Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

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I tilt my head and look into Cameron's eyes, he's studying my face. I suppose he's gauging my reaction to the news story.

"How does that make you feel?" He asks me quietly. He shifts my position so that I'm straddling him and we're face to face. He rests his hands on my lower back and slips his hands under my shirt where he caresses the skin there gently. His touch sends shivers through out my body.

"Answer me, baby." He says and I'm conflicted, I don't know how to answer this question truthfully without making him angry. I want him to be happy with me, he has to be happy with me or else he'll send me back to that dungeon.

"I... I feel bad for my family. I can just imagine the anguish they must feel at not knowing if I'm okay or if I'm dead." I whisper and I look down, unable to meet his eyes.

He tilts my head back up. "Look at me, Nash." He murmurs firmly and I follow his command as my eyes meet his once more.

He leans in and presses a soft kiss against my lips.

"Maybe one day, if you're a good boy, I might let you send a message letting them know that you're okay." He tells me nonchalantly like it's not a big deal. It's a very big deal, I resolve to make Cameron extremely happy so that I'm able to bring some peace to the lives of my family.

They deserve closure, it would be torture for them to forever wonder if I'm dead or alive because they would never find a body.

We fall into a new rhythm, Cameron sleeps with me the first few weeks after he lets me out of the dungeon. Eventually I grow comfortable enough to sleep on my own. I haven't gone back to his office with him, not for lack of trying so I try to fill my time away from him with the Xbox or listening to music on my iPod and reading.

We also haven't done anything sexual since the first time. I crave it so much but I don't dare make the first move, I've grown to know Cameron and I know that wouldn't make him very happy.

When he steps inside the room, he's carrying a laptop. I perk up as I watch him enter. I'm lying on the bed with my earphones in and a book in my hands.

"Hi, daddy." I greet him softly. He likes it when I call him that and even though it felt strange at first I continue to do it until it feels normal and that's all I ever call him.

He sits down on the bed and I sit up, put my book down and take my earphones out.

He hands me the laptop and with trembling hands I open it slowly.

"I'm trusting you with this, baby. I'm being open with you, I can see everything you do from my office. If you start to do anything that I explicitly tell you not to, I'm going to have to punish you. And I don't want to do that, I want you to be my good boy. Okay?" He tells me firmly but lovingly.

"Yes, daddy." I breathe out, my heart beats faster in excitement. The only glimpse of the outside world I've had is the short news clip all those weeks out when I first was out of the dungeon.

"You can send one message to your family, that's it. You can say whatever you need to say they won't be able to trace it to here. I won't be angry with you, I promise." He tells me and he strokes my cheek gently, I lean into his touch my eyes fluttering shut.

I need him so much but I still do not make the first move.

He gets into bed and I scoot forward a little so that he sits behind me and then I rest my back against his chest. I love having his arms wrapped around me, I feel the safest when he's here and I'm in his arms.

I log into my email account, there's thousands of unread emails from the months that I have been away. I click the button to compose the email and type in all of the email addresses of my entire immediate family.

To my loved ones,

I know this is a difficult time in your lives, I was taken abruptly and without warning. It's difficult to try and explain everything that I have gone through in the months thatwe've been apart. I want you to know that Ididn't want to leave you and I tried my hardest to return to you, but I am okay now. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that the life I led wasn't the life I was meant for. I surrounded myself with people because I was lost, missing the perfect puzzle piece that I have now found. Well, he found me. I am meant for this life that I have now. I am not being forced to write this, these are the words from my heart and I am being completely honest with you. Please stop trying to find me, I don't want to be found; it's a waste of time and money. Maybe in the future, if daddy allows it, I'll be able to communicate more. Feel free to email me, I promise to read them all but I will not respond until daddy lets me. This may be the only communication you ever receive from me and I'm okay with that, I hope that one day you will be too. I want you to find solace in these three things: I am happy, I am safe and I am loved.

love,

Nash.

My finger hovers over the send button and after a few moments of hesitation I click send. I close the laptop and put it off to the side, I turn around in Cameron's arms and search his eyes, seeking approval.

He has a soft smile on his face, his chocolate brown eyes shine brightly at me and I relax as I rest my forehead against his.

"You're my good boy, baby." He murmurs and I press my lips against his in a loving kiss.

A/N- Yes, that is the end. idk if it's even good? It's kind of different than what I'm used to writing. Hopefully you guys enjoyed the final part even though it's so short.