“And number three,” he went on. “I’m supposed to ask what color you are. Do you want to continue?”
“I definitely do,” I replied quickly. “My color is green.”
“Great!” He shifted in his spot to face me fully, and he crossed his legs. “Don’t you think it’s better to be naked?”
“It’s certainly better than what I was in the interrogation room,” I said.
“Yeah, you looked so dumb,” he chuckled. “I’m naked at home all the time. Daddy and Lucian like that.”
I bet they did. I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander. His private parts formed the most enticing little bulge in his skintight briefs, and it felt so forbidden. Could he be a day over twenty? There wasn’t a chance in hell we were part of the same generation.
“Do you like looking at me, Franklin?”
God yes.
“Very much,” I murmured. “You’re a gorgeous boy.”
“Thanks.” He grinned goofily and leaned closer. He snorted as he glanced at my cock. “You’re getting horny again. For me?”
I released a breath. “Yes.” I dropped one hand on the mattress behind me and gripped my cock with the other.
He bit his lip and watched me stroke myself unhurriedly. I just wanted to get hard, nothing more. Well, that was a lie, but it was all I was going to do. Most likely.
“That’s kinda gross,” he mumbled. “Jacking off right in front of me like that.”
I drew a deep breath and nodded. “You’re right. I should be ashamed.”
“Totally. This is why they call you a whore, you know.” He shifted even closer, much to my horror and joy. And the moment he touched me…the second he ghosted his fingers over my chest hair, a strong current buzzed within me, and I stroked my cock a little faster. “What do you want to do with me, Franklin?”
Everything!
“Suck your cock,” I exhaled. “Touch you everywhere. Fuck you, kiss you, get rapefucked by you.”
Rapefucking had become one of my most frequent searches every night when I watched porn. A whole new world had opened up once I’d discovered the word. Once I’d discovered it was a fetish.
The boy smacked my cheek. Rather fucking hard. “You sick perv,” he whispered. “I’m gonna tell Daddy.”
“Tell him,” I groaned. Pleasure built up rapidly, fueled by the slap—which I didn’t understand one bit. How could that be sexy?
Noa shoved at me next. “You’re gross! You don’t even have the decency to ask my Daddy for permission! I’m gonna tell him right now!”
I choked on a moan, and panic jolted through me. He was off the bed so fast that I couldn’t stop him, and then he was darting out of the room.
“Noa, wait!” I called. Oh Christ, oh Christ, oh Christ. What kind of depraved animal was I? Fully aware I was about to face at least one Dominant for whatever Noa was going to accuse me of, I hurriedly reached for my boxer briefs.
“Daddy!” I heard him call in the hallway. “Franklin tried to molest me!”
“Oh my God—Noa!” I yelled, horrified. My heart threatened to pound its way out of my ribcage as I scrambled to put on my underwear. Molest was such an awful, awful word! And I hadn’t even tried to touch him! I was innocent!
I didn’t get far. Just when I reached the doorway, Kingsley, Tate, KC, and…my goodness, three other men. The space was suddenly crowded, and everyone had an accusing stare aimed at me.
Noa poked out behind another man and smirked.
You devil boy!
“I didn’t touch him,” I insisted. “I didn’t so much as try.”
“Do we trust liars, Master?” Tate asked.
“We sure as fuck don’t,” Kingsley said grimly. “Franklin, we were gonna let you choose between a nice humiliation scene and an orgy. Since you deserve neither, you can grab your clothes and come with Tate and me for a punishment. The rest of you gentlemen, enjoy your fuckfest.”
Right then and there, I started drowning. In a pool of despair, arousal, and shame, I sort of checked out and powered down. I supposed I couldn’t handle things any longer. They’d been fucking with my head since I got here, and I had underestimated each and every one of them.
I picked up my clothes and let out a breath of defeat.
The men gave me a wide berth as I passed them to follow Kingsley and Tate down the hall.
I was about to miss out on an orgy…
“When did you have dinner?” Kingsley stopped outside a room and gestured for me to enter.
“I had a big lunch,” I replied. “The anticipation for tonight played a part too. I wasn’t hungry.”
Oh, this room was much different. This room belonged in a hotel. Giant bed, nightstands, a dresser on which a big flat-screen was positioned to face the bed, and an interior in earthy tones that took me away from the haunted mansion. A soft, cream-colored carpet greeted my feet, the big window made the room feel spacious and lighter, despite that it was dark outside, and it was impossible not to relax. Dimmed lighting, billowy drapes, and furniture that looked like it’d been made by a woodworker who loved his trade.