I do as he asks, reaching around his body to grip his cock between my fingers. Our bodies move together like waves in an ocean, crashing hard and using the other to gain momentum. I convulse and my cock twitches inside him, begging to be freed of the built up pressure. Resisting the urge to come, a part ofme wants to take back my restrictions, so we can reach Nirvana together. I bite my tongue, holding back the word working its way up my throat.
Not yet.I have to stay true to my word. What kind of Papi would I be otherwise?
My thrusts lose rhythm when I come inside him, filling him up the way I'd promised I would. I can’t wait to do it again after we both get some much needed rest. I fall onto my side, pulling him down with me. His cock strains angrily between his stomach and the mattress. I press kisses into his neck, stroking his belly. “Just a little bit longer,” I whisper in his ear.
He stretches out his back before curling onto his side, yawning with half lidded eyes. “We have all the time in the world now, Papi.”
I want to believe him more than anything. I wrap my arms around him and drag the covers over our bodies, not ready to be away from him. “Rest now, precious. We can worry about everything else later.”
…
The loud screaming nearby has my eyes flashing open. It takes me a few minutes to realize it doesn't come from this room. I try to get up, but my hands are tied and hooked to something on the bed, preventing me from going too far. The spot next to me is empty and there’s a message written on the mirror on the closet door. It’s hard to make out the sloppy words at first, so I read it a few more times until I can fully make out each one.
“You left after all. Never say never. Welcome home, Miguel. If you were smart, you would stay your stubborn ass here.”
I look beside me again and there’s something smashed into pieces resting on a pillow. It's the tracker. I grit my teeth, tugging on the rope with no avail. Oh, he'll pay for this and I’m not sure which one of us will enjoy the punishment more.
Chapter 10
Marcus
I lean back in my seat smiling as the plane lifts in the air. I grab my laptop from underneath the seat, pulling up the live stream from the hotel room I had left Miguel in. The new camera in the room shows him wiggling in the bed and his eyes are still closed. His lids flutter, but don’t open.
He sleeps for longer than I expect him to, way too peacefully for a man who has every limb tied to the bed. Even though things didn’t exactly go according to plan, I don’t regret a single thing. I can look at it as giving myself to Miguel again and submitting willingly, begging for his forgiveness or I can simply chalk it up to doing what I had to do. Replacing old memories with new ones is something I view as a bonus.
The hotel room at the Red Roof is no longer the place where he'd walked away from me forever. I’m the one doing the deserting this time. It's the memory I would use to drown out the old ones. He should be happy his night doesn’t involve flamesor being strung up to a ceiling in a cellar. I’m being more than generous. It won't be long before his guards come looking for him. My only goal is to buy enough time for him to read the message until it sinks in. Him not being able to go anywhere for a while will give him enough opportunity to do so.
As we get close to arriving in Kansas City, Miguel's lids flash open. He glances around and his eyes widen in surprise instead of a state of panic. He tugs at the ropes a few times, but it’s hard to make out the emotions on his face. He’s expressionless the whole time he reads the words I'd left for him in the mirror. I expect him to shout in anger and to fight harder against his restraints by the time he reaches the end of the message. Instead, his jaw clenches and the moment his gaze lands on the broken tracking device on the pillow nearby, his lips churn up into a wicked smile. He mouths something to himself.
He leans against the headboard as if he has all the time in the world. He should go home and worry about his business sinking into the ground. How will he be able to salvage his name far away from home? Does he even care anymore?
My phone rings in the chair next to me and I reach over to answer it.
"Hola?"
"I hope you're already back home or at least on your way."
"Falling apart without me already?"
Carlos laughs. "As much as you hate to hear it, everyone is getting along fine. You know better than to expect an ego boost from me."
"No, you're right. After all, you three will be taking over for me someday and can all use the practice of handling things without me."
"You forget, Father, this isn't my line of work."
"It wasn’t mine either. I doubt you called to have a father-son chat or to say you missed me. Tell me the real reason you want to know my whereabouts."
"We have Mr. Williams."
My lips turn up. "What about the boy?"
"We got him too and he is safely back with his brother Jackson at the sanctuary. Poor kid is having trouble adjusting to reality. The man really brainwashed him into thinking what he gave him was love and he thinks Jackson is trying to come between them."
I pinch between my brows, sighing. "Poor kid. It makes me sick the length these men go through to bring their twisted fantasies to life. Hopefully the kid can start healing now and realize he is safe from that monster. These things take time."
"They do and he's getting the best care. Joey is making sure of it. "
"Good. Once I'm home, we can get started on making the man pay for all the trauma he's caused. I bet Jackson is already planning the perfect form of torture."
