Whips in passion

Unless, Zaid decides to keep me, will that make him my Master if he does let me stay? I honestly don’t want to go back to that life; I cannot go through all that again. I glanced outside the window seeing that’s dawning showing is half past six in the morning already, I couldn’t sleep last night, the thoughts of what almost happened were revolving around me, what made him stop? I was enjoying it, I haven’t got that hard for years, I forgot how it actually feels like and damn it was painful. I also feel rejected now, I guess all that “A pretty face like yours is hard to forget” was just bullshit, he just said it to make me feel better about myself. He was feeling sorry for me and needed to get me back on my feet as soon as possible so he could get rid of me.
I am for sure that was his plan, and I was a fool to actually trust him, thinking he actually cared for me and I am not going to stand here and be pitied by the older man. I got up and made my way out the room, down the hallway to Zaid’s room, I took a deep breath as I reached it and knocked, no answer. I knocked three more times a little louder and still no answer, I sighed and slowly opened the door, peeking inside knowing I would find Zaid sleeping, and it was empty. Where the fuck has he gone? I suddenly remember the office an made my way to it, knocking lightly I hear someone groan from inside. I knock again another groan following with a “come in” I slowly opened the door and found Zaid, his head on his arms and shirtless as if he fell asleep like that.
“Zaid?” I said, he quickly looked up at me, his eyes red from lack of sleep, I guess I wasn’t the only one who didn’t sleep last night.
“Hey Frank” he said softly, a smile forming on his chapped lips “What time is it?” he yawned stretching his arms over his head.
“About half seven” I shrugged making my way towards his desk, “Uhm Zaid about yesterday I-“
“yea about yesterday, I’m so sorry Frankie, it shouldn’t have happened” he cut me off. I can feel the blood running up my body to my face as I clenched my fist tight.
“What do you mean it shouldn’t have happened ?!” I shouted, damn I haven’t shouted at someone for ages and it feels so god damn good!. I can see Zaid tense up and anger boiling in his eyes.
“Don’t. you. Dare. Shout at me! From all the people you’re supposed to shout at isn’t me, when I took care of your ass from almost a month!” he shouted to, slamming his fist on the table. This is going to get bad I know I need to calm down but I don’t.
“Yes I will fucking shout and yell all I want you don’t own me, you cannot tell me what to do! This was all a fucking trick wasn’t it? You planned it all you sick fuck!” as I finished that Zaid quickly got off his chair and ran towards me grabbing my neck tightly with his right hand almost chocking me.
“You think I’m a sick fuck Frank?! You want me to be the sick fuck, oh hunny I can be your worst . fucking. Nightmare” he said the last bit through clenched teeth, his grip around my neck was getting tighter as he looked me deep in the eyes he fucking meant every little word that slipped out his lips. Then he chuckled and shook his head “Luckily for you, your Master is soon going to be here, so go get ready, and if you don’t I’ll make sure he makes your life a living hell” he said letting go of my neck, smirking motioning me to get out. My anger is gone now, I’m fucking terrified, I have never seen this side of Zaid before, didn’t even know he had it in him, but not everyone who looks perfect is, everyone’s got a dark side, and I am sure Gerard is nothing different then Tony was. “Oh and Frankie, tell Gerard about last night and I’ll fucking hunt you down and tear you a new fucking hole, now fuck off when Gerard comes I’ll send him to get your sorry ass out of here.” And by that I closed the door and made my way towards the room.
It’s been such a great time to be here and now I feel fucking pissed at my self for not biting my tongue it always got me in trouble. I sat down on the bed waiting for the asshole to come pick me up, I feel good and made up my mind no other shall control me like a fucking pet. I’ll fucking fight if I show I am a stronger man they’ll sure give up and send me away.
A knock on the door startled me, there goes the side of being a man getting scared of a fucking knock. It opened and a guy with firetruck red hair comes in smiling as he saw me he was wearing a plain tight shirt, black skinny jeans and oh boy I could see his hazel eyes sparkling from across the room, he closed the door behind him and sat down next to me.
“Hello Frankie, I’m Gerard I guess Zaid has told you I’ll be coming to get you today” he smiled. I frowned at him and shook my head.
“Nope I ain’t going anywhere with you, you fucking pervert” his smile faded and it turned into a scowl.
“What did you just call me?” he said again his tone deep this time.
“a fucking pervert” I finished, to my amazement he just chuckled and stood up coming infront of me.
“You’re a fired up little one, Zaid said you’re-“
“I don’t give a shit what that ballsack said about me, he was fucking wrong.” I said my voice getting higher almost into a yell.
He sighed and rubbed his temple with his hand “If you’re not going to change that attitude I would have to change it for you”
“Oh yeah? I would love to see you try” I spat out at him. What can he fucking do ? I’m not his fucking pet. “After all I’m not your fucking pet, dickhead”
He smirked and lent down his face only inches away from mine “I shall correct your sentence, you are now officially my pet” he said grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back, I struggled underneath him only for his hand yanking down at my hair painfully I grunted as I saw what his other hand had a collar and chain on it and my eyes widened I have never ever wore a collar let alone a fuckin collar with a chain attached to it, I kept struggling my hand on his hand trying to yank it off my hair, while my other hand reached to the collar.
“FRANK! If I was you I’ll do as the man says” I heard someone from the door I looked at him and saw Zaid there, what the fuck is he doing, STOP him, you fucking piece of shit.
As I got distracted, Gerard quickly holstered the collar around my neck putting it a bit too tight not tight enough to suffocate me. He pulled on my chain making me look at him “And My dick is what you’re going to have in that little pretty mouth of yours when we get home” he chuckled “and if you think about biting, oh sweety I would have to pull out your teeth one by one with a pair of pliers” I gulped down and he pulled again, with the chain.
“Well Zaid I’m going to get going, I need to teach some manners to this little one and thanks for everything” he said to Zaid as we made our way out the room. Zaid nodded and looked at me, was that sympathy in his eyes?.
“Wait Gerard” Zaid quickly said as he ran up to him and whispered something in his ear, Gerard nodded and placed his other free hand on Zaid’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, you know me” I saw him smirk as he tugged on the chain for me to follow behind, I looked back at Zaid, and he simply lowered his gaze down on the floor and started to walk away. I didn’t even get to tell him goodbye, nor thanks for everything he’s done to me, even if it all was planned I still feel shit about flipping out on him. We both had a rough night and the tiredness got both of us. I sighed and dragged myself behind this sicko. So much for freedom.

Notes

I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. had some family business to attend too