[TORD'S POV]
I hated that I had actually considered injuring or even killing Edward tonight. I even went down multiple different paths and timelines, trying to figure out exactly how I could hide it from the police without seeming suspicious. I would not consider this a defeat, no, but I surely had given in to the facts at hand, which was that doing something absurd and violent would result in a major deterioration of my reputation and would probably place me in jail if not prison. I was trying to be smart about this. Smarter than any movie-like criminal or infamous serial killer. I refuse to be 'on the run' or 'wanted' like they always seem to be. So, I considered something they never would: giving in temporarily to allow for my later freedom. I possess something most of them do not, which is foresight. I choose to do what will ultimately benefit me, not just what I please to do in the moment.
Think of just about any well-known, serious criminals you can recount. Whether they committed fraud, murder, or a war crime, they all consistently choose the same path which is to run and hide. But even the most calculated individuals eventually fail at this, as humans make many mistakes. Even the most inhuman maniacs out there. For example, of all the criminals who'd done terrible things but were only incarcerated for something as simple as an assault, or an outdated license plate. Imagine if they'd paid the time for their smaller acts. Hundreds and thousands of serial killers, tax evaders, and massive criminals never would've been exposed. Just like Thomas' phone, it's the little things that get you caught. I figured if I did something relatively minor but just accepted the consequences, then I'll be free to do other things in the future. Drugging Thomas was morally and legally problematic, but here I am. I accepted the consequences, and they were lesser in turn for my very admission. Now I am free to do as I please again with some level of considered caution.
"Master?" I heard a sweet voice call out from far behind me. "Thomas! I finished my proposal to Edward, he's gone now." I promptly clapped my hands together, swiveling my head to observe him near the staircase cautiously glancing in my direction. "I-I'm scared. You didn't hurt him, right?" He whined; eyes widened in trepidation. I relented and walked over to him, reaching forward to hold him but he stumbled back, panicked. "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Y-you're covered in blood." He gestured to my hands, making me realize the state of my appearance. I glanced over at the kitchen to the meat on the cutting board, then back down at my hands. "Ah, sorry. I was preparing dinner while talking to him. It's just meat blood."
Thomas hung his head low, his eyes staring fixedly at the ground beneath him. He shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other, causing him to sway slightly. This behavior was typical of him when he was feeling guilty or embarrassed. "Is something else wrong?" I inquired, trying to read him. His eyes looked up higher, but not to mine. He stared at my chest and then my abdomen, blushing madly. "Wow," I exhaled audibly, using my hand to brush my hair aside, specifically the fringe that was obstructing my vision, "You're actually turned on right now, Thomas? From my attempts at cooking a steak dinner?" I partially joked, but it was truly rather amusing.
"G-gross! It's just that... I've never seen you look... bloody. It's startling." He lowered his head in shame, but his meekness only turned me on. "Well, I plan on finishing cooking. You can go upstairs, or you can help me if you'd like." I raised an eyebrow. "I-I don't wanna be alone more though! And I don't wanna cook!" He insisted, bouncing on his toes with energy. "Here," I grunted, taking a step back and pointing to the floor, "Get on your knees." I demanded, and he did as he was told. I grabbed the waistline of my sweatpants and just pulled them down enough to reveal myself to him. "Suck." I commanded, not completely turned on, but willing to be in response to his submission. It's a transaction, if you will. "Yes, Sir." He leaned forward and placed a hand on my thigh to hold himself, wrapping his mouth around my length properly. "Good boy." I smiled calmly, running a hand through his soft brown hair. After the tension with Edward, this felt cathartic. "Mmph." He blushed more, sucking and licking me adroitly with a goal to please me.
"It's so cute," I licked my lips lustfully, "You enjoy being told what to do and being commanded around, hm? You're so perfect." I praised, catching more of his attention as he paused and moved away from me to breathe. "S-sir, can you p-please fuck me?" He whimpered in humiliation, his eyes begging for me. "I'll get blood on you, and I need to cook, remember? I need to shower first, too." I explained, looking down my arms and body again. "N-no, just d-do it!" He stomped, pouting suddenly. "Really?" I snickered in disbelief. "Hmph." He moved to the center of the floor, rolling onto his back and sliding off his shorts. "Thomas!" I called in disbelief, watching him on the floor as he exposed himself to me.
I grumbled at my own lack of self-control as I knelt onto the floor and leaned over him, admittedly aroused as I began adjusting to insert my cock into his body. "On the hardwood, too. Maybe you really are a masochist." I mumbled, looking at his mix of emotions of pleasure and shame. "I-I just want you. Now don't make me think about it!" He set his hands by his sides for me to pin down as I thrusted into him. I held him down effectively and continued to analyze his facial expressions with curiosity. "So, what is it about me that's arousing you? Is it because I just threatened someone? My bloody hands?" I inquired, picking up my pace as he moaned cutely at the pleasure he was receiving. "Y-you look menacing!" He responded, making me chuckle slightly. "You enjoy when I look unhinged?" I raised both eyebrows. "Y-you just look... like you did something bad."
"I did. I threatened a man's life with a clever, then threatened his success at his day job in order to get him to comply with my sadistic demands." I grunted in amusement, thrusting harshly with playful aggression. "Mmngh!" He whined, but masochistically enjoyed the fear that sparked within his body. "I think you're just as obsessed with my power as I am." I grabbed his thighs instead and settled on my knees, pushing into him deeply as he seemed close to his orgasm. "Mm!" He moaned loudly, body squirming and back arching as he reached a climax. I admired his helplessly heaving as he whimpered in lasting pleasure. "I didn't realize you enjoyed that so much about me." I pulled out from him, not satisfied myself. Now was not the time for me to become too aroused, anyway. It's just too easy to pleasure him.
"Y-you just, uh..." He shyly panted and lowered his legs. "I what?" I asked. "You look hot in y-your clothes, and you... the blood, it's like, over your face." He trailed off. I put my hand to my face, not realizing it was on my cheek, likely from fixing my hair a moment ago. "Hah, and that turns you on?" I fixed my pants up and stood, helping him stand as well. "I-I guess... I don't know why. It's gross at the same time." He murmured shyly. "Of course. Do you want dinner or not?" I brushed off my hands and went into the kitchen. "Y-you know what, Sir? I think I'm a vegan now, thanks to you." He mumbled, hopping up onto a stool at the counter. "You're going to develop an iron deficiency. Aren't you already small and weak enough as you are?" I hummed, settling the meat into a pan and turning on the stove. "I'm not that weak! I'm just very susceptible to injury."
"Speaking of being susceptible to injury, could you pick up the clever on the floor over there?" I gestured to where I had dropped it. "Why is it there?" He went over and picked it up, placing it onto the counter in front of me gently. "Well, you know, I had to convince him I wouldn't hurt him, so I just dropped it when I was done threatening him." I laughed, opening up a cupboard to grab some seasoning for the meat as it sizzled. "You just left it on the floor?!" He gasped, making me smile even wider. "Yeah, it was fun. Are you hungry?" I shuffled the pan, putting down two plates on the island counter. "I guess... what kind of meat is it?" He set back down on the stool, watching me curiously. "It's going to be interesting to see how Edward drives home with only one leg, hm?" I commented, pausing as I waited to hear his startled reaction. "What?!" He whined. "I'm only kidding," I turned down the heat, grabbing a spatula to gather the meat onto the plates, "It's bunny rabbit." I handed him a plate, watching his contempt dissolve into a lack of amusement. "It's beef, right?"
