to be with danger

really have missed his sweetness

Taking in a very deep inhale, type slowly opened his eyes to dart them a bit, to then make a face, he then went from his side to his back to have his head turned to look about, he then sat up on his forarms to look around to see he was alone.
Type then widened his eyes a bit has he moved his one ankle to not feel anything to it, he then got up to move the blanket away to then part his lips, he wasent chained anymore.
He then got up to grab some clothes to then rush to the front door to open to sign.
There were two guards standing to the other wall to be waiting.
Grabbing something from the oven, Mr. Tyme then moved up to move forward a bit to dart his eyes over type.
"I may have taken the chain off, but I am no fool."
Type signed to then slam the door to step back to eye over it to then hang his head to ball his hands to either side of himself.
"Then what?"
"Mm, you come and sit to enjoy breakfest."
Type made a confused face to then turn his head to then slowly turn to go to then sit to the table to have his head turned to see mr. Tyme to the kitchen to be plating.
"What are you doing?"
"Believe it is to be obvious."
Mr. Tyme then went about to go to place a plate to type to then place a plate to the other side to then sit to eye over it to then dig in, type looked over this man to then peer his eyes down to look over this food.
Mr. Tyme then looked up.
"If I was going to kill you now, I would have done it already. You need to eat."
Type signed to then pick up the fork to then drive in to enjoy every bite.
Mr. tyme tilted his head to look over him.
"Good?"
Type then slowed down to then shrug.
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes to then look down.
"Could be appreciative."
Type signed to look up.
"And you could let me go."
Mr. Tyme darkly chuckled.
"After everything you have done, that is not an option, also you have something of mine in your stomach."
Type took in a deep breathe.
"You don't even want children, why are you doing this?"
"I'm not getting any younger."
Type narrowed his eyes .
"My child will not grow up to be like you or go into what you do."
Mr. tyme stopped eating to then look to type.
"So they should grow up to be like you? A liar? A cheat? A son of a bitch who....."
Mr. Tyme gritted his teeth to then look down, type darted his eyes over him.
"Who what?"
"Never mind."
"No I want to know, who what! I told you to leave me alone! Told you so many times no! I was suppose to just gather some Intel on you that's all! Didn't help you broke my bosses sons heart you prick!"
mr. tyme rolled his eyes.
"Jeez, he was intern for only a bit, he developed feelings for me, wasent when interesting."
Type rolled his eyes.
"That's no excuse! You've used that also when you raped me and took my virginity you asshole!"
Mr. Tyme looked quickly up to see type get up to then leave the table.
"Your not finished with your food!"
"Fuck off!"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes, type then stormed off to try to get to the bathroom to just be stopped to have his arms wrapped about himself, to feel something to his neck, he then turned his head to see Mr. Tyme on him to be kissing at his next to then he using his body to push type to the bed.
Type then started to struggle.
"Dammit! Stop it! I don't want this! I'm sick of you using me!"
Mr. Tyme made type lay to his stomach to have his arms remain there to then go to his shorts to start to pull down with his boxers to then use his other hand to take out his member to hit it against his ass, type thrashed to turn his head to look up.
"Knock it off!"
Mr. Tyme looked to him.
"You owe me type! And from now on your going to call me....."
Mr. Tyme placed his hand to types head to grip his hair to move it back to then go to his ear to whisper the word, type squeezed his eyes tight has he felt that cock make it's way inside his very tight rectum that only become a bit wet since he became pregnant.
"Aaah fuck! I.....mm....I wont call you that! Not when I'm in.... In this....mm.... Position!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow to then move up a bit to move his legs apart to go to his knees to then grab type up to have him go to his knees to have him be on all fours, to have his hands to his waist to be gripping and hard to be staring at him.
"Another position, better call me....."
"Fuck! Stop talking.... Tharn! Just.....mmm....shit! Pound me harder!"
Type then placed his upper to the bed to then move his arm about his head has he felt ashamed to then place his other hand to his cock to stroke to move his ass with tharns thrusting.
Tharn couldn't help but to smile to go quite fast.
To his side, type looked to the bedding with a face, to the side, tharn was to his back with his arms under his head to be looking up to think.
Type signed to then get up, tharn turned his head to eye.
"Where do you think your going?"
"I'm hungry..... Going to finish......"
Type then got up to go after he went to the dresser to grab out a shirt and boxers, tharn then got up on his hands to watch type go with a face, he really didn't know what to do anymore.
He then flopped down to place his hands to his eyes to groan.