mad hatter | asaptyler

6.

RAKIM HAD BEEN avoiding Tyler during the whole week that followed their "ice cream date", he was beginning to feel on edge.

And rightfully so — Tyler's obsession with him only grew more in his absence. He was spending more time fleshing out his plan on how to kidnap Rakim and finally make him his slave.

Tyler had managed to fool his therapist and his psychiatrist into believing he was actively taking his prescribed medication, the truth was that I got Yara to flush it down the toilet every week.

Yara was clearly still shaken up by what happened back at the Pool, I don't think she expected her first time hooking up with me to be a threesome with our neighbor.

"Good morning, Sir Baudelaire. Sorry to wake you up like this, but you have a meeting with your Design team in an hour and I know you hate missing Breakfast."

Yara knocked softly on Tyler's Bedroom door, moving to draw open the curtains after putting down a silver tray with a plate of Pancakes, a small bowl of peeled geeen grapes just how he liked them and steaming hot tea.

"Ugh, fuck. I totally forgot about that..thank you though. You look really nice in that jacket though."

"I'm sorry for not asking to-"

"No, no. It's fine. You look sexy in my clothes."

Yara could barely keep it together being complimented by her Boss that she had crushed on since she started working for him.

Tyler paid her an incredibly high salary, let her stay at his place free of charge and would buy her anything she wanted no matter the price.

One could argue that he had groomed her since taking her under his wing at the edge of 16 based on her looks, but he just saw it as helping a girl out who willingly chose to work for him in the first place.

It was adorable to me, I didn't want to commit to Yara because I just know I would break her heart and things would become messy. And yet, I still hate the thought of any person besides me having her.

"Th-thank you,"

"Man, quit being all shy and come give me some loving, Princess."

She wasted no time lifting the blankets, admiring his toned physique, the way she eyed him like she hadn't seen him naked countless times before was one of Tyler's favorite things.

"You like what you see?"

"Always, Sir."

He watched her pull his dick out of his boxers after sliding them down, her small hand just barely fitting around his erect penis.

Yara gave him head whilst he ate breakfast, an occurence that took place often. Tyler knew she would let him do anything to her if he asked, and she knew better than to try defy the man in charge.

"Fuck! Yara, shit..."

Tyler could barely hold his cup without his thumb shaking. He tried his best to hold back,wanting to feel her long curly hair brush against his thighs as she deepthroated him for a little while longer.

"Sir, I know you like it when I go lower, should I?"

"I have to go before I piss Clancy off. Get the water running and hop in with me real quick."

"Yes, Sir Baudelaire."

***

Rakim felt like he was going crazy, I swear somebody touched my shit. But who?

Jordan hadn't stopped by since Sunday Rakim made sure to keep all of the doors with potential routes for intruders to use locked every night but he'd just discovered that his Apple Laptop was gone.

Rakim had his whole life in there - his portfolio, all of his photoshoots, his polaroids for agencies, absolutely everything.

Not to mention a few nude photoshoots he'd done back in his earlier days as a clueless new underage model with some female photographers who'd "scouted" him on Instragam, they turned out to be older women who just wanted to take advantage of him.

I only kept them 'cause I looked good as Hell for 17 in them anyway.

Frantically unlocking his iPhone, Rakim opened his settings and checked if his Laptop was still linked to the Find Your Device app.

Little did he know that Tyler was the one who had stolen his Laptop, intending to copy every single file on a USB stick for easy access to jerk off to the thought of a distraught Rakim finding his privacy had been invaded.