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"I'll be out in a minute." He stared at the bag. He had to get out of here. He'd... He'd let himself just be here. For weeks. "I don't think I'm willing to give you a minute." He shook his head. He needed a minute. "You think too much, boy, and I'm not going to let you." Another thump hit the door, the sound more insistent. "I need a minute." His nails scraped over his cheek, the sting centering him. "I said no. Open the door now, boy." "I need a minute!" He looked at the bag, opened the zipper. All his life before was right there. "You don't look back without me there, Greg. We're a team now." He shook his head hard. "Don't say that." "It's the truth. Now open that door, boy, or I will." "I need time. I need a minute. I need to breathe." He scratched himself again. The handle wriggled and then turned to the left twice and the right once, and then it opened, Ap coming in. "I said no. I need a minute!" He couldn't do this. He couldn't think. "To hurt yourself?" Ap grabbed his hand and tugged it away from his face. "Stop it!" He tugged away, sliding on the tile. Ap grabbed his wrists again, squeezed them. "You stop it." "No. No. I said NO!" He let himself simply scream. Ap held his wrists tight, not letting go. "You let me go! You let me go right now! I need a motherfucking minute!" "No, that's exactly what you don't need." Ap looked into his eyes, held his gaze. "Leave me alone!" He tried to look away, but he couldn't. Solitary 122 "I'm not going to, love. I won't let you run away from us." "I have to. I have to. Just... just go away." "Nope." Ap straightened and drew him up as well. Greg fought, hard, booted feet slipping on the tile. His temper raged, and it felt good -- so good -- to scream and pull and war at Ap. Ap let him, moving him inexorably out of the bathroom and toward the bright playroom. "NO! NO! Let me go, you fucker!" Ap wouldn't let him go, wouldn't make him go. He knew this. "Not going to happen, Greg. You're mine now." Ap stopped them right in front of the playroom, met his eyes again. "And I'm yours." "No. No, don't say that. Please." He couldn't stand it, knowing he'd lose his Ap. Ap frowned at him. "It's the truth, Greg. And it's what we both want." "No. No. I don't want you. I don't want to be yours. I have to go." The lies tore at him, but he knew the universe hated him, hated when he was happy. "Bullshit." Ap growled and pulled him into the playroom. "It seems you need to find your subspace again." "I'm LEAVING!" "No, you most certainly are not." Ap closed the door to the playroom behind him and began to remove the stupid overalls. "NO!" He threw back his head and bellowed with everything he was. Ap snorted and kept undressing him. Soon he was naked, with Ap walking around him, examining him like the man was deciding what to do first. He headed for the door, for his bag. Ap grabbed his arm. "You're not going anywhere, boy. We're going to spend the day here. The supplies can wait." "No. You. We were going to go... I have to. Let go of me, you son of a bitch!" He could breathe again. Solitary 123 "You've got one hell of a spanking coming, speaking to your master like that." Ap moved them toward the chains that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. "I'm not staying here so that something awful happens to you! I won't! Everyone I love gets hurt!" Ap's face softened. "Nothing awful is going to happen to me, Greg." "It will. It will and I love you and... I have to get out of here." He held onto Ap, heart slamming in his chest. Ap smiled at him. "I love you, too. And we're going to make this work." Ap took his right hand and closed one of the cuffs around it. "No. No, let me go." He tugged with one hand, swung with the other, and it was all okay. Ap slid a hand along his side. "You're hot when you're angry." "Fuck off. I'm fucking horrible. I'm BALD!" This scream wasn't quite as loud as the others had been. Ap shook his head. "You're beautiful." One warm hand slid over his scalp. "I love the bald." "You can't love me." He wouldn't allow it. He was dangerous to love. "I do." His other hand was cuffed, then Ap began to tug the chains up, pulling his wrists with them. "No. No, you let me go. I'm going to leave." He closed his eyes, refusing to be there in the scene. "I'm not letting you go, boy." "You have to, please. Please. Something bad will happen if you love me." "No, it won't. What happened to Tim wasn't because he loved you and you loved him." No. He shook his head, letting himself fight the cuffs. He'd loved Tim, so much, and then he'd fallen in love with Ap. The cuffs went up and up, even as he fought them, Ap only stopping when he was all stretched out, toes barely touching the floor. Solitary 124 "You let me down..." His back creaked and popped as he stretched, the release making him break out in a cold sweat. "When I'm good and ready." "You fucking do it. Now. You listen to me!" Oh, God. He couldn't breathe again. Ap smacked his ass. "I'm not letting you go, no matter how much you swear at me." Greg let out a stream of the foulest curse words he could find. Ap started swatting his ass with every new word. "Bastard!" He tried to jerk away, but he couldn't. "It's Master, boy." He shook his head, refusing to say it; he would not say it and tempt the universe to tear Ap away from him. Two more swats landed on his ass, his skin burning. "No more." He didn't really mean that. He wanted more. "You'll have as many as I think you need." Ap swatted him again. Then again. "And I think you need a lot more." "Fuck you..." He tried to find a good purchase on the floor. "No, I'm going to fuck you." Two more swats landed on his ass. "No. No more. I can't let you love me." "That's not your choice, boy." The swats moved to the tops of his thighs. "I do love you." "NO!" He screamed the word out, arms pulling his body off the floor. "Yes." Two more swats hit the tops of his thighs. He didn't have the strength to stay up, to fight. "That's it, boy. Now just move into it." He moaned, his arms letting him down. "When you stop fighting it, it'll be good again." "I'm scared." The words slipped out of him, shamed him. The spanking stopped, Ap coming around and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |