All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

*LEONARDO* “Mr. Madrigal, do you need anything? I could make you some soup… something light, chicken and ginger, easy on the stomach.” Betsy had come closer, relief written plainly across her face. “I’m fine, Betsy. You can call it a night.” She nodded, glanced once more at the boy still pressed against me, and quietly left. I looked down at the soft, uneven breathing against my chest. Jamin’s shoulders were still shaking in small aftershocks of the earlier panic. “One would think I died or something,” I murmured. He only pushed his face harder into my shirt. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop crying.” I hadn’t meant to make him cry. The knowledge sat uncomfortably under my ribs. The Gordons were going to pay for every tear that had fallen on my clothes tonight. That part was already decided. What I didn’t know how to handle was the boy in my arms who had clearly spent the last few hours imagining the worst.*********************** I was in my bedroom no

*JAMIN* “Jamin.” I turned and found Andrew hurrying toward me across the pavement. The sight was unexpected enough that I stopped walking. He hadn’t spoken to me in a while. I had tried to reach out, sending him short text messages and making a couple of attempts to catch him after class, but he had shut every effort down, so I had eventually stopped trying. He came to a halt in front of me and stood there for a second, looking awkward. “How… how have you been?” He asked. I blinked. “Good. So are we finally going to address…” “Yeah. We’re going to address that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I’ve been… going through stuff.” “You could have talked to me about it. I’m…” “I know. And I will.” He glanced away, then back. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”I shook my head. “Let’s meet up after class. I’ll tell you everything.” “Okay,” I agreed. He lifted a hand as if he meant to tap my shoulder, then he stop

The hickeys on Jamin’s neck nearly drove him mad. He wanted to be the one leaving those marks. Jamin was hesitant to talk about his love life. From the little he said, everyone concluded he was seeing an older woman. After drinking himself into a stupor, Andrew decided the woman had to be a sugar mommy. That explained the expensive clothes, the fact that Jamin wasn’t working anymore, and even the way he had started gaining healthy weight. Andrew didn’t want to judge him. He had seen how hard Jamin worked. Even while doing all those jobs, a professor who was a family friend had once praised a student named Jamin Reid… said his colleagues were always happy to mark his scripts because the answers were consistently excellent. Andrew had been impressed too. How could someone work that hard and still perform so well in school? He himself was usually too tired to open a book after partying. If Jamin had started seeing a sugar mommy to make his life b

*JAMIN* I walked out of the cabin slowly, still getting used to the way the suit moved with me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had worn one, and never one this perfectly tailored. The cream fabric sat cleanly across my shoulders and tapered just right at the waist. Even the shoes fit like they had been made for my feet. He must have taken real time with the measurements. The thought alone made my chest feel too full. Oh man. My heart was definitely going to burst before the night ended. Mister was already waiting near the railing. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, and I watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.Why wasn’t he saying anything? I glanced down at myself, suddenly self-conscious. Was it too much? Did I look strange? Then he walked toward me, slid an arm around my waist, and pulled me firmly against him. “Should I keep letting you go out?” he murmured near my ear. “You should be only for m

*JAMIN* Mister’s eyes widened. “Daddy? Fuck… My baby’s so needy tonight.” He ran his thumb slowly across my lower lip. “Don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” He tugged the tie from around my collar and settled it over my eyes, knotting it carefully behind my head. The world went dark. Fabric pressed softly against my lashes. I could hear my own breathing, the quiet shift of his clothes, the faint creak of the yacht. “Lie in the middle of the bed.” I obeyed. The sheets were cool against my back. He removed my trousers and underwear completely, leaving me bare from the waist down while the open suit jacket, waistcoat, and shirt still hung around my shoulders and arms. For a moment, I felt him move away. The absence made my skin prickle with anticipation. Then the mattress dipped again. A warm mouth pressed a single, deliberate kiss to the head of my cock. Before I could react, something firm and slightly padded clamped around the sensit