All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

*JAMIN* I sat on the edge of the large sofa in the living room of Mister’s mansion, phone balanced loosely in my hands. The last message I’d sent him stared back at me, unanswered. It had been a simple update, what I’d eaten for dinner but the lack of reply made the quiet feel heavier than usual. Usually, after telling him what I had for dinner, he’d video-call and we’d talk for hours. More than a week had passed since he’d left, we spoke every day. Texts in the morning, video calls at night, the occasional mid-afternoon check-in where I told him everything I’d done because he’d ordered me to keep him updated. At first it had felt strange, almost clinical. Then it became easy. Too easy. I found myself looking forward to the sound of his voice, the way he listened without interrupting, the low hum of approval when I followed instructions correctly. Sometimes, I feel like I talked too much or was boring him out but he never complained. He just listened a

*JAMIN* Mister watched it for a moment, eyes dark with satisfaction, then disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp cloth and cleaned me with surprising gentleness…slow strokes over my stomach, between my thighs, carefully around my swollen, used hole. When he was finished, he changed the sheets with efficient movements, then lifted me once more and settled me in the center of the fresh bed. I lay there, boneless and marked and still full of him, staring at the ceiling while he got into the bed. The usual pattern whispered at the edge of my thoughts… he usually left afterward after taking me in my bedroom. And tonight, this was his bedroom…maybe I was the one who was supposed to leave now. I started to shift, gathering what little strength I had left to sit up. His arm snaked around my waist before I could move far, pulling me back down and rolling me until I was sprawled heavily across his chest. One of his hands set

*JAMIN* “Breathe,” Mister murmured. I let the air out slowly. He finished the last few strokes with the same quiet concentration, then set the razor down and reached for a warm cloth. He wiped the remaining lather away with slow, thorough passes, tilting my face one way and then the other to check his work. When he was satisfied, he ran the damp cloth over my skin one final time and set it aside. Mister’s thumb brushed across my now-smooth cheek. “There.” I felt strangely exposed. The absence of stubble made every small shift of air against my face more noticeable. My heart was still racing. I didn’t know what to do with the soft, careful way he had handled me. Mister’s mouth curved slightly. He reached up and touched his own jaw, the dark scrape of morning stubble audible under his fingers. “Your turn.” I stared at him. “What?” “Shave me.” Panic fluttered immediately. “I’ve never… Mister, I’ve never given anyone a shave before. I

*JAMIN* I was packing my bag after the last class of the day when Andrew dropped into the seat beside me. The lecture hall had mostly emptied. Layla and the others had already headed out. “Hey,” He began. “Why didn’t you reply to my text about the movie?” I looked up, confused. “Your text about a movie?” “Yeah, I sent you a text on Saturday…you know…I…accidentally got two tickets and I was wondering if you’d like to go to the movies with me.” “I didn’t get any message like that.” Andrew frowned and pulled out his own phone. He scrolled for a second, then turned the screen toward me. There it was…his last message to me showed Saturday morning, asking if I wanted to go see a movie with him. Underneath it, the small word “Read” sat in gray. I stared at it. Then I unlocked my own phone and opened the thread with Andrew.There was no new message. No notification. The conversation ended on something ordinary from the week before. Andrew stared at m

*LEONARDO* I sat in the back of the car as Gary drove through the morning traffic, the city still half-asleep outside the tinted windows. My phone was in my hand, but I wasn’t looking at it. My mind was on the boy currently in my house, maybe he was already at school, but he was still carrying that stubborn streak I still hadn’t managed to break. “Gary.” “Yes, sir?” “I need you to set up a scholarship opportunity. Quietly. I don’t want Jamin knowing I have anything to do with it.” Gary’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. “A scholarship, sir?” “He has some kind of pride I don’t understand. He barely takes money from me.” I just can’t understand that boy. He has my card, by now, I expected him to be living extravagantly…trying so hard to get a scholarship should be the last thing on his mind. In fact, he could even move money from my card to his account…maybe for his future.Does he have any idea what he’s missing out on?Despite warning