The medication lulled me to sleep, and when I woke up sometime later, I was laying in Sebastian’s lap on the couch while he seemed to do work.

“Go back to sleep. It’s still the wee hours of the morning,” he said. Trying to respond to him was a mistake. Swallowing felt like I had deep throated razor blades and not flesh and blood. It was so horribly painful that I wanted to cry, and Sebastian had to know that too. He set what he was working on aside and started to rub my throat. My mouth felt pretty uncomfortable too, but nowhere as bad as the action of swallowing.

He moved slightly to grab something off the table. He unwrapped it and slipped it between my lips. The lemon flavour was familiar and comforting, along with the light hint of honey.

“There, that should help with your sore throat.”

“Th-thanks,”

“Quiet, go back to sleep now.” He said, and went back to work, and I watched him, wondering if he would get mad if I got up and went to sleep in the bedroom instead of here on his lap. Before I could even get completely sitting up, he lightly pushed me back down.

“Stay here. I’ll take you to your room when I’m done with my work.” He said, with a demanding edge to his voice, and I could help but wonder why he didn’t want me to just head to ‘my room’ and sleep. “Until then. Go back to sleep. You’ll need it if you intend to fight me the entire time you’re here.”

I wanted to tell him for the time being I had no intention of fighting him, but I kept that to myself. After all, I couldn’t say if that would be true in the future. Closing my eyes again, I let out a deep sigh and relaxed into his lap. I listened to his breathing for a while, unable to fall asleep here again.

“Do I need to drug you again for you to sleep, Rhory?”

“No. I’ll sleep when I get into bed.” I muttered.

“Let’s go then. I’m done work here,” he said, and pulled me along with him to his bedroom. Not the one he let me use, but his.

“Sebastian... am I not sleeping in the room you gave me?” I asked, my voice still not really wanting to cooperate with me, but it was better now after the medicated candy.

“Not right now.”

“Can I ask why?”

His eyes were harsh when they looked at me, and I swallowed dryly and stopped asking questions right now while he was still being ‘gentle’ with me. He let the silence develop between us until we got into his room.

“Strip Rhory.”

His words sat unprocessed in my brain for a good minute. Once processed through, I stared at him like he had three heads and multiple eyes on each one.

“Please repeat that?” I asked.

“I asked you, or rather told you, to strip Rhory. I will give you something to wear in my bed.”

Everything but my boxers laid on the floor in a pile.

“Those will have to go too, Rhory,” he said, pointing to my boxers. Swallowing my protest against him, I took them off too, and set them on the pile. The urge to cover myself was there, but I figured he might take an issue with that as well. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my body. 

“Here.”

He gave me t-shirt, and that was it.

“Boxers?” I asked.

“For what reason, Rhory? Your body is mine. Be thankful I let you have the t-shirt in my bed.” He stripped down as well and slipped under the blankets naked. “Get in the bed now Rhory.”

“I would like boxers.”

“And I would like to sleep, Rhory. Now get in the fucking bed before I tie you to the fucking thing.” Sebastian said, and I knew from his tone that he wasn’t playing around.

“If you touch me----”

“Touch you... Ha, I might be a mafia boss, but when I touch you the way your speaking of, it will because you will beg me to fuck you,” he snapped, and flipped away from me after he made sure I got in his bed.

I couldn’t blame him for being pissed off, but he wasn’t exactly a law-abiding person. If I was being honest, he had already violated me before; I didn’t know exactly where he drew the line. Rolling so that our backs were facing each other, I pulled the blanket up to my neck.

Sebastian shoved the blanket down his chest and tucked his arm over it. I yanked the damn thing back up where he had pulled it down off me. I was not a fan of the cold air crawling under the space in the blanket and down my bare ass.

That was just the start of our fighting over the blanket that lasted until noon. When he woke me up, but shoving the blanket down and exposing my entire ass to the cold.

“If you want to sleep in the fucking cold, go sleep in the fucking snow.” I grumbled from my side of the bed, yanking the blankets back up for probably the ninety-ninth time.

“This is my bed, Rhory.”

“You forced me to sleep here without my clothing. So let me have the fucking blanket I’m cold, you yeti.”

“Yeti...” he muttered, and I felt the bed shift. He pressed his body against mine.

“I just want the damn blanket. Not your dick pressed against my ass.” I hissed. The warmth radiated from him, and I was conflicted. Push him away and lose the heat, or deal with his cock pressed against me. “Will you please put a pillow between my ass and your cock, at the very least?”

“As you wish.”

He moved just long enough to shove a pillow against my ass. It was fucking cold against my bare skin, and I was sure this man had grabbed the coldest pillow he could find. Grinding my teeth, he pressed the cold even further up my bare ass. Pushing my hips back against him roughly, he grabbed my hip.

“Stop that.”

“So, it’s ok for you to push the pillow nearly up my ass, but I can’t push it back.” I bitched.

“If you don’t stop, I will push something more than the pillow up your ass Rhory.” He hissed, and I shifted my hips forward. “Thank you.”

Sebastian easily went back to sleep, and I tossed and turned, finally yanking the pillow from in between us, and tucking it between my knees. Something about that was pretty damn comfortable, and I left it there. Of course, all the comfort had to be ruined eventually, when the yeti himself yanked the pillow from between my legs and palmed my whole dick in the process.

“Get your damn dick off my pillow.” He groaned.

“Your balls and dick were on it before...” I muttered into the pillow. I had my arms wrapped around and my head laying on it.

“It’s my fucking pillowing.” Sebastian hissed and grabbed the pillow again, once against his fingers touching my dick.

Feeling a little spicy about him yanking on the pillow, I bitched at him. “If you’re going to keep yanking on shit, my dick is right there. At least yank something that will benefit me.”

His hand moved past the pillow, and he grabbed my cock. His hand was warm as he tightened his grip.

“Ngh. Let go.” I pushed against his hand.

“Nope, I don’t think so. You rudely demanded that I yank on something to benefit you. I believe that’s what I am doing.” He said, moving his hand. “Surely this isn’t the first time another person, another man, has touched your cock. Just lay there and fucking enjoy it.”

Conflicted emotions danced in my brain. Fight him off or give into the pleasure and desire his hand was stirring up. If I truly hated what he was doing to me, I was sure I would have gone soft rather than hard. Clenching my teeth for a moment, I gave into his touch.

His fingers loosened on my cock, and he reached into the side table, his body hovering over mine. He produced a bottle of lube and pulled the blankets down. I shivered from the chill in the air, and he was quick to mention he would turn the heating higher later.

“Here, hold this.” He took the hem on the t-shirt and brought it to my mouth. Grabbing it with my teeth, I held it in my mouth while he rolled me on my back slightly and opened my legs a bit.

I was apprehensive about this, but I also didn’t want to stop here.

He poured lube in his hand and stroked my cock with it. Right away, I could tell this man knew what he was doing with his hands on my cock. He held my cock in one hand and rubbed his palm around on the tip of my cock. No one had ever touched my cock like this, and it was really simulating.

“Wait... please.” I groaned, and he stopped, giving the base of my shaft a squeeze. The smirk he wore was aggravating.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Rhory. It makes me want to take you to the edge and leave you high and dry.”

“You----Ngh.” His hand moved on my cock again, and he rubbed his palm on my tip aggressively, and it was doing the job very well of getting me closer to the abyss. Clenching down on the t-shirt, I moved my hips with his hands. I was right there, knee deep in pleasure. His palm stopped and his fingers were replaced with wet warmth. Looking down to confirm this was his mouth, his eyes met mine, and he hollowed his cheeks and his tongue, soft and warm, stroked me. That was enough for me to blow my load into the wet warmth of that mouth.

Shuttering, I laid there, a wash of exactly what we did cascading over me. But something else flooded in too, scaring me. I wanted to kiss those fucking lips that were just wrapped around my cock.

Fuck.