Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I consider leaving, but he did say he’d cut my hair in the morning. I’d let him shave me bald if that made him happy. Whatever to make him think I look good. I’ll make the effort, use his fancy shampoos, maybe even get used to the shower or work out how to install a bathtub here. Whatever. It. Takes.
I crawl under his bed with my chest light, and my brain fuzzy.
He did clean under here quite thoroughly, and that makes me feel more wanted than he’ll ever know.
Chapter 16
Angel
I wake up to sun tickling my face through the thin curtains. I’m feeling lazy, heavy in the best of ways, pampered. And as I stretch under the comforter, letting my body wake up at its own pace, my thoughts return to the hands and lips that worshipped me last night.
Wow.
I admit, when Creep revealed what his fantasies are, I did find them a bit weird, because at the end of the day, they’re all about molesting someone who’s so out of it they won’t wake up even when squeezed, and sucked—
I chew on the inside of my cheek when I remember the heat of Creep’s mouth, the greediness with which he drank my cum, and when my dick stirs, I reach down, covering it with my hand.
It felt so good to just… not have expectations placed on me, other than to lie down and look pretty for my lover.
I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I enjoy being a pillow prince, to lie down and let my partner have his way with me as he pleases.
Some might call it lazy and selfish, but what’s the harm when Creep wants that exact thing and was so gentle in return? He did surprise me, though. He seems so shy at times, we haven’t even kissed yet, but last night he unleashed a whole new side of him. Even the things he whispered were so hot I’m blushing just thinking about them, because, as he promised, my shorts remain down under the comforter.
As much as I do want to touch him more, I need to be cautious. After what he confessed to me last night, I have a much better idea of why he is the way he is, so I’m worried about spooking him with my touchy-feely ways. I want to cuddle with him, sit in his lap and stroke his hair while we make out, because he’s nothing like the assholes I’ve dated. I’m not delusional, I know he’s a criminal, that he abducted me, that he killed a man in front of me, but I can see that he has a good heart and would never want to hurt me.
He can be a guard dog who’d protect me fiercely, then lie down with his head in my lap.
I want to know so much more about him.
Though, right now, I need to find out if he’s still here…
My heart beats faster when I roll to my stomach and lower my head, peeking under the bed.
I half-expect him to be there, but it still gives me a jump scare when his dark eyes shine back at me from the shadows. My own personal monster under the bed. Maybe with him guarding me, my insomnia will ease. I did sleep like a baby last night.
Black hair falls over half his face, but at least it’s not greasy anymore. I can’t wait to give it a little trim, if he lets me, and pamper him more. It’s the least I can do after the way he treated me last night, wanting nothing in return.
“Good morning,” I say and wiggle my fingers at him. I don’t want to be too enthusiastic, but he made me feel amazing, and I can’t help myself. “I worried you left.”
“You did say I can stay,” Creep says, as if worried I’m not happy to see him.
“I wanted you to,” I reassure him, then reach to the floor and use my arm to roll down, so he can see me pulling up my shorts. “Coffee?”
“Y-yes, please,” he says so politely I have to snort.
But then he crawls out from his new lair under my bed, and I’m reminded how tall and sturdy he is. He slept in his clothes, too, so I make a mental note that he needs loungewear for when he’s staying here. It’s funny how I’ve barely moved here, all my boxes are still packed, but I already think of the space as mine.
I’m not one of those guys who falls for the first person who offers them a bit of kindness, but knowing this settlement is Creep’s home makes me more confident that I will be safe here.
It’s also nice, peaceful, and the community has welcomed me with open arms. Why would I not feel at home?