Determined to Obey (10 page)

53. Celia

Kid’s hot length pushes at the back of her throat. She moans and sucks him deeper inside, choking herself on his engorged cock, reveling in the abandoned cries of her beautiful slave.

He holds tight to the ring dangling from the ceiling and keeps his bare feet on the floor through sheer force of will. He doesn’t brace for the paddle. He lets his body absorb the dull thud—accept the pain Felipe doles out.

“
Gracias
, Felipe,” Kid groans. “Oh, Celia. Please…ohgod…don’t suck so hard. It hurts.”

Celia pulls her mouth off Kid’s cock with a loud pop and smiles with triumph at the long ropes of spit and slick clinging to the tip of her boy’s flushed manhood. “You don’t like it?” she pouts deviously.
“Do you want me to stop gagging on your dick, baby boy? I was hoping you’d come all in my mouth. You don’t want to?”

“I do! I do, Celia. I’m sorry. Please suck it again.”
He cries out in pain as Felipe’s paddle comes crashing down on his backside.

“No. You upset me.” She stands and wipes her chin, sure to suck her fingers clean. Kid’s expression is pained, so sexy.
“If you want your little boy cock sucked, you’ll have to ask Master. Maybe he’ll let you come in
his
mouth.”
Behind Kid’s shoulder, Felipe grins and shakes his head before he brings the paddle crashing down on Kid’s ass.

Felipe is fully dressed, shirt damp with sweat from exertion; Celia doesn’t know which of her men is more handsome, more devout, and it thrills her to her soul she doesn’t have to choose. Felipe pauses to press his body along Kid’s back, making the boy hiss. “Would that please you—coming down your master’s throat?”

“Please,” Kid pleads.

Celia’s body is tight with anticipation.
“Sí, por favor!”
Felipe isn’t the only one who has been patiently waiting for Kid to finally say yes. Just the thought of the older man on his knees with Kid’s dick fucking his face makes her pussy swell with need. Kid wants to say yes, she can see it in his eyes and the way his hips fuck the air. She doesn’t resist the urge to spread her legs and finger her pussy in front of them.

Kid closes his eyes on a pained moan and dips his chin toward his chest. “Okay.”

“No,” Felipe says, “beg me, like a good little boy.” Celia fingers herself faster as Felipe unbuckles his belt to unzip and fish out his thick, incredibly hard length to stroke the crack of Kid’s ass.

Kid startles. “Not my ass!” He squirms, but continues to hold tight to the ring over his head all on his own. He swallows several times, panting. “Just…um…
suckmydickandletmecome
,” he says in a rush. “Please?”

Felipe throws his head back and laughs. It makes Celia’s heart feel like it’s going to burst from joy. “Come on, boy. You can do a little better,” Felipe croons.

Kid smiles, tries to hide it, and can’t. “F-Felipe,” he tries again, “will you please suck my cock? I…I want you to…taste it…swallow my come…the way you make me.”

Celia has to put a hand on Kid’s shoulder to brace her as she comes. Felipe’s arm comes out from behind Kid to hold her close. She pushes her tongue into Kid’s mouth and savors his submission until her orgasm passes and she can stand without assistance.

“Good boy,” Felipe praises.

Celia takes up the paddle as Felipe circles Kid’s dangling, stretched body and settles on the floor, his own cock in hand.

“Oh, God,” Kid says. He shivers and Celia lets the paddle drive his hips forward, where Felipe is waiting to receive his reward for being a patient man.

Both men groan with pleasure the moment Kid’s cock is sucked inside Felipe’s mouth. Much to Celia’s surprise, Kid’s eyes are glued to Felipe’s, watching his pink flesh disappear into the older man’s willing, rapacious mouth. “Mmm…mmm…mmm.” Kid fucks his master’s mouth in time with his moans and Celia’s paddle.

Celia beats her boy at an angle so she can watch the entire spectacle. Her own wetness runs down her naked thighs as she watches Felipe suck Kid’s cock and stroke himself to orgasm. Her master looses a keening whimper of his own just before he paints Kid’s left foot with come.

“I’m coming!” Kid warns and thrusts hard into Felipe’s mouth, where his master is waiting to swallow every drop.

After several seconds, Felipe pulls away and says through panting breaths, “You’re delicious, baby boy, just as I imagined.” He kisses Kid’s softening cock. “Let go.”

Kid releases the ring and collapses into their waiting arms.

***

“Celia?” Kid inquires once they’re alone in Celia’s bed; she’s already accustomed to his warm weight on her chest at night and hopes he’ll never get his own room.

“Yes, Kid?”

“Will we ever be free?”

Celia hugs him tight. “I don’t want to be free.”

Kid nods. “You love him.”

“I do.” Celia kisses and strokes his hair just the way he likes.

Kid sighs. “He loves you too.” Her young lover’s fingers tap anxiously against her belly. He clears his throat. “Do you think you’ll ever…love
me
?”

Celia tilts his chin up. She smiles, kisses his lips. “I do,” she whispers. She watches his eyes as he processes this information; he wants to ask if she’s implying she loves him already, or is open to loving him in the future. She witnesses the moment he loses his courage.

In the end, the boy only says, “Thank you.”

Celia kisses him, savors him.

54. Kid/Felipe

The second to last thing Kid wants is to wake Felipe and stare into his pompous face as he realizes how unrested Kid is from sleeping alone and on the floor. Kid’s distaste for having to suffer his master’s smug satisfaction is second only to Kid’s burgeoning proclivity to give in to the older man and willingly climb into the bed. Luckily, his need to make a decision is interrupted by the distinct sound of someone punching the security code into the door. “
Jefe
,” Reynaldo, Felipe’s head of security, hisses into the darkness.

“Que es lo que pasa, ahorra?”
Felipe grumbles. He sits up, handgun at the ready. “Come here, Kid,” he says offhandedly and pats the bed before returning to his conversation with Reynaldo. If he is surprised by Kid’s immediate compliance, he gives nothing away, just places a firm hand on his exposed shoulder and swirls his thumb.

“Sir, I thought you might like to know Celia is in Mr. Caleb’s room. Do you have any orders?”
He stands patiently in the dimly lit hallway.

Felipe’s hand prevents Kid from leaving the bed. The boys Spanish has improved dramatically and is usually something for which he is praised…unless he’s being an inquisitive little scamp.
“Easy, boy, Celia already has a protector.”

“But Felipe!”
he decries in a mangled accent before lowering his voice. “That guy…he’s…he…”
He cut off Tiny’s head with a hunting knife.

Felipe smiles warmly in response to Kid’s concern for Celia. However, “
He
is none of
your
concern. Quiet now.” It’s an easy thing to collapse the younger man to the mattress by pulling on his supporting hand. It’s a far more difficult task to ignore the spark of arousal catching fire in his stomach as Kid submits with little more than an indignant huff, but he has more pressing matters.
“Did she seem distressed?”

“No, sir.”

“Very well.”
Felipe yawns and sifts through Kid’s hair, much to the boys chagrin.
“Thank you for alerting me. I’ll take control of the situation. You may go.”
He waits for Reynaldo to shut the door before he turns toward Kid. “Your mistress is never far from the middle of things.”

Kid sits up to grip Felipe’s arm. “Go get her, Felipe. Please. Caleb is a monster.” He swats the older man’s placating hand away from his head. He doesn’t want to be coddled while Celia is in danger.

“She’s fine, I assure you.
Celia
is the monster under that particular bed. She’s no doubt been planning this since Caleb arrived with Kitten.” He sets his gun on the nightstand with a yawn. Kid eyes the weapon with wide eyes. “The safety’s on.”

“It’s not that,” he says firmly. “S’just kinda weird you kept a loaded gun in here…with me…while you’re asleep.”

Felipe rolls his eyes. “I know killers, boy. The most you could manage would be to give me a bump on the head.” Kid’s mouth falls open, agape with shock. Felipe shakes his head. “I never get tired of your expressive face.”

“Whatever.” Kid pouts. “Can we focus on Celia now? I don’t get how you’re just sitting here while she’s alone with that asshole.”

“Watch it, boy. I’m awake now and more than willing to distract you below stairs until Celia has concluded her business.” Felipe waits for the words to sink in and for Kid to drop his shoulders. He may be young, but Kid is no one’s fool.

“You want her to find out something?”

“I want her to do more than that.” He rises from the bed and extends his hand toward Kid, who takes it without hesitation. They walk only a few steps to Felipe’s desk, where he motions Kid into a chair and types his convoluted password to view his laptop’s home screen. A few clicks later, they are watching Caleb go down on Celia in Kitten’s room.

“Holy fuck! You’ve got a camera in there.” Kid is scandalized by the invasion of privacy. “Does Celia know? Oh my God.”

“Language, boy! Yes, she knows,” Felipe says through a grin. Celia’s legs are spread to their limit, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Caleb sucks and licks noisily between her pillowy nether lips. Celia’s head rests in the lap of Caleb’s virgin slave; Kitten does not appear pleased by the situation. In the days of Rome, Celia would have seduced the rulers of nations. It’s Felipe’s gain that their fates are tied. He is always looking to expand his empire.

His train of thought is disrupted by Kid’s wince. On the screen, Kitten has just slapped Caleb and run off into the bathroom. He closes out the feed. “See that? She’s jealous.”

“So?” Kid asks seriously.

“If Caleb used Celia to solicit Kitten’s jealousy, we can use it to our advantage. A man will do anything to protect that which he holds dear. I only need to know if this girl is more valuable to Caleb than his business relationships.”

“What about Celia? Isn’t she more important to you than your
business relationships
?” Kid does nothing to disguise his revulsion toward Felipe’s cavalier attitude.

Felipe leans over until his nose nearly touches Kid’s. “Whose idea do you think it was to get close to Rafiq’s apprentice? Do not believe for a moment your mistress is incapable of intrigue. She knows more than you or I ever will about dealing with monstrous men. Understood?”

“I—I…yes, Felipe.” He wants to leave it there and discovers he’s unable. “But why?” Kid follows the older man back to bed and forgoes his floor pallet to climb beneath the blankets.

Felipe tucks the covers under Kid’s chin. “Keep this secret and one of these nights, I’ll tell you another.” He knows it isn’t the response the other man is looking for, but it’s the only one he is willing to give. “Until then, tell me something about you I don’t know.”

Kid sighs. He isn’t going to get more out of Felipe than the man wants to divulge, so he veers toward the path of least resistance. “My name’s Andrew. Andrew William Benson. I don’t think you’ve ever asked,” he mumbles accusingly.

“Hmm,” Felipe nods, “you were born in Yuma, Arizona to William and Sarah Benson. Your maternal grandparents are alive and living in Connecticut. Celia will have her hands full planning your birthday celebration in two months, and although you’ve been arrested for underage drinking, disturbing the peace, and criminal mischief, you’ve never spent more than a single night in a cell. Now,” he pauses for effect, “tell me something I can’t read from a police report.” Kid’s expression reads like closed captions for the hearing impaired:
Please stop talking before I start screaming.
Felipe runs his fingers through the boy’s hair. “Why are you called Kid?”

Kid swallows several times before he can answer. “M-m-my dad,” he chokes out. “In the army, he went by Wild Bill, you know…like the outlaw.” His heart is pounding! He will
never
do anything to piss Felipe off—ever. “I was Billy the Kid.”

Felipe smiles. “I have heard of them. Very sweet, boy.”

“Yeah,” Kid prattles on nervously, “Mama used to like to break out the pictures of me in my diapers and cowboy boots. I had a cap-gun on each hip.” Felipe seems to genuinely appreciate the detail. Kid relaxes marginally.

“Do you shoot well?” Felipe asks.

“Nah,” Kid smiles, “my mama never liked real guns. After she died, I never wanted to carry one. It used to drive Tiny crazy, ‘cause it meant he had to watch out for me.” Kid falls silent.

“Do you miss him?” Felipe inquires.

Kid nods shallowly. “Sometimes.” He pauses. “It’s more like…I forget to miss him and when I remember…I feel bad for wanting to forget again.”

“When you miss him, do you ever think about revenge?”

Kid takes the time to consider the older man’s question. Part of him does—want revenge against Caleb and the others—but then… “When I was twelve, my buddy Shaun Wiseman stole my girlfriend.” The memory makes him laugh. “I was so pissed at him. He kissed her with tongue and everything—was more than I got from her. So I come home and tell Mama m’gonna kick Shaun’s ass, and she said…” Kid finds himself getting a little choked up and takes a deep breath to settle himself, “she said revenge is for people who got nothing to lose.” For the first time, Kid purposely seeks out Felipe’s eyes. What does he want most? The voice in his head screams his answer loud enough to silence any errant thoughts of revenge. He knows his truth. “No, I don’t ever think about things like that. What would be the point?”

Felipe experiences the oddest sensation. This boy does things to him, makes him feel like his heart is new. Following a few seconds of heavy silence, Felipe yawns. He leans over to press his lips to his bewildered lover’s forehead. “Goodnight, Andrew. I want only pleasant dreams for you.” He rolls over and shuts his eyes before the other man can reply. “I’m glad you chose my bed over the floor,” he whispers.