Break Me

(12) Loving Every Minute

Ace P.O.V

After Troy fainted, I unchained him, cleaned the cum off of his body and gave him some water before changing his clothes and putting him to sleep in our guest bedroom.

Gently, I placed a kiss on his forehead.

" You were amazing today, pet, " I praised.

I couldn't help but smile as I felt him unconsciously shudder at my words.

As I pulled the sheet over his body, I admire his handsome features.

Beautiful choclate skin. Fluffy hair that makes you want to pull it. Full lips. They would look beautiful around my cock. I can just imagine him choking, as he struggles to take all of me.

But more than any of that I admire his personality. Confident, Honest, Intelligent. He is a work of art.

After a long moment I decide that it was time to go. Ever so quietly I move towards the door, glacing back one last time at our soon to be slave.

Stealthily making my way through the maze like hallways, I quietly slip into the darkness, a knowing smirk on my face and an eccentric twitch to my fingers.

" We have so much to teach you pet." I spoke into the darkness.

" That we do " a familiar voice answered.

Turning my head , I come face to face with the person I've grown to love.

Smiling , I call his name.

" ---- ."

~~ The Following Day ~~

Troy's P.O.V

Getting up the following morning , alone and in a unfamiliar space almost sends me into a panic attack until it all starts to come back to me.

Icy Blue Eyes.

Unruly Hands.

A Dangerous Game.

Painful Pleasure.

" Fuck, " I murmur outloud, "I've got to get out of here."

" Don't even try it. In accordance with the deal you made with Ace, you are now our slave, pet. " growled a familiar voice.

Slightly frightened, I turn my head to the doorway, only to meet the eyes of an all too familair face.

" Mr. Isaac ?" I questioned, confusion evident in my voice.

I really didn't know if I was seeing right. Did he just say our? Does that mean Mr.Isaac and Mr.Griffin are lovers? Where exactly is Mr.Griffin? and Why do I even care?

Too many questions swirled in my mind. The last time I saw them I completely embarrassed myself , reacting like a wanton slut at the slightest form of contact.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Of course they had to have lovers. They were both stunning men. It would be strange if they didn't.

Why the hell does my heart hurt knowing that they are lovers?

I mean why the hell would either of them want someone like me anyway when they have each other.

I thought.

Sad , Embarassed and confused, I do what I've always done, pretend that everything is fine.

As always my mask slips perfectly into place as I greet Mr.Isaac with a well practiced business smile.

In a neutral voice, I inquire about why he is here and where Mr.Griffin is.