Silken Chains

chapter 20: to much heat

Chapter Twenty: Helpless Nights

The door closed with a soft click as Viktor left the room, the empty soup bowl in his hands. The echo of his footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Alex alone, staring down at the tangled sheets. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, a mix of shame and helplessness overwhelming him.

Bound to the bed, chained by both metal and fear, Alex could feel the weight of Viktor’s control pressing on him. He had heard the rumors—whispers that Viktor was no ordinary man, but a powerful figure in the underground, a mafia leader with a dark reputation. He had brushed it off, dismissing it as gossip. Viktor had always been so kind to him, so attentive. It couldn’t be true. Could it?

But now, staring at the thick metal chain binding his ankle, those doubts seemed childish. It had to be true. It all made sense now—the control, the threats, the possessiveness. Viktor wasn’t just a savior or a protector. He was something far more dangerous, something far more terrifying.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, its hands creeping toward 11 PM. Night had fallen, but sleep was the last thing on Alex’s mind. His body felt restless, uneasy. Then came the sudden, sharp urge to pee. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, trying to ignore it, but the pressure built. His eyes glanced toward the small bathroom attached to the room. It was only a few steps away—if not for the chain.

A wave of frustration and helplessness washed over him. His body tensed, his bladder protesting, but there was no way out. He couldn’t reach the bathroom, and the thought of calling for Viktor, asking for his help—it was unbearable. No, he couldn’t do that. Not now. Not after everything.

His penis twitched, the pressure increasing. He bit his lip, willing himself to hold on, to deal with it in the morning. He had no choice.

Exhaustion soon took over, his body surrendering to sleep despite the discomfort. But even in his sleep, the night brought no peace.

Somewhere in the early hours, he awoke to a strange sensation. His body was hot—too hot. Sweat clung to his skin, and the air around him felt thick and heavy. His breath came in short gasps as he squirmed under the sheets, desperate to cool down. He tugged at his shirt, trying to unbutton it, but his fingers fumbled weakly, the heat clouding his mind.

His eyes fluttered open, blurry and unfocused, struggling to see in the dim light. He continued to tug at his shirt, frustration mounting as the buttons wouldn’t come undone. It was then, through the haze, he noticed something—a figure standing silently at the foot of the bed.

His breath hitched, eyes widening in disbelief.

There, by the bedpost, stood Viktor. His tall frame loomed in the shadows, his dark eyes fixed on Alex, watching him silently.

In his dazed state, Alex couldn’t think clearly. His mind was foggy, clouded by the heat, the helplessness, and the overwhelming presence of the man in front of him. He felt disoriented, lost, not sure if he was dreaming or awake.

"Help me," Alex murmured, his voice barely a whisper, his hands still fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t know what he was asking for—his body and mind not fully in sync. "Help me unbutton…"

The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them.

Viktor didn’t move, but Alex could feel the weight of his gaze, intense and unyielding, as if considering his next move.

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Are you thinking about what I am thinking?

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