Fantasy

chapter ten

I lean against my hand, watching the tiny boy flip a pancake. I don't know how long it's been since I sent Honey to that ridiculous room. It's not ugly, I just hate it. It's only there because my father's disgusting and had it built into the cabin without even asking.

I've never taken Honey to it before but he's so engrossed with knowing everything about me, I'm sure he knows where it is.

I just want to take a nap with the angels smell encasing me. Eat pancakes, then fall asleep on the couch with him while watching a movie.

With the way Honey was acting, so compliant, especially after another of his crying fits. It's not completely surprising but he doesn't really need me to degrade him right now.

My stomach keeps clenching and I feel queasy. It's probably because I haven't eaten.

I move to the small boy, pressing against his back and rubbing his arm. My other hand moves to steal a pancake from the plate stacked with them. I shove the golden pancake in my mouth, humming. It's fluffy and sweet, but I can still taste the saltiness of the butter.

"It's good, you did a good job." I move away some so I can see his face. He smiles and pours some batter onto the sizzling pan. I take the rest of the pancake and raise it to his mouth. He flinches and I pause.

His eyes snap to mine and he sighs, cheeks flushed.

"S-sorry." He whispers, mouth reaching forward to eat the small piece of pancake from my hand. I watch as he cages my fingers in his warm mouth. He chews, giggling and nodding his head cutely. "It is!"

I smile, petting his head as he try's to flip the cooking pancake. His tongue poked out of his mouth in-] concentration. I move my head down to place a kiss on his cheek. He giggles, pushing his cheek out for more. I comply, giving the cute boy butterfly kisses.

I move back to the counter so he can finish with the pancakes.

The kitchens warm but not as warm as it felt to be so close to Honey earlier. I had to pull away from him so I wouldn't do something I'd regret. Especially something this cutie cooking pancakes doesn't need to see.

It's not like Honey was making it any easier, pushing all of himself and his energy onto me.

I'll just go in, make him cum without doing much work and come back in here to eat.

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I trudge to the black door, looking at it in all it's gore. Locks make it look like a dungeon or torture chamber. I rattle a couple of the locks so Honey knows I'm coming in.

I'm still in my sweats, my hair a mess. This isn't a scene, I just don't want to be a complete asshole and leave him all horny.

The heavy door creaks as I push it open. My father really laid the theatrics on thick, it's annoying. My eyes start to adjust to the darker room. I scratch my head as I move my eyes around the room, red tinting everything.

I see Honey sitting on the floor. Tears streaming down his face as he watches me. I turn around, sighing as I shut the soundproof door.

I move to him slowly, bringing my phone out of my pocket. I reply to my moms text, telling her I'll call her when I can then, drop my phone on the dresser-like stand, beside the boy.

His body's slightly shaking, he looks like he's trying his hardest to keep quiet.

"You wanted this, yes? Well then stop crying, I haven't even done anything." I say as I drag a chair in front of him and sit down.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it back and instead continues to cry. My left eyebrow raises as I notice he's still hard. His cock's bigger then average and his tip's flushed a red color, even in the already red light.