Licking our Wounds

Chapter Three

Steve was sitting on his knees, looking up at Billy with desire and uncertainty. "What are we?" Steve asked finally, Billy grinned as he looked down at him.

"What do you want to be sugar?"

"I-."

"Do you want to be mine?" He asked, it was soft but dangerous. Steve wondered if he accepted his offer of a relationship that he was shaking hands with a devil. Yet he wanted it.

"Yes.... But I want to have.. I want to give consent for things."

"I can handle that, do you want me to still drug you?"

"Yes." Steve grumbled after a moment of silence. His face was as red as a tomato. "I do... and I-.. Well I want.. I want to be yours, not just a toy."

"Oh darling, you are far more than a toy to me." Billy promised as he pulled him onto his feet, he pulled Steve into a hug. At first Steve was frozen in his arms, Billy grinned as he leaned to the side softly, holding Steve close. He swiped his switchblade off the table. Steve yelped as he was turned with speed, the blade was held against his throat. "If anyone tries to hurt you, they will have to answer to me."

Steve was breathing heavily, the feeling of the cool blade against his throat was making him crazy, his cock twitched at the feeling. Billy dropped the blade back on the table. "Now princess," Billy picked him up and swiftly sat on the bed, pulling him onto his lap. "With the.. Climate of our world... we will have to keep this on the downlow."

"Yeh.. yeh..." Steve mumbled. "I get it."

"Good I'm glad you do... I don't want you to think I hate you though, you're my everything now but I don't want people to figure it out. If they do, we could be in danger."

Steve nodded, he leaned his head against Billy's shoulder, Billy took a deep breath. He was so fucking cute. "I have some things I need to take care of today okay? Aren't you babysitting today?"

"Oh fuck yeah I am.. I'm babysitting like four of them taking them to the arcade. Long as that one kid who keeps fucking with Dustin doesn't show up."

Billy chuckled a bit. "You're a protective mommy aren't you?"

Steve nodded, his cheeks growing hot at the statement. "Yeah.. I guess you could say that." The kids called him mom for the most part, at first he knew it was a joke, something they did when he was nagging. Now it seemed like their nickname for him. Billy calling him mommy felt good though, in a way. He liked it.

"Well, you go have fun with the kids, mommy. I've got some things to take care of, see you then okay?" Steve only nodded, Billy stood and plopped him on the bed with little effort. He tipped his chin up and kissed him roughly. "I'll see you later okay? Maybe you'll know it's coming, maybe you won't."

Steve felt a shutter run down his spine.

He watched Billy pull his clothes on, he noticed a bit of red on the hem of his T-shirt but assumed it was from the party last night, wine or a jello shot that got spilled. Billy waved to him as he slipped out and ran down the stairs to his car.

Steve got himself dressed, the taste of cum still on his tongue. He hummed to himself as he thought about everything that had happened in the last hour. He felt himself growing hard at being called princess, having his ass referred to as Billy's pussy. He wanted to be drugged again, used for Billy's pleasure.

He tossed water in his face and looked at himself in the mirror. "You're a sick fuck." He said to himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back, hungry for more. He ran down the stairs and grabbed his keys. He would need to hurry and pick up each kid from their house and then head to the arcade for their day of fun.