Protected

.7.

{Tristin}
I watch as Hector bounces off towards Miles and Holland which makes me smile. I could tell the two men took interest in my best friend and I also knew Hector was intrigued by them. Hector loves attention especially if it's from sexy men like Miles and Holland. Anyways...

When Christopher got back from work I had to undress him from his work outfit and then dress him in some low hanging sweat pants that left me blushing and a tank top showing off his muscles. I swear he does this on purpose just so I get flustered. At some point since Hector ran off I moved couches because where I was the air vent was right there and I got cold. I was seated next to Christopher watching the cooking show that was on the big flat screen TV. I don't really like sitting around and doing nothing because I always had something to do with Joey at our home because he liked a clean place, but Christopher has people to clean the house which leaves me with nothing to do. I would bake all day but I don't want to make things just for them to fill the fridge or sit out and go bad.

I am to scared of Joey finding me to go out and do fun things. I mean I guess if I'm with Christopher or Miles or Holland I feel safe but there is always that lingering feeling the I'm being watched or someone -that being Joey- jump out to grab me.

I was jumped out of my thoughts when a hand landed on my thigh firmly squeezing. My find fills with fog as Christopher doesn't move his hand. "Is your friend staying?" He asked. I look over at him but he is not looking at me instead he is staring at the TV watching the guy cook a steak or something. The words want to come out but my mouth just opens and closes like I'm a fish out of water. His fingers stroke my inner thigh making things way worse. I take a breath, "uh, maybe, I'm not sure" I finally say. His fingers brush against my crotch and my breath hitches as it wakes from the touch.

"I'm sure Holland and Miles will take care of it" He hums removing his hand from my thigh. I let out a whine quickly slapping a hand to my mouth. I glance at him to see a smirk on his handsome face. "I heard that" He purrs grabbing the TV remote. The TV gets turned off, my wrist that's not casted gets grabbed and Christopher stands and begins walking taking me with him. I open my mouth to safe word but I stop myself because I-I want this. I want him. We make it up the stairs into his bedroom. He shuts the door then presses me up against it leaning super close to my face. "Remember your safe word" He mutters brushing our lips together. I nod not caring about that word right now. "You will do exactly what I say when I say it" He growls grabbing my wrists a little careful of my right one and pinning them to the door with one hand. I nod again but this time he taps my lips. "Words" I gulp.

"Y-Yes sir" I say. I wasn't exactly sure what to call him. I know some like to be called master but he seemed like a guy who liked it when he was called "sir" in the bedroom. "Good boy" He purrs in my ear before nipping it. He pulls away and lets my wrist go. "Strip and get on the bed that ass in the air" He demands making me shiver. I slip off my shirt and pants leaving them in a pile next to the door. I blush as I slide my briefs off leaving me completely exposed to him.

I walk to the bed crawling on top of the soft sheets keeping myself propped on my elbows with my butt lifted. I hear a 'tsk' from Christopher. He gets on the bed, pushing my back down so I'm laying on my stomach. My arms rest next to me which he grabs next and lifts them up holing my wrist against the pillows. "Like this boy" He murmurs in my ear kissing it softly.  His body leaves mine and I frown at the loss. I hear draws open and close what sounds like clothes hitting the floor. The heat of his body comes back and something silky gets wrapped around my wrists. I look up to see silk ropes wrapped around my wrist not tight but not to loose either.

One of his hands run down my spine trailing it down to my butt. The fact that I don't know what is going to happen turn me on. My hard on stands proud.

This position is weird, I've never been in this position before and it's taking a toll on my body. Christopher places a kiss on each of my butt cheeks then I feel the end of a fogger. I breath hitches, "only ten, five on each cheek. Safe word if you need" He murmurs. I nod my head on which earn a smack of the fogger against my left butt cheek. "Words, boy!" He growls harshly.

"S-Sorry, sir" I gulp. He hums in approval then smacks my butt again drawing a moan out of my mouth.

Ten smacks later I am a moaning mess. My butt tingles with pleasure and I beg Christopher to let me come. The need to come is so high. I hear the toy drop to the floor with a thud and a cap pop open. "You don't come until I say" He growls lubing my butt. A needy moan escapes my lips when one of his finger press into my entrance. It feels weird since I haven't done this in a long time. Joey liked to have fun but only when he was in the mood, if I was in the mood and he wasn't he would shortly be done and say 'next time'. My pulse quickens and my nails dig into my palm as he stretches me to his liking. His fingers leave and the ripping of a condom wrapper. I let out a shaky breath knowing what is coming next. Christopher runs a hand up my back, maybe to soothe me or just to steady me.

I squeak when I feel him enter me slowly. Christopher let's out a low groan gripping my hips probably going to leave marks after. My head drops onto the pillow in front of me as he stays still waiting for me. "Chris-" He makes a sound kinda between a growl and another groan as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Moans fall out of my mouth as he keeps the pace. My mind fogs and I can't focus on anything else other then Christopher and what he is doing to me.

I pull on the silk tops needing to grip something else, anything else. One of Christopher hand trial down my hip to my abdomen then wrapping around my hard dick. He pumps me causing me to moan louder. "P-Please, please, I need to-" a sharp thrust to my prostate cuts me off and my keens give out and my stomach hits the bed as a needy moan leaves my mouth. He keeps the angle so he repeatedly hits my prostate making the need to come grow. Christopher kisses my ear, "come, now" He whispers and that's all it takes. I come with a scream and Christopher comes inside of me with a low groan.

He lets me go, I'm panting at this point and my eyes flutter open and close. So tired...

The last thing is see is Christopher throwing away a condom then standing up and walking away. My eyes shut and I drift off to sleep.