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Chapter 13

Anders

I couldn’t just stay away, could I? Even after I witnessed the horrors of what happened in that bedroom three nights ago.

When Jahmar realised I’d blocked him and he glanced up at the camera, I saw what I’d done. I may as well have cracked his ribs open, reached inside and ripped his heart out.

Despite the fucked up operation he clearly has going on, I had no right to boss him around, demand he fuck himself, and then leave him high and dry. I essentially used him to get off while watching him. I can’t help but feel icky about that. Although I’m somewhat reserved in everyday life, I’ve always taken a more dominant role in the bedroom, so I’m no stranger to safewords and aftercare. Even if I wasn’t there with him physically, I held control; I dominated him in every sense of the word, and then I blocked him because I’m a fucking coward.

Once the lust-filled haze had faded, images of him mutilating that man and smiling about it assaulted me, making me feel physically sick despite the amazing orgasm I’d had because of him.

How can I be enchanted yet disgusted by someone all at once? He’s an oxymoron. I want to kiss him, then punch him, fuck him, then kill him, love him, then hate him. Woah, hang on. Love him? Absolutely not, I definitely don’t want to love him. He’s just a scab I can’t resist picking. He’s not something I get to love…

I should’ve demanded he explain what the operation was all about, but instead, I thought with my dick, and now we’re in an even bigger mess than before, so messy we can barely see the floor beneath us.

I should unblock him, and apologise for treating him like a slut, only there for my entertainment. Yet, I’m torn; what if he actually is torturing and killing people? Is this good doctor performance all an act? There’s no way I want to get tangled up in that web. Shaking my head to clear my mind, I can’t keep jumping to conclusions. Guess there’s only one way to find out.

Hey, I’m feeling much better. I’ll be in later.

Femi

Bout time, mi miss yuh xxx

Every time the automatic doors slide open or the lift pings, I swear my heart gets trapped in my oesophagus. This feeling is fucking gross, not knowing if he’s here or at work. I could knock on his door—that would require a pair of balls, though, which I currently don’t have. Oh god, balls. I guess Jahmar could lend me a pair; he probably has some stored on the top shelf of his fridge. My insides twist.

Fuck, I need a distraction. I need to think of anything else but that. I log onto my security system to check the pool area and study rooms. I’ve somehow resisted the temptation to check Jahmar’s feed all day. I needed to get my head straight before we inevitably bump into each other again.

I swivel on the chair so Femi can’t see what I’m doing on my phone. Not that she’s paying me much mind; the chimes coming out of her phone let me know she’s playing Candy Crush. What is it with people over the age of fifty always having their phones on loud?

Knowing she’s not paying me any attention, my willpower snaps. My thumb moves over and clicks on Jay’s feed. All I see is blackness. He’s covered up the camera. My cheeks heat, and my stomach plummets. Fuck, is this how he felt when I blocked him? I do not like this feeling, not one bit at all.

I push away from the front desk, stand up, and snag the master keys off the side. I feel the disappointment etched into my facial features, so I flatten out my expression before speaking. “I’m going to lock up the pool and do the evening walk around,” I mumble, avoiding eye contact.

“Well awrite.” Femi barely lifts her head, grinning at the game she’s playing.

I don’t know which feeling is worse, watching Jahmar mutilate someone or being denied access to him. It’s fucked. I should be glad he’s backed off, but instead, I feel like I’ve been dumped and ghosted. We were never even together, yet it feels like I’ve lost something monumental. Jesus Christ, that can only mean one thing. I actually fucking like the psycho.

I make my way around the pool, collecting any stray towels the lazy fucks who live here couldn’t be arsed to put into the laundry basket. Once I dump them, I head to the sauna to turn it off for the night. As I step inside, heat assaults me, tickling my cheeks.

“Anders.”

I gasp, clutching my chest. “Fuck, you scared me.”

I already feel my clothes clinging to me, begging to be removed due to the suffocating heat, or maybe it’s because I’m around Jahmar. I go to step back and make my escape, but he pounces, snagging my wrist and halting my retreat.

“Please, wait.” His tone is soft for once, sounding almost pained. I hate that I did that to him. Made him subdued and nervous around me.

I huff, then stop tugging against him, and he releases my wrist now that he’s sure I won’t scatter like an antelope being chased by a lion. He keeps claiming I’m a little lion, so I need to stop acting like weak prey. We’re both dangerous in our own ways.

The lights are dim in the sauna, but my eyes flash to the bright white towel that pops against his dark skin. The contrast is exquisite. There’s a light dusting of curly hair trailing from his stomach down to his crotch, where the towel hangs dangerously low on his hips. An exasperated groan escapes me when I look up, and a devilish grin paints his stupidly handsome face.

“We need to talk,” he says, schooling his face to something more serious when he sees my frustration.

“Fine, meet me outside in five.”

“No, in here is better, more private, no cameras.” His cheek twitches, but he manages to suppress his smirk.

“No way, it’s fucking boiling,” I argue.

Jahmar leans past me, turning off the sauna.

“Well, that’s not going to help. It takes ages to cool down.”

“I guess you’ll just have to get undressed then.” One of his eyebrows raises as if to challenge me. Being half-naked with him is a risky game to play.

I slide my phone out of my pocket and jump onto my security app to check what Femi’s up to. She’s still playing Candy Crush, oblivious to the world.

“Give me a minute,” I grumble, leaving the sauna.

I power walk to the pool entrance and lock it from the inside. Darting into the changing room, I snag a clean towel and strip off. I wrap the towel around my waist and dump my clothes, phone and keys into a locker.

What the fuck am I doing?

Going into an enclosed space, without my phone, basically naked with a potential murderer. I must have a death wish.

Jahmar

Unfastening the white towel wrapped around my hips, I widen my thighs, exposing my engorged cock. I’m playing dirty, it’s the only way I know how. I let Anders reap control over me the other night, and I felt fucking pathetic when he blocked me, so I’m taking back control. He’ll have to suffer the sight of my cock if he wants to know my secrets.

I palm my heavy balls, full of cum that would look fucking divine smeared over his face. My dick thickens as memories of him on his knees flutter to the forefront of my mind, creating a sinfully sweet daydream.

Hearing the sauna door open, I casually remove my hand from my groin so I’m fully exposed. When Anders clocks me, he audibly swallows, and those baby blues pop. I slyly smirk; that’s the desired effect I was hoping for. The light in the sauna emits a low ember. I know he can see every inch of my body on display for him.

Anders clutches his own towel at the hip like he’s terrified I might snatch it away.

“Drop the towel, little lion.”

“No way, we’re not all exhibitionists,” he protests in his typical bratty fashion. I shouldn’t get off on his sucky attitude, but it’s fucking heady this push and pull between us.

“Just a voyeur then?” I tease, raising a cocky brow.

“Fucking arsehole.” Anders tuts and shakes his head. That adorable dimple pops, if only for a second.

“I’ve got to make sure there are no hidden cameras or listening devices. Drop the towel.”

Anders shoots daggers my way, then at a snail’s pace, peels the towel away from his slender hips like he’s doing a strip tease. I have to bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. His eyes don’t leave mine, taunting me. Sweat trickles down my spine. The sauna should be cooling down, but seeing him bare boils me from the inside out.

Anders is slimmer than me but with subtle definition and has a fucking criminal v-line leading down to a tidy mound of dark blond pubes. My eyes drag further down, taking in every inch of his perfect dick. I watch it grow fully erect; he couldn’t stop it if he tried. I’m captivated by how it curves upwards. Fuck, I bet that will feel fantastic catching on my prostate as he pounds my hole. Which he will one day, I’m sure of it.

“Happy now?” There’s a conceited edge to his voice like he knows he has me by the fucking balls, not even figuratively speaking anymore because I’ve been unconsciously rolling my balls in my hand at his little strip show. I force my hand away.

“Yes, I’m always happy when you’re around,” I tease with a wink.

He releases a long groan, making my smile grow wider. The tension between us is unmatched. No one has ever made me feel so utterly insane for their attention. I’m not sure if it’s lust or love, but I’ve surrendered myself to it. He has permission to consume every ounce of my sanity and leave me brain-dead.

Anders picks up his towel, spreading it out on the bench opposite me. Damn it, I was hoping he’d be a little closer—baby steps. He’s here and willing to talk and hopefully fuck, but I’m getting ahead of myself now.

“Talk,” he demands, leaning back, practically pointing his throbbing cock towards me like a beacon. I have to stop myself from crawling over to him.

“How about we play a game?”

Anders shoots off the bench and runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

“For fuck’s sake. It’s always a game with you. I’ve spent the past three days losing my fucking mind. Can’t you see I’m terrified about what all of this means, and you can’t even be straight with me?”

A pang of guilt chips at my protective exterior.

“Alright, calm down, little lion. How about I let you ask me three questions, and I get three in return?”

“That sounds a hell of a lot like a game, Jahmar.” He squints at me like he literally wants me dead.

“Not really. I’m just trying to get to know you. If I’m going to confess all my sins, don’t I deserve something in return?”

He huffs before sitting back down, arms crossed this time. Considering I’ve been winding him up, his cock is still raging hard and weeping for me.

“I’ll go first.”

He nods at me to continue, gripping his lower lip between his teeth.

“Have you told anyone about what you saw?”

“No, my turn,” he snaps. “Is the man alive?”

Interesting first question. Not why. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if he’s trapped in a sauna with a serial killer.

“He’s alive and kicking, don’t worry. I’m not a murderer.”

Anders’ eyebrows draw together, clearly confused about what my motives are.

“When did you start stalking me?” I shoot my question at him before he has a chance to think.

“I-I’m not, why would I? I mean, come on, it’s because—” he stutters, cheeks growing a deeper shade of pink; god, I love that blush. He closes his eyes and takes a measured breath.

He seems to have a real issue with being called a stalker; it gets him in a tizzy every time. I don’t see what the issue is. He should own it. I thrive off him watching me.

Anders gathers himself enough to respond. “I wasn’t stalking you, per se . I was suspicious of you after you joked about having a dead body in that trunk. And maybe a tiny bit curious. I’d never stalk or hurt anyone. I’ve just always enjoyed watching people. I know it’s weird, but you chop off balls for fun, so you can shove your judgment where the sun doesn’t shine.” By the time he's finished his rambles, he’s panting. Fuck, maybe the sauna wasn’t the best place for such an intense chat. “Also, you knew I was watching from the start, so it really can’t be considered stalking if you’re getting off on it and insist on shoving all sorts up your arse for my entertainment.”

“Are you done?” I smirk, gently stroking up my length.

That fierce scowl and rosy cheeks drive me wild. He’s pretty when he’s flustered. It’s the complete opposite of how he was bossing me around on the phone a few nights ago.

Anders nods, then surprises me by grabbing his own cock and tugging on it aggressively. He’s like an untamable beast right now, and it’s all because of me. The aggressive masturbation must do the trick because his shoulders sink, and his hand eases up, stroking it at a more reasonable pace after a minute.

Damn, that’s hot. Angry masturbation, new kink, maybe?

“Ok, little lion, next question,” I gently encourage.

“Did he ask you to do the procedure, like was he there out of choice?”

“That sounded like two questions, but I’ll let you off this time. No, he didn’t ask, and it wasn’t his choice.”

Anders’ eyes widen, and he releases his cock, forming fists at the side of his legs. Is he afraid of me?

Before he has a chance to spiral, I ask my last question. “Are you falling for me, Anders?”

“I can’t answer that,” he says barely above a whisper.

“Why can’t you?” My heart squeezes before fireworks erupt throughout my chest, pounding so hard it could split my chest.

“Because everything depends on the answer to my final question.”

“Ok, ask me.”

His stare is so intense it feels as if he’s pulled my intestines out and is tugging them in every direction.

“Why did you do it?”

I knew this question was coming, and I’m prepared.

“It’s best if I show you…”