“Yes, Felipe,” Kid says in monotone.
“Very well, after I bathe you, I will take you to Celia and you may sleep with her in her bed. I know she’s eager to apologize for thrashing you in front of our guests…but it was the only way to convince Caleb and Rafiq to place your punishment in our hands. Forgive her, won’t you?”
Kid sniffles, “Yes, Felipe.” He adds, “Thank you,” unexpectedly.
“You’re very welcome.”
25. Celia
“Celia,” Kid whispers in the dark. “I know you don’t speak English so good, but do you understand it?” He curls himself, nude and still damp from his shower, closer to Celia.
“Little bit,” she replies gently. “I grasp more than Felipe suspects, but less than he would like. Do you understand me?”
Kid huffs sarcastically, “All I got was ‘Felipe suspects’ and ‘do you understand me’. Is that close?”
“Little bit,” she replies. She grins into the boy’s hair and keeps stroking him. Her young lover suffers so superbly. Just the thought of cracking him open and forcing him to spill all his pain into her waiting lap has her achingly wet. Felipe is such a good master. He gives her only the best offerings…and she only accepts the ones of benefit to her master in equal measure.
26. Kid
Celia rolls her hips and Kid shudders. Sex is the last thing he wants and the only thing he can think about. He’s been rescued, molested, beaten, and maybe raped—he’s not sure if a dildo in his mouth counts. It’s been a hell of a fucking day, and all he wants is for this striking, cruel goddess to hold him like a fucking baby and rock him to sleep. “I’m scared,” he says lowly. “I know men aren’t s’pose to say stuff like that, but…every time I close my eyes, I see blood.” He’s fairly certain Celia doesn’t follow what he’s saying, though, the way her arms pull him closer so she can kiss his temple suggests she recognizes what he needs. “My whole life is over, like I never existed. I’m gonna die here and no one is even gonna care.”
27. Celia
The boy is sobbing again, and no matter how sadistic Celia can be, she cannot abide him thinking he’s worthless. She and Felipe will humiliate the boy in every conceivable fashion, but they will never let him think he is unwanted or unworthy. He is precious. “We care,” she says fervidly and tips the boy’s chin back so she can stare into those pleading blue eyes. “Felipe and me, we are good to you. You our good boy.” She bites his lips playfully. “So pretty.”
He tries to resist it, but he smiles, if a bit warily. He speaks, but his words are indecipherable to Celia. “We are wordist people you meet? What is wordist?” Celia’s nose is wrinkled as though the word tastes bad in her mouth.
Kid genuinely laughs; the sound of it pleases Celia. “Weirdest…it means strange. You and Felipe…you’re…strange.”
She grins. “I’ll delight in showing you how peculiar your new bed partners are.”
“I heard monster? Cowboy, and bed.”
Celia laughs throatily. “We tich eashother how to spek. Felipe will help us in the beginning. He would never pass up the opportunity to play out his student-teacher fantasies.”
“Yeah, okay, that sounds good. What’d you say about Felipe?”
The young man in Celia’s bed is refreshing. Things had been stale lately, but the past few days have brought much-needed excitement to her and Felipe’s tiny world of two. Between Kid, Caleb, and Kitten, her master never wants for entertainment, and she knows he is watching her and this boy from his secret room. She drags her bewildered pet on top of her and wraps her limbs around him; her eyes are directed toward Felipe’s ‘hidden’ camera. “Come here, sweet boy, let me make you feel better.” She cups Kid’s rounded behind and smiles when she discovers tiny hairs standing on end and gooseflesh.
Kid holds himself perfectly still until he is firmly gripped and pulled forward by his flank. He braces his body, unwilling to crush her with his weight; Celia takes advantage of the opportunity to guide Kid’s shy erection into her. Kid groans.
“Good boy,” Celia says affectionately. “You are not scared.” She kicks the sheet down to the foot of the bed with her legs, exposing the scene. She urges Kid to thrust with her hands and feet on his ass. She feels the exact moment of his acquiescence; he melts into her with a whimper and makes short, slow, and ardent thrusts into her.
Celia opens for her lover, folds her knees, and bends nearly in half to allow him to lick the inside of her mouth and stay buried to the hilt. His desperation is her aphrodisiac; she clenches her muscles. “He feels so good inside me,” she mewls. The boy’s rhythm falters and picks up speed. “He…mmm…thinks the deeper he can…yes, baby boy, right there…bury himself…the longer he can hide.”