The Master Of Submission

Part 30

Jack's body was exhausted from his sexual exertions, but adrenaline was slowly rising in him. Declan had lied. For a man that claimed to keep his word... he had lied to Mark. Jack dropped the fleshlight to the bottom of the tub, half expecting Declan's grip to tighten around his chest to keep ahold of him. Although to his surprise, he was able to slip off Declan's lap without any resistance. Drifting to the far side of the tub, Jack locked cold eyes with Declan. Declan draped his arms up out along the edge of the tub, staring back at him with a neutral expression. Jack shook his head, muttering back in a hurt voice. "You're a fucking liar". Declan turned his eyes back to the livestream, stating out casually. "From your position I guess I could see it like that. However, I never said 'how' I wanted Mark to pay for you. Now did I"? Jack sank a little lower in the tub, trying to recall. He was finding it hard though... He didn't want to be distracted. 

Declan gestured lazily to the livestream, continuing on bluntly. "Mark is a famous Youtuber. Do you think that he can throw a charity like this in a companies name and they not know about it? How do you think they will treat Mark if all that money he raised for them... Never made it to them? He'd be arrested for fraud. He'd lose the love of his Subscribers... Yet, none of that even crossed his mind. All because of his love for you". Jack swallowed hard and took a shaky breath. He hadn't thought about that. Declan poured himself another glass of cookie dough flavored vodka, smirking smugly as he stated aloud. "You call me a liar... People call me heartless. And yet... I just saved Mark's career. You should be grateful to me, Jack". Jack shook his head, stubbornly growling out. "You manipulated this whole thing. You're toying with us. What do you want"?!

Declan's smirk disappeared and he answered softly in Russian. "Чтобы снова найти меня". Jack shrugged, asking a bit heatedly. "What? Why can't you just tell me"! Declan sighed heavily, turning sad eyes on Jack as he answered just as softly in a pained voice. "Some things have to be discovered on your own. I wouldn't expect you to understand even if I told you". Declan's eyes drifted down to look at the bubbling water, his eyes becoming so distant. The look made Jack's heart ache. He didn't understand Declan. Was Declan trying to find something here? What did that have to do with Mark and himself? Declan downed the glass of vodka in one go, then moved closer to his iPad. Turning it off, Declan rose from the water to climb out. Jack didn't want to move from his spot. Declan didn't look alright. He looked depressed now. Declan shut off the jacuzzi, telling him numbly. "Step out, Jack. I want to dry you off and get you ready for bed".

Jack reluctantly moved to the edge of the tub, trying to sound nice and calm. Despite the fact his heart was starting to pace anxious circles in his ribcage. "Declan... I'm sure that Trevor has told you about the day that I was almost... About my treatment"? Declan set his iPad down to yank a towel off a rack, stating seriously. "He has. I told you. I'm not a rapist. My interest in you is... for other reasons". Jack rose from the water, but didn't climb out. He simply stared at Declan feeling twisted inside. He didn't know how to think of Declan. A Russian devil? A Master of Domination? A man searching for something? He just couldn't pin him down. Every time he thought he was getting close... Declan would turn things around on him. Declan opened up the towel and gestured for him to step out. Jack cautiously stepped out and flinched as Declan pressed the towel to his arm.

While Declan rubbed every inch of his arm dry, Jack's eyes looked over Declan's tattoos. He wondered if every tattoo over every scar meant something. Much like the Russian stacking doll was a symbol of his lost love and the scar he suffered to save her. Was he covering the scars with tattoos to forget... or to remember? Declan kneeled to rub his leg dry and Jack's eyes fell on Declan's large back tattoo. The longer he stared, the more he noticed that Declan's back was covered in deep prominent scars that made up the features of not just the fur of a large Grizzly Bears snarling face... but also made up the scars on the bear itself. The worst of the scars running down the bear's single eye. The bear's eye was made up of the Russian flag and even though one of its four large teeth was broken, the bear looked to be a fearless fighter. A survivor. Jack sighed, letting his fingers brush over Declan's shoulder lightly in a comforting manner.