Kaye at 30
Is this it? Awed, I look up at
the high rise building and wonder to myself why does he look like a beggar if
he lives in this kind of place. Cheri’s assistant already informed me yesterday
that I need a clearance in order to get into his unit. And so I’m presenting it
to the doorman now.
I don’t know what Cheri told him our relationship is but he knew Cheri’s been living with me for these past few days and that seems to be enough to trust me for a clearance into his house. I’m aware how important Cheri is but I never thought he’d be this someone big.
According to the assistant, this fifty or so story condominium building houses four luxurious units in each floor. But the penthouse occupies the entire topmost floor which is owned by one person alone. And the clearance I was given happens to be that penthouse itself.
I shake my head in disbelief. Seriously, why then was he living in my cramped up apartment all this time? I get into the elevator and slide my pass onto the slot which automatically assigns the penthouse as my destination.
The chute is a glass enclosure so while I’m being lifted up, I enjoy watching the entire city and the neighboring skyscrapers around. It takes a considerable time until the lift finally arrives. It’s heavily monitored. Even the receiving area has a security stationed on it.
“Mr. Robinson?” The guard asks and opens his palm for my pass and ID, checking it thoroughly before giving me the go. “You may get in.”
“Thanks.” I nod at him and buzz Cheri’s door.
I did a few tries but the door isn’t opening and I got worried. The security seems to become suspicious of me as well. After another long moment, the speaker finally beeps.
“Henry, I’m not expecting anyone today. Who’s at my door?” Cheri’s voice rings at the speaker.
The guard slowly reaches for his holster and watches me with accusing eyes. He bends a little to the speaker and answers.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Bright, I wasn’t aware of that. But a certain Mr. Kristofer Robinson is here to see you. He has a clearance directly from your publisher.”
Before the security guard can finish his speech, the door suddenly bursts open. When I look inside, Cheri’s standing behind it bundled in a robe, looking surprised and with tear-stained eyes. I feel like someone kicks me on the gut that I suddenly grab him in my arms.
“Oh, my God! What happened to you?” I frantically ask. “Why are you crying?”
“Back off, Mr. Robinson! Take your hands off of Mr. Bright!” The security demands while pointing his gun at me, making me shock that I clutch Cheri even tighter in my arms.
“It’s ok, Henry. Put it down, I’m fine.” Cheri gives the security a small smile, looking grateful before closing the door behind us. “Um… what are you doing here, Kaye?”
I glance at the door with a frown before looking back to Cheri. “I was worried you suddenly vanished in the crowd yesterday and didn’t meet with your assistant. You also didn’t come back home last night.”
“You said you were having a guest so—”
“No, no! I didn’t know you actually thought I’d want you to leave when I said that. I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Rosy. She’s with my mom right now.”
“How cruel.”
I blink at his mumbled words and look at him closely. Something’s not right. Something’s different about him. No actually, I’ve felt this since the previous night. I just thought it’s part of his eccentricity. But seeing him in tears, I don’t think he’s alright after all.
“Hey,” I brush away his wet hair and cup his face into my hands. “You should dry your hair properly or you’ll get a cold.” I caress his cheeks with my thumbs when he keeps silent. “If something’s bothering you, you can always tell me about it, ok?”
“Uh, I’m alright,” He withdraws from my touch and turns away. “D-do you want a drink? I don’t cook so I can’t offer you anything to eat.”
I feel like he’s putting up a wall between us and I don’t like it. Despite the closeness we’ve shared this past few days, he seems to drift away. And I have a feeling that he’s doing it on purpose. I grab for his waist and hug him from behind.
“I’m serious,” I whisper into his ear. “I mean I’m not Superman that can solve any problem. But at least, if you tell me about it, the burden will be halved and you won’t feel alone.”
“Unh,” Cheri’s shoulders tremble before a series of sobs escape his lips.
“Oh, kitty.” I turn him around and hold him tighter, raining kisses on his head and temple while petting his hair. “It’s alright. I’m right here. It’s going to be alright.”
“Kaye,” he clings onto my shirt and kisses my neck and jaw. “Kaye…”
“Yes, I’m here, kitty.” I place a few pecks on his lips before licking the tears that roll on his cheeks.
“I want you,” Cheri grabs my face and clumsily kisses me on the lips. “I want you, do you understand? Please, take me right now. Right here. I don’t know what to do if you’ll turn me down again. So please—” He shuts his eyes tightly and continues crying into my neck.
“Oh, kitty.” I grab his hair and tug it down to crane his neck until our lips align. “How can I turn down such tearful request?” I kiss his lips and thrust my tongue into his mouth then grab for his ass to haul him up off his feet. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Upstairs,” he answers in between frantic kisses and wraps his long legs around my waist.
I place Cheri down the bed, tug the sash of his robe open to reveal his pale nudity underneath. I also shed my own clothes while my burning gaze caresses his naked allure. As I climb back to bed, I suddenly feel conscious at the brightness of the room.
It’s then I realize everywhere I look is made of glass. The competing skyscrapers under the afternoon sun serve as mural. As if reading my thought, Cheri reaches a remote from the night table, flips a button until the glass blurs the scenic view, enclosing us in privacy.
“Do you have lotion?” I ask him while fumbling on the drawer myself. “Ah, never mind. It’s here,” I found a tube of hand cream, squeeze a dollop onto my palm then apply it along my cock before putting some into his tiny hole. “Kitty, I’m afraid I have no condom in me. So…”
“It’s alright,” Cheri says breathlessly. “Um… I trust you.”
“Thank you but,” I frown while watching my fingers slowly loosening him up. “I remember you actually didn’t like it after experiencing it the first time. So, I’ll just pull out, ok?”
“Hmm,” he hums and pulls me by the shoulders for a hungry kiss. “Kaye, please…”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m putting it in.” I pull out my fingers after hearing his desperate voice and align my cock into his opening. “I’m getting in, kitty.” I slowly thrust into him and Cheri’s mouth opens in a series of gasps. “Fuck, try relaxing a bit. You’re too tight and tense.”
I lick his earlobe while pinching both his nipples, trying to take away his mind off the pain of my invasion. Cheri’s hands grab onto my back, tight enough that I’m unable to escape. I let him hold onto me though, soothing his insecurities with sweet nothingness.
“It’s alright, I’m right here. I won’t go away. I’m giving you me. Relax, kitty.” He takes a few deep breaths until his muscles finally relax around me and I push deeper into him up to the hilt.
“Unh!” He groans and bites on my shoulder, tensing up once again.
“Shh, it’s alright. I’m gonna move so I can completely become yours. Hmm, kitty? It’s gonna be fine.” I capture his lips and kiss him deep just as my hips start moving in waves, pillaging his warm and tight insides with my hardness.
“Kaye… ah, unh… So, ah, ah! Y-you’re so deep. Hmm, ah! Yes, yes! Ah, ah!”
Cheri undulates beneath me while continuously speaking disjointedly. I want to devour him with a kiss but I’m also enjoying his ramblings. He becomes a different person when he’s having sex. From a pretty shy, four-eyed person, he becomes a seductive beauty driving anyone into rut with his feminine wiles.
“Deep. S-so deep, Kaye! Unh… So good! I c-can feel you here,” he places a palm over his stomach and shivers as I thrust even deeper. “Kaye, ah! So g-good. Hmm… Ah, ah!”
Just like before, Cheri has a fast trigger. He comes easily after a few strokes coupled with several rub around his cock. But I’ve mastered holding up myself so I continue thrusting into him. When he comes the third time, only then I finally release my pent up lust.
I should’ve pulled out as promised but Cheri doesn’t want to have it. He traps me in his thighs, crossing his ankles on my ass so as not to let me go. I’m more than eager to give him what he wants and spray his insides with my sperm. If he’s a woman, I would’ve knocked him up from that generous release.
Cheri quickly collapses even before I can pull myself out. I take his glasses off and place them on the table before kissing both his swollen eyes. I get up from bed, put my clothes back on and grab for a washcloth to wipe him clean. After leaving a lingering kiss on his forehead, I leave his room and inspect his entire place.
This penthouse is as empty and cold as his fridge. There’s nothing in here other than the tall bookshelf at the corner. It feels like he’s never lived here at all. Should I call for a delivery? No, I want to cook for him but I want to take him back to my own home as well.
I stand in front of the bookshelf that’s half filled and survey the kinds of books he has, impressed after realizing they’re almost his own novels. Now that I’m presented with his numerous works, I actually remember one my mother owns. I’m sure it was written by him but I’ve forgotten the title.
I randomly pick one that intrigues me the most. It’s entitled Pursuit. It’s hardbound and thick with an ominous feel to the cover. Like I’m about to read something that might twist my stomach into knots. The thought makes me not want to read it so I cut to the middle page instead.
…
I tentatively trace the marks on my body. They are vividly red and scatter everywhere. It has been two days, yet, I still feel his warm hands on my skin, his incisors biting on my flesh. His hardness that continually thrust into me, molding my insides into its shape.
A shiver of desire runs up my spine once again. The memory always has me yearning for a repeat. I never regretted it. It was shocking in the beginning. But in retrospect, it was a destined occurrence. After all, I and every part of me, belongs to him.
The doorbell startles me to consciousness as it chimes in. Today, I am to expect no one so who can it be? Without conscious thought, I walk across my living room and, in a slight daze, open the door. What awaits me at the other side is the nightmare I thought I have successfully run away from.
By instinct, I shove the door close but it bounces right back to my frail frame which sends me flying off before ending up to the floor. My robe splits open, revealing to the pair of leery eyes what I have hidden inside. His gasp is both of shock and delight.
“Well, will you look at that,” he sneers in his raspy voice. “I didn’t know… Princes do actually turn into frogs.” He lunges onto me and grabs for my neck, choking me tight enough to blur my vision. “And who, if I may ask, left these love bites on you, hmm?”
I can’t answer him. Of course I can’t with the way he is holding onto my throat. Even so, I won’t answer with or without the shackles around me. I won’t let him touch a strand of hair to my beloved even if it means my death.
“You won’t answer me?” He asks in a seemingly challenging tone. “Let’s see about that—”
I fail to catch what he grabbed from the side. But the next thing I know I slump down the floor after receiving an enormous hit to my head from something big and solid. He bludgeons me with it several times until I become paralyze in pain.
Coppery smell soon drifts into the air as I bathe in my own pool of blood, making me nauseous enough to send me to sleep. I leave consciousness for an unknown time and wake up in full darkness. Although my body continues in a numb and unmoving state.
I am weak, bleeding and bound from hands to feet with a blindfold and a gag to my mouth. I feel like an animal about to be slaughtered. If it is to happen, at least I would die without regret. Even for a short moment, I was able to reunite with my beloved…
…
I slap the book close and look at the cover once again. Something’s off. I turn the book and search for its published year. It’s three years ago, exactly the same time we first met. Is this really a novel? It feels more like a personal memoir to me.
But if it’s so, then this experience was goddamn traumatic. So, it’s definitely fiction. Right? I stand up and put the book back to its place, staring at the title in a daze. I feel weird. Is this just a coincidence? I pull my phone out and dial a number.
“Hello? It’s Robinson. Yes, Kaye Robinson. I’m sorry for calling this late in the day. About the anonymous person who paid my sister’s hospital bills...”
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