthetic at all.The trousers and jacket were thick, heavy, almost like jeans. And they had a light shine, as if the clothes had been polished, also something I had never worn, and would never have picked out for myself.I aimed more for low-key outfits than what I currently had on.I adjusted my weight, pulling on the edge of my jacket, as I crossed my legs. Even my shoes were perfect. Didn’t feel tight in any place. Black dress shoes, no pattern or design on them.This get-up from my… I mused, my thoughts slowing. What is Jayden Malroy to me? What am I to him? After that –I flushed and re-crossed my legs, changing from right over left to left over right, as images from earlier that evening flashed in my mind.I refocused my gaze on the quickly passing
Leon had sent the kid to me. After telling him what we were.The Leon Ralis I knew would never do that without some purpose behind it. Adrian was no kind of threat, physical or otherwise, to me. He was not even workable as a honeytrap. Not with what Leon knew about me. Not with who the boy was – my enemy’s very own baby brother.I was Adrian’s mentor, however coerced. I was not the first; I would likely not be the last.The only thing that came to my mind was what I also needed the kid for: access to the person at his side.He wanted the boy to be a bridge. To me.So did I. To him.My computer beeped.I rushed out of the bathroom. Didn’t bother to dry off. I stood before the screen, dripping wet, naked, as the image I had been sent opened up automatically.I leaned down; I smiled.Well done, Leon. Very well played, I reflected as I stared at the face on my screen.==========I went back to Adrian’s
He had spread my knees, so smoothly, so easily. He had pulled the towel at my waist down to under my buttocks.When he had actually opened my towel up, I didn’t know. It was as if I was witnessing everything in pictures. In stills. Section after section, with some parts missing.His hand from the bucket fed an ice cube into his mouth. He did not blink. He took my rod in, with the ice still there, and I stared. I wasn’t breathing. My brain had shut down.His head slid down, his tongue rolled, and I jerked up. My eyes wide, my mouth open.His head came up, the ice swirled. Hot tongue. Cold ice. The water, his saliva, and my precum all flooded down as my cock slid out of his throat, out of his mouth.But he didn’t release me. His head lowered, and he snorted, and from then on, scarfing sounds filled the air.He was devouring me.My thighs started to shake, uncontrollably. I lifted my hips with him as he came up again. His hand went back
Jayden came back. Behind me. Behind the sofa. A cold compress was at the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, leaning into the ice being used to massage the heat from my body.In silence, he worked.I kept my eyes closed, tears threatening, but never making it through. I steadied myself once more, consciously slowing my breathing, then pacing it.From my neck, he moved to my temple. Applying the cold with practiced precision. It was almost like he knew where I hurt.Temple back to neck. The front now. Then my shoulders. Then back up to my temple. Then my cheeks.He left and returned. A separate cloth, a smaller towel, damp and folded, was laid over my eyes, melted ice the source of the intense chill.My lips parted.“Your brother and I are past history,” he rumbled, his voice tight, strained, his ice pack tracing the same path again, my eyes cooling as I kept my breathing steady.“I told you, that first night in your house, that
“Ha!” I breathed.I didn’t have any words in my mouth. I spun.“If you leave. We won't meet again till tomorrow.”I turned back. “What? What do you mean?”He raised his chin, his chest pushed out. My eyes fell to it. His shirt was buttoned at the base only, the last two buttons. Everything else was open. I was granted a wide V view of his firm, sculptured torso.I swallowed. My eyes drifted back up to his.He had not moved an inch. The fire in his eyes had not reduced a single degree.I took a step back, the open door, my lifeline, pressed against my bare back, grounding me.I took deep breaths.“Jayden.”“Adrian.”“You used to be with my brother.”He froze. He hadn’t been moving, but his entire being stilled. Just like Lee’s face had during our lunch.And just like with my brother, I waited.After what seemed like a long time, he exhaled roughly through his nose. His lips pressed tight
I fell into that time. That goddamned fucking era. When I became Leon’s number one bitch for all seasons. Any trick, any gimmick, I had been game. I had been subservient. A willing pawn on a bastard’s masterboard.“Burn it. All of it,” I growled.I could sense Adrian, but I didn’t c
I didn’t turn, didn’t move. My vision blurred, and Martin was in front of me. “Was that who I think it was?” he whispered, lowering his head toward mine.I grabbed his arm. I couldn’t speak. My head was heavy, and my legs were like lead.He helped me sit. “Listen, Jade. I’m gonna ge
It was my own ritual. When things got dark, I got physical, then I healed myself slowly. Like how some people went on runs or hit the gym, I attacked people with as much passion as they attacked me.Sometimes it was a sex club, or at a polo club, where I could ride something far stronger t
Adrian was looking at every bruise, every cut, as if measuring it, hand beside my face, like some mime-physician.Reece entered. He cleared his throat. Violently.Adrian jumped and turned to him.“Do you have some ice?” our young client asked hurriedly, “And any balm?” he ask







