Boy Toy: Chapter One

Clay

I was sitting against a cold brick wall, knees pulled to my chest and my face cradled in my hands. 

I was tired. Just so tired.

I knew I shouldn’t sleep on the street again, but those shelters were always so scary. I should have stayed at the halfway house after I got out of Somerhearst, but that place had scared me too. 

It was starting to get cold at night and I only had my worn sweatshirt to cover me.

Why did this have to be my life?

Well, I guess I had really done it to myself. Fucked my life up on my own. I couldn’t blame anyone but me. 

I deserved it…or at least most people would think I deserved it. 

I was just drifting off to sleep when someone kicked my shoe. I jolted and looked up.

There was a stony faced police officer looking down at me. “You can’t sleep here, kid,” he said and nudged my shoe again.

“I’m not a kid,” I mumbled, but I stood. I was twenty-three but I didn’t want any trouble. After everything I’d gone through—all the shit I’d gotten myself into—I didn’t need to be arguing with a police officer.

I got a better look at the police officer when I stood up and took in his broad shoulders and perfect biceps. His chocolatey brown eyes weren’t so bad either.

Why did life have to be so cruel and make him a cop? I hadn’t had someone that good-looking fuck me in a long time. 

I realized he was staring at me while I was staring at him and I decided to go with the best defense—I pushed my hair out of my face and scowled at him.

He didn’t seem fazed by my expression because he said, “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

My heart did a little flutter at his slightly concerned expression, but that just wouldn’t do.

“Fuck off,” I said and went to move past him so I could walk down the street and find somewhere else to sleep.

He grabbed my arm before I could go far though. His grip was tight on me and I looked up, seeing his pissed off expression. I became jittery but not from fear.

“Do you really want to talk to a police officer like that?” His tone was threatening, but again, it didn’t scare me…It got another part of my body interested though.

“Sorry, Officer,” I said sarcastically. 

Fuck I was really digging myself a grave here, wasn’t I? 

He wasn’t playing the same game I was. 

I was playing the ‘I’m going to be a little shit and pretend I hate you so you get mad and have angry sex with me’ game. He wasn’t going to get that though, so I really should’ve just kept my mouth shut.

This was a cop for fucks sake.

I glanced at his name tag, Officer Sloane. I glanced up at him. Well, Officer Sloane looked fucking pissed. 

“Fucking brat,” he cursed. “Just get out of here.” But he didn’t let go of my arm. 

“Are you going to give me my arm back?” I asked with a smirk.

He growled and let go of me. 

We stared at each other for a moment longer. I really didn’t want to go. I would’ve liked him to press me up against the wall and pound my ass until I couldn’t walk straight.

But that just wasn’t going to happen.

Things that I wanted in life never happened.

Guys that hot usually didn’t want anything to do with me. 

I wasn’t bad looking. I was mildly attractive—or at least I liked to think so. But Officer Sloane was way out of my league. 

He was the hottest guy I’d seen in quite a long time.

And he’s a cop! So stop staring!

I decided to listen to that voice inside my head that always had self preservation instincts. 

I turned around and walked down the sidewalk.

Officer Sloane didn’t try to stop me. But I could feel his eyes on me.

I turned a corner and then I was out of his sight.

I let out a little sigh and kept walking lethargically.

I really was tired and now I would have to find somewhere else to sleep. That alley had seemed like a safe bet, but I would have to walk awhile to make sure that Officer Sloane didn’t find me again.

I walked a long time.

And since it was starting to get cold at night, most people were inside their nice warms apartments or houses. The other homeless people were much smarter than me and had gone to stay in one of the few shelters around the city.

But I was not smart.

I had learned that a long time ago.

Eventually I found an abandoned building and took shelter in there.

It seemed even colder inside that it was outside, but at least if it rained I would be protected.

And I was sure that no other police officers would find me here.

I laid down on the cold, concrete floor and curled up into a little bawl, trying to keep as warm as possible. 

I started drifting off quickly and the last thing I thought of was chocolatey brown eyes.

__________

A week later I was brought into the police station in handcuffs. 

It really was a stupid decision on my part to think I could get away with shoplifting something at the mall. 

A dirty homeless guy probably couldn’t get away with anything at the mall. People watched you like hawks in those stores.

A man led me into the station and we walked passed a bunch of desks where other police officers were doing paper work or looking into leads or whatever the hell cops did when they weren’t out harassing people on the streets.

The officer that arrested me at the mall was big, but not nearly as handsome as Officer Sloane. Why couldn’t he arrest me? I could’ve played out some fantasy where he bent me over the hood of his car and fucked me right there. It would’ve been a great fantasy.

But as we were walking passed all the cops—I caught sight of him. My heart skipped a beat, which I did not like at all.

It didn’t matter if I saw him again, he probably didn’t even remember me. He saw a lot of people each day and besides, it was dark when I had met him. He probably wouldn’t recognize me even if he did remember me.

But just when he was almost out of sight, he looked up from his desk and we locked eyes. It only lasted a second before the cop that was behind me kept me moving forward.

Did I see recognition on Officer Sloane’s face? I really wasn’t sure. He had only been able to look at me a second so I didn’t have time to read his expression.

I was thinking way too much about Officer Sloane. 

I needed to get him out of my mind because knowing me, this kind of thinking always led to bad things.

I had a history of…Well, some people would call it different things. I just called it obsession. 

The officer leading me walked me into the jail area and opened a door to one of the cells that already held a few guys. He shoved my in there and locked the cell door again. 

Because of my experience with getting arrested, I turned my back to the cell door—waiting for him to unlock my handcuffs in an opening in the bars. I stood there for a long time and then when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw that he was gone.

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath.

I wasn’t a big guy, not by a long shot. I was very thin and these other guys in the cell could beat the shit out of me if they felt like it. And by the looks of some of them, it really looked like they would enjoy it.

Since I really didn’t want to get beaten up—and not in a fun sexy way—I backed myself up into a corner and kept my eyes down. 

Today was not my day. And I really regretted shoplifting. I shouldn’t have done it. It was a stupid mistake.

With my history, I didn’t need to get in any more trouble with the police. I told myself that once I got out of here I would try to get my act together. I would start staying at the shelters. Maybe they could actually find me a job and I could go back to a normal life like I used to have before everything got fucked up over—No. 

I didn’t think about him anymore.

It was done. Over. And I buried the name in my mind so it wouldn’t come up.

Done…Over.

Done…Over.

Move on, Clay. Move on.

You don’t want to end back up in the nuthouse.

I slid down the wall and sat down. 

My arms were starting to get sore but I would be fine.

I would always be fine.

_________

“Clay Morrison.”

I slowly came to when I heard my name and I blinked my eyes open. My arms fucking hurt now. 

“Clay,” someone called again.

I looked up and saw that Officer Sloane—Officer Sloane!—was calling my name.

My heart kicked up a few beats, but I told myself to stop. Don’t get excited. There’s no point. It’s not like he would want anything to do with me anyways. 

I pressed against the wall behind me with my hands and managed to make myself stand up. I’m sure it didn’t look graceful at all, but it wasn’t like I could impress him anyways with my dirty clothes and crazy hair, blonde strands sticking out every which way. I was sure there were bag under my brown eyes and my pale skin was probably even paler than usual.

I walked over to the cell door as Officer Sloane assessed me.

I could look at him all day. He had dark brown hair, shorter on the sides and longer on top—the top was most likely still within regulations for a police officer though. His skin was slightly tanned—what was he? Italian? 

I might have even been salivating a little at the thought of seeing him naked. I bet his cock was huge and I was sure he could fuck me just the way I liked—hard and rough. Officer Sloane looked like he had some tamped down aggression in him and I would totally love for him to take it out on me.

Snap out of it, Clay! You’re not doing anything with this guy. Like ever. Just get the fantasy out of your head now.

Officer Sloane’s chocolate brown eyes didn’t show a hint of friendliness and I was perfectly fine with that. He didn’t need to be friendly for my fantasies to run wild. 

Stop! I scolded myself again.

He opened the cell door and said, “Come on.” I slowly walked out of the cell and he locked the door again behind me. 

He grabbed my arm, using a firm pressure as he began leading me back into the main room where the desks were. 

I was curious as to why he had come to collect me. He wasn’t the one that arrested me and I just assumed that they big guy would be doing the questioning. But apparently not, because here I was with Officer Sloane. 

He led me through the desks and eventually stopped at the one I had seen him sitting at earlier. He moved behind me and unlocked the handcuffs. I stretched my arms, letting out a tiny groan. He motioned his hand towards the chair placed right next to the desk and I sat down.

“I’m Officer Sloane. I’ll be handling your case,” he said, flipping open a file. It was quite thick and when I glanced at it, I saw my mugshot that had been taken a few years ago. 

“I know,” I said, trying not to sound weak. “I remember you.”

I saw his mouth twitch and he looked at me. But he didn’t say anything.

Did that mean he remembered me or not?

He looked at the file again and said, “You’ve got quite the rap sheet.”

I swallowed, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like I was proud of the things I had done in the past. Being in Somerhearst made me realize how much of an unstable person I was. I knew I wasn’t like everyone else. My brain didn’t work like Officer Sloane’s and he probably couldn’t comprehend my reasoning behind everything I did.

“Stalking,” he said, beginning to read the offenses in the file as he lifted the pages. “Lots of stalking actually. Assault, attempted murder…”

“It was not attempted murder,” I mumbled. “I wasn’t going to kill him.”

“You stabbed him,” he said with an expression that said he didn’t believe me.

“It was an accident. I didn’t mean to,” I said, making sure I didn’t sound weak or like I was whining. “We were fighting and well…it just happened.”

“Kidnapping also? You threatened this Danny with a knife too…”

I pursed my lips, not wanting to hear that name. I didn’t want to think about him or—

“Elijah Waters,” Sloane said quietly and I stiffened at the name. “Hey, isn’t he that billionaire? Wow, lots and lots of complaints of stalking, and the stabbing of course,” he said like it was obvious. “Didn’t they get married a couple years ago? It was all over the internet.”

“Can we get to the point,” I spat out, knowing it was stupid to get angry at a police officer but I couldn’t help it. I was over that whole thing in my past, but it wasn’t something I liked to hear about or think about. Not after spending two years in a place that told me over and over again how mentally unstable I was and probably just have a predisposition to act like this. I wanted to be better. I wanted to move on with my life and become a normal person…I didn’t know if that would ever happen. But that’s what I wanted more than anything. “Yeah, I’ve done some fucked up shit, but can we get to the shoplifting?”

Officer Sloane seemed to assess me again with those brown eyes that I could look into forever. How could his brown eyes be so dreamy and gorgeous while mine were dull and boring? It didn’t make sense. 

“You mean shoplifting these?” He asked, opening the bottom drawer in his desk and pulling out a pair of red lace panties I had tried to steal. He held them and said, “Real interesting choice.”

Wow, Officer Sloane was really a huge dick. 

And…unfortunately…that just made me like him so much more.

You really are fucked up, Clay.

“Well,” I said, hiding my embarrassment with a smirk. “Some guys just like to feel special sometimes. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted your girlfriend to dress up in something like that.”

He set the panties on the desk, giving me a heated look. Either he was angry or turned on…or both. 

Both was always the best combination in my eyes. 

“I’m sorry I did it,” I said when it seemed that he wasn’t going to say anything. “It was a mistake. I know it was stupid, but I’m just fucking crazy, okay?” I said a little louder than necessary. “I can’t explain to you why I do the things I do. It’s just the way I am.”

And maybe my lip trembled a little bit on the last part.

Which I just really fucking hated.

I didn’t want to come off as weak, especially in front of Officer Sloane.

He watched me for a long time, staring right at me which made me feel like I was under a microscope. He finally said, “What were you diagnosed with? You went away for awhile, after the…incident.”

Incident. 

I wanted to laugh.

But I didn’t.

I nodded. “I was diagnosed with BPD—Borderline Personality Disorder.” 

I had never talked about this with anyone outside of Somerhearst and it was actually kind of weird.

Well, it wasn’t like I conversed with many people on a daily basis. And my mental health certainly didn’t come up.

“Are you supposed to be on meds?” Officer Sloane asked. 

I swallowed. “Yeah, but I can’t afford that shit. I don’t have insurance.”

I didn’t like to be reminded of the medication I was supposed to be taking. 

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be on it. I did. It had really helped me while I recovered from the psychotic break I had, but there was no way I could afford that. There was no way in hell.

There was slight concern in Officer Sloane’s eyes and it made me want to growl and hiss.

I didn’t need people to pity me. I hated that more than anything. I didn’t need pity. 

Pity got you nowhere. It certainly didn’t help me with my problems, so he could shove his pity straight up his ass. 

Sloane didn’t say anything and just watched me. 

He actually didn’t say anything for a long fucking time. I don’t know if he expected me to look away but I didn’t, I just stared back at him and eventually narrowed my eyes.

Suddenly he said, “You’re a brat.” He stated it in a monotone voice and it made me laugh.

“Yep, that’s me. So can we move this along? Charge me and throw me in jail or whatever,” I said, really tired of sitting here talking to him because he just got more under my skin every second. 

He watched me for a long second before he said, “I have to do some paperwork.” He stood up. “I have to take you back to the cell for now.”

I sighed and stood up, turning around to see if he would put handcuffs back on me, but instead he put a hand on my shoulder and started guiding me away from his desk. I almost jerked my shoulder away from his hand. I wasn’t sure how I felt about him touching me. I kind of liked it a little too much. 

He grip was firm on my shoulder and my fantasies went wild, picturing him being rough with me. 

He brought me back to the area with the cells and unlocked one of the doors. He pushed me lightly inside and I turned around to look at him as he locked the door back up.

I looked at him, biting my lip slightly, just to be a slutty little brat. He raised one eyebrow, giving me an incredulous look and then he turned around, walking away from me.

I sighed and walked away from the cell door. 

There were most of the same guys in here that I had seen before. One looked like he was on something with the way he was shaking. I was so glad I had never gotten to a point low enough that I turned to drugs to make me feel better. Getting addicted to something like heroin would be a complete bitch.

I went back to my own little corner and sat down, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs. 

How long was I going to go to jail for? Or would they just send me back to Somerhearst?

I supposed the second option would be better than the first. Somerhearst was actually a really nice place. For some reason he had made sure I went somewhere nice—the fucking bastard. 

I didn’t let my mind wander anymore to him and his husband. There was no point in thinking about them anymore. Really, I was over it. I needed to move on with my life because it was in the past. They had certainly moved on with theirs.

I rested my forehead on my knees and closed my eyes. I probably shouldn’t be so relaxed in this cell with other people, but so far none of them had bothered me and they looked like they were all minding their own business. 

So I stayed in my own little corner and relaxed until I learned about my fate, whatever that may be.

__________

I heard Officer Sloane calling my name again and I quickly perked up.

I realized that I had fallen asleep so easily here because I felt safer than I had in a long time. I knew jail cells weren’t often a place where people would feel relaxed and safe, but it was better than the street and definitely warmer too. 

I stood up before Sloane called my name again and I walked over to the cell door.

He unlocked it without a word and let me out.

I looked up at him, not really sure what to expect from this. Was he taking me somewhere else to be processed or something? I didn’t know. Usually when I got arrested I was held overnight and then they let me go. 

Sloane just looked at me a moment before saying, “Come on.” He put a hand on my shoulder again and began leading me away from the cells.

I really took in Officer Sloane’s height for the first time. He was super tall and my head only came a little past his shoulder. I loved when a guy was so much bigger than me. I could really imagine him pinning me down and taking anything he wanted. I wouldn’t be able to fight back and that was so hot to me.

I was fucked in the head. I knew that better than anyone.

We didn’t go back to his desk like I thought we might. We actually, surprisingly, headed straight for the doors out of the police station.

I looked up at him with a curious face, but he didn’t look at me—just kept staring straight ahead. he said goodbye to a couple people, but they barely paid attention to us as they looked to be hard at work.

Sloane held the door out of the police station open for me and I cautiously walked outside.

He was just letting me go? 

But then when he walked outside, he grabbed my shoulder again and began leading me to the parking lot where all the cop cars were parked. I swallowed, wondering what this meant for me. Was he taking me somewhere scary?

Suck it up, Clay. Seriously. Don’t be a pussy.

I steeled myself and walked where Sloane led me. 

It was already dark outside and I realized that I had slept in the cell a lot longer than I had thought. I had been at the police station for most of the day without realizing it. But I felt well rested and on high alert.

He stopped at a cop car parked in the middle of the lot. He pushed me towards the passenger door and opened it for me. I didn’t need to be told to get in, I did it on my own.

He closed the door behind me and walked around to the driver’s side.

I wondered why he was having me sit in the passenger seat and not in the back like a normal criminal. 

I watched him sit in the driver’s seat and start the car. 

I was nervous, especially since he wasn’t saying anything at all. Where the fuck could he be taking me? Was he taking me to a shelter? I knew I would just sneak out of the place as soon as he left.

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. He was a cautious driver and didn’t take his eyes off the road.

I thought about asking him where we were going, but I decided against it. I would find out sooner or later.

I looked out the window as the city passed by. It was a week night, so not many people were out  tonight—most of them probably getting ready for bed so they could get a good night sleep before heading back to work tomorrow. 

Eventually, we started driving into a more residential area and we were surrounded by townhouses. They were really nice looking—not super high end, but just…nice. It looked like a great place to live. 

Sloane pulled the cop car up to the curb and turned off the car. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked over at him. 

What the fuck? What was this?

He looked back at me, part of his face in shadow because of the poor lighting in the car.

“Come on,” he said for the second time tonight and he opened the car door.

I opened the passenger door and got out, closing the door behind me.

“What is this?” I suddenly asked, not sounding very happy. “Where are we?”

I knew I sounded rude, but it didn’t look like Sloane was charging me with shoplifting and I was basically a free man right? I could be rude if I wanted to be.

“It’s my house,” he said after a moment. “This one.” He pointed to one of the brick townhouses with white trim. There were flowers on either side of the short staircase up to the front door, but they looked dead and not well taken care of. The house still looked nice nonetheless.

“And why am I here exactly?” I asked, not sounding an ounce friendlier and I raised my eyebrow.

“Come inside and I’ll tell you,” he said and motioned for me to come towards the house with his hand.

I could barely see his expression but I knew he wasn’t smiling. He didn’t sound unfriendly though. He actually sounded nicer than he had all day and I didn’t know how I felt about that.

I walked around the car, dragging my feet slightly. I stepped up onto the sidewalk and followed him towards the house. 

The streetlights kept the neighborhood somewhat well lit and I had an inkling that there wasn’t much crime here, especially if Sloane drove his police car home and kept it parked on the curb. I bet that deterred a lot of criminals.

I followed him up the steps to the house and waited for him to unlock the door. 

When he opened the front door, I saw there was a dim light on inside so the place wasn’t completely dark. He moved aside so I could walk in first.

I looked around, taking note of the cute kitchen to the right. Against the wall the wall, by the window, there was a small table with two chairs where he presumably ate his meals.

To the left there was a small living room with a couch against the wall that the front door was on and a tv across from it. There was also a bookcase with what looked like a wide assortment of DVDS, books, and trinkets.

I stood by the kitchen counter that separated the kitchen area from the living area and turned around to look at Sloane.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked with an accusing tone. 

He told me with a straight face, “I want you to stay here until you get back on your feet.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, totally shocked by his answer. I thought maybe he took me here to show me his rock collection or fucking anything but having me live with him! This was crazy and I said just that. “This is insane!”

“It’s not insane,” he said calmly. “You need help and I want to help you.”

I shook my head, still so unsure what to think about this. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

I stared into his chocolates brown eyes and asked, “Why? Why would you want to help me?”

He averted his eyes and it was the only time I had seen him look anything but completely dominant. Not that he looked submissive, but he kind of looked just as unsure about this as I was. Was this just a split second decision that he would end up regretting tomorrow?

“I don’t know,” he said, looking back at and shrugging one shoulder. “There’s something about you. I even thought so the first time I saw you on the street.”

“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t give me any bullshit about me being special. That’s fucking stupid and not true. I’m a fucking crazy psycho stalker that threatened someone with a knife and did some other fucked up shit. Why would you want someone like that in your house? Are you fucking insane?”

He said, “I don’t know. Maybe. All I know is that I want you to stay here. As long as you need to.”

I took a few steps toward him and pushed at his chest, scowling. He stood his ground and I pushed his chest again. 

He gave me a heated stare and I realized then that he really had been attracted to me all this time. He had tried to hide it, but now that we were alone he obviously wanted me.

“You’re being nice,” I said with a frown.

“So?” He asked, still not backing away from my hand on his chest.

“I don’t do nice guys,” I said in a snotty tone. 

He paused, eyes going slightly narrower. “Then I won’t be nice.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed my back.

I took a small step back and watched him.

I was turned on. I hadn’t been in such a close proximity with a hot guy like him in a long time. And we were in a place where we could do whatever we wanted with no worry of someone finding us and stopping us.

He watched me for so long as we seemed to have a battle with just our eyes. Eventually he said, “Suck my cock.” He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down.

I fell to my knees, his groin directly in front of my face.

Was this happening?

Was this really happening?

It was like all my dreams were coming true. 

He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer to his groin. I let out a small moan, loving the way he pulled my hair. 

I reached my hands up and began unbuttoning his pants. He was still in his uniform and it just made this situation so much hotter to me.

Fuck, I really couldn’t believe this was happening. 

I pulled the zipper down and pulled his dick out his boxer briefs. It was just as big as expected it to be. He walked around like he had a huge cock and I definitely wasn’t disappointed. 

I glanced up at him while bringing his cock to my mouth, licking the tip. He let out a low groan as he watched me. 

I took the tip into my mouth, sucking and licking around the head. He gripped my hair tighter and I let out another moan.

“I said suck my cock,” he growled. “Not tease me.”

I could feel my own cock straining against my dirty jeans at his tone alone.

“Then make me,” I said with a smirk as I looked up at him.

He growled again, gripping my head as he shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. I hummed and moaned at his aggressive nature.

I closed my eyes as he began fucking my mouth.

This was exactly what I wanted.

This was how I wanted to be treated.

Be rough with me. Don’t treat me like a delicate girl because I can take anything you want to give me. Let it all out and take it out on me.

Very few people had been able to give that to me. I had a feeling Sloane could.

As he continued to hold my head in place and thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, I started palming my cock over my jeans.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He said through his grunts while he thrusted.

I whined, unbelievably turned on. Even more turned on by him not allowing me to pleasure myself. 

He untwined his fingers in my hair on the top of my head and tilted my head back, making my face turn up to him. I opened my eyes and saw him giving me the most dominant look I had seen on any man that had done anything like this to me. 

Holy fuck.

I would do anything for him. I would lick his shoes if he wanted me to. I would do absolutely anything as long as he gave me that look everyday. 

With that dominant look still on his face, he thrusted twice more into my mouth, letting out a small moan as he came down my throat. 

I swallowed around his cock and then he let it slip out of my mouth. 

He didn’t say anything as he tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped them back up. 

I looked up at him, waiting for…something. I wasn’t sure. Was I waiting for approval to move? Or…something else? 

He looked down at me and then made a motion for me to stand. I slowly got to my feet, probably looking up at him with a submissive look that I only got with the most dominant guys. 

“Your room is down the hall. Second door on the left. I left you some clothes to wear until we can buy you something else,” he said. “The bathroom is the at the end of the hall. The laundry room is the first door on the left if you want to wash the clothes you’re wearing now. I’m going to bed. We’ll talk more in the morning.” 

He said everything so matter of factly, as if he was in complete control of the situation and I had no room for argument. 

I was still under some sort of spell from the dominant look I had gotten. 

It wasn’t subspace. That shit never happened to me because I was always aware of my surroundings and had never trusted someone enough to let go of that much power. And I didn’t ever plan on letting someone close enough to do that to me. I had thought maybe that was an option for me at one point, but not anymore. Love was not in the cards for me. I knew that now. 

He assessed me for a minute. “My name is Erik by the way. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner.”

I nodded slowly, actually really liking that name. It fit him perfectly.

And then he moved towards me. I stayed very still. 

He whispered in my ear, “You’re not allowed to come. Do not touch yourself tonight.”

A little chill ran all throughout my body and he brushed passed me, making is way to the staircase in the hallway. I turned around to watch him go.

I couldn’t move until he was out of sight. Then I headed down the hall towards the room he had told me was mine. 

I was still in a little bit of a shock after what just happened, but I opened the door and turned on the light. 

I walked into the room, taking in the full size bed, end tables on either side, and the dresser right across from it. 

The room wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen—the house was pretty small—but it was the nicest room I’d ever had. And it was amazing.

I walked towards the end of the bed to look at the clothes he had laid out for me. I lifted up the sweatpants that would be way too big for me, but at least they had a drawstring—maybe I could make them fit. There was a big t-shirt underneath that. When I picked up the shirt, I froze when I was what was beneath.

I set the sweatpants and shirt aside, slowly picking up the pair of red, lace panties. The exact pair I had tried to steal just this morning.

My heart was beating fast and I ran my fingers over the lacy fabric.

I didn’t know what to think.

I was both ecstatic and…cautious.

Because while Erik had said he wouldn’t be nice…this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. All of this. Staying in his house, giving me a room of my own, and buying me the panties I just tried to steal.

Was it possible for your life to make a complete 180 in the span of twelve hours?

I guess it was.

I held the panties to my chest, taking in the room once more.

Then I looked at the panties again.

Fuck, I really would’ve like to jack myself off while wearing these.

That would have been a perfect ending to this day.

But Erik’s tone when he told me not to touch myself tonight was hotter than anything I could do to myself tonight. I could wait to come until whatever he had planned for me next.

I smiled and began undressing until I was completely naked. 

It would be nice to shower, but that fluffy white bed was so welcoming. 

I slipped on the panties, loving the way the felt on my skin. My cock was softening and my arousal was going away little by little. 

I ran my fingers along the red fabric of the panties.

My face couldn’t decide whether it wanted to smile or not.

Living with Erik Sloane was either going to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Or the worst.

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