- Pete -

Hachoo!

Ha... Ha... Hachoo!

I sneezed until my nose turned red. Since I woke up this morning, I had

been sneezing non-stop. Plus, I kept rubbing my runny nose until I began

feeling a burning sensation. I started to feel dizzy, too.

Vegas, who was typing something in his laptop, was now lying

on the bed, his head tilting as he looked at me. The weather was unpredictable today. I felt my head pounding a little.

I replied.

I turned my eyes to look at the shelf by the other side of the room so I could find a book to read to ease my boredom. Normally, the humid climate in the country didn't affect me too much. We just had sunny or rainy seasons after all. I never had any allergic reactions before. But I guess my body also changed as time passed. I couldn't stop my headache nor my sneezing and coughing.

I focused on taking a book from the shelf. I saw Vegas from the corner of my sight, his chin raised a little while looking at me.

Dammit! The bastard Vegas was still here. Nowadays, he would just stay at home all day, going back and forth from his bedroom and his office. It was strange and I felt even more nervous.

I wasn't used to his presence all the time. With him here, I couldn't go and find a way to pry the chain off my wrist. Simply put, I still haven't figured out how to escape. Geez! Doesn't he have any business somewhere else or something?

I was so focused in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Vegas was

now standing near me. He then used his knee to lightly poke the side of my

body.

I raised myself up from the sofa and looked at him in a daze.

Vegas was holding a glass of water on one hand, and a yellow pill on the other. He handed both to me.

I asked as I held out my hand.

Vegas sank down and sat beside me, gently placing his hand on my forehead.

I hurriedly looked away at the other direction, not daring to stare directly at him. I didn't know why but since he helped me shave yesterday and k-kissed me...

I felt something weird. I didn't know how it happened. I felt something

inside me that wasn't fear nor disgust. It was almost as if it felt good for me. I

didn't know what was wrong with me. I'm confused.

I stiffened. I knew I should still follow him, shouldn't resist nor be stubborn, but my mouth still refused.

said Vegas in a normal tone. So I took the water and drank it after taking the medicine in my mouth, swallowing it. After Vegas made sure I

did it, he went to turn off the air conditioner. Then he went straight to the balcony, opened the curtains wide, and slid the glass door open.

said Vegas before he walked out of the bedroom.

I looked at him with such confusion. What was wrong with him? He's been too kind lately. He wasn't getting annoyed or angry with me at all. It was weird!

He was so nice now, as if he was a white-clad young saint. It's like, I'm in

another world. It was weird. It was very weird.

The bastard Vegas walked back in carrying a tall, black fan. He placed it by the foot of the bed and plugged it in before turning it on. He went up and laid on the bed, the back of his head leaning against the headboard as he placed his laptop over his stomach. Then, he beckoned for me to come over.

Did I have a choice? I didn't want to get too close. I wanted to be like the

way Porsche acted with Kinn who would put his foot down and always

shouted out loud, 'No, I'm not going!' I would imagine doing it. But could I

really do it? Of course not. So instead, I sullenly went forward and crawled to the bed. I sat crossed-legged, facing him and staring at him with eyes that

were asking what he wanted.

Vegas pulled my arm to lean towards him.

I said, trying to push his hand away.

Vegas kept pulling me towards him.

Despite that, a part of me

was telling myself not to resist. Even so, I tensed every time he touched my

body. I felt like a reserved young woman. He made me feel like I was a

fourteen-year-old girl.

When he said that, I panicked a

little. I was afraid that my plan would fail. Don't forget, Pete! You need to be

boring. Whatever he says, just follow him.

I repeated, in case it would pass by quickly, even though I knew it

won't. It was just a heavy cold. Who was missing me so much?

Vegas tugged at me once more until my face met his chest. He

hurriedly adjusted his arm to wrap around me, moving me until it looked like I was leaning on him as if he was a pillow. Goosebumps!

Vegas moved his hand that wasn't hugging me.

He opened a folder in his laptop where there was more than ten movies saved inside.

I tilted my head and went for a closer look at the screen. My

eyes sparkled as if I had found something precious.

I asked excitedly, forgetting how tensed I was just a while ago laying

on top of him like this.

I said without looking at him as he went back to the laptop and

continued to scroll through the movie list. I finally had something entertaining to do! I felt like a caveman who just discovered light and sound. I didn't feel like a civilized man without any movies or TV shows to watch.

I was so enthusiastic about choosing a movie that I unconsciously placed my

chin on Vegas' stomach. Even as the bastard Vegas reached up and lightly

brushed my hair, I didn't curse him in my head. At the moment, I was just

focused on the screen.

I turned to him to ask for his opinion. That's when I saw Vegas smiling

brightly for a split second, but he suddenly stopped smiling as if nothing happened.

I softly said, pursing my lips.

I clicked on the movie, enlarging it, and turning the volume up. Vegas pulled me closer to him, moving me until I was lying on his chest as he hugged me with both hands. He would never do this to me before. I suddenly felt the sound of his beating heart. I felt the warmth of Vegas' body.

Even though we were always in the same room, I had never experienced this type of atmosphere before. A certain feeling rushed in me. It was so messed up. It's like I couldn't understand what Vegas was doing to me. But I just let him wrap his arms around me as he wished.

Both of our eyes were staring at the screen. I chose a Disney cartoon film. It was the story of a Mexican boy who loved music and it was the reason why he was able to travel to the afterlife. I had seen this already with the young master and I really liked it. It was light-hearted and not stressful. It was good for me since my life was already stressful to death. Enjoying something for fun made me feel good, too.

Vegas and I laughed together. We were so immersed in the story we

were watching that we were in our own world. The bastard Vegas kept changing his position from time to time. He moved his arm to support his head but his other hand still held me tightly. I moved my head towards his stomach but he would pull me back to his chest every time. He was too touchy, the idiot!

I asked, looking up at Vegas. He took his eyes off the screen and turned to look at me, shaking his head.

I acted like the young master did. Tankhun liked to watch movies and then would always stop to ask the opinions of those watching with

him. And I wanted to know if Vegas was stupid or smart.

Said Vegas with a chill expression.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He might've not really known. If he answered and he was wrong, I'd laugh until my teeth fell out.

I tilted my head and stared

closely at him, waiting for an answer. I wanted him to show his stupidity! So

he would lose his composure.

Vegas pressed my head back down on his chest.

I moved his hand away, leaning

forward to ask him again. A mischievous smile appeared on my face. Vegas probably didn't know. He's stupid. It was a children's cartoon, dude! People like him would pretend to be awesome and powerful, but he couldn't even guess a simple cartoon like this. He was probably afraid to reveal his idiotic side, huh?

Vegas said threateningly as he pointed at me. Ha! That was my chance.

Vegas suddenly covered my mouth with his hand. Alright then. I took off his hand and opened my mouth to speak again.

My eyes widened in shock when I realized his hand wasn't the one covering my mouth this time. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips tightly on mine. My feelings from yesterday came back again. Within a moment, my heart fluttered. He pushed the laptop away and moved my body to lie down on the bed properly. I didn't even notice it happening.

Vegas straddled me before kissing me again harder. He opened his lips, gently biting my bottom lip before his hot tongue explored my mouth. I was feeling a completely new sensation. Ever since I got here, Vegas had never done this to me even once. He only gave me pain, no nurturing, never letting me experience this strange touch that he was giving to me now.

He took advantage of the moment I got caught off guard and he was sucked on my tongue, probing around inside my mouth. I was starting to realize little by little the feeling that surged inside my body.

I protested with a sound from my throat and I used my hand to push

Vegas' chest away. He pulled away from me and gave a faint smile, his hand stroking my hair. His eyes that would always display anger and irritation before were now staring at me with an indescribable emotion.

Vegas said, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

I frowned back. He fooled me! Stupid! When he finished speaking, I couldn't

even open my mouth to curse him. He lowered his face to the crook of my

neck and inhaled my scent. I tensed up, a tingling sensation spreading

throughout every part of my body.

I didn't know if I should be surprised with the change on my expression. Should I even try to stop the person in front of me or not? Because in the end, I couldn't do anything anyway. I should do what my brain was

telling me and let him do what he wanted so he would quickly get bored of me.

But on the other hand, I still couldn't accept it. I was confused and my mind

was in chaos. If I closed my eyes and let it happen, maybe he would be willing to let me go. I was so scared because I knew how this would torture me.

I said softly as his lips explored my neck, kissing and occasionally biting. He kept doing this until he reached my collarbone.

I got goosebumps all over my body, but the weird thing was my heart began to pound uncontrollably. I tried to push him away, but he held on. I started to feel even more of him than before. That made it more difficult and I felt like I was in a daze.

I breathed heavily, trying to suppress everything in me. I felt my body weaken. He pulled away from my chest and back to my lips before kissing me deeply again. We were kissing each other hard until I felt dizzy.

I have to admit, he was good at this. Even though I've had a girlfriend before, I've never had someone made me feel this much before. He kept attacking my mouth until I was devastated for a moment. I could no longer hold back the emotions inside me.

I took a deep breath as Vegas' hand dragged through the middle of my body, heading towards my trousers. My body trembled. No, no, I've never been like this with a man before. But maybe it's because I haven't had any type of release for two weeks now which was why I was letting myself go.

With just little simulation, my body was invigorated. Vegas would just take me so violently before, without any feelings at all, and so I never let my emotions out because I was just afraid and paranoid. So, all my feelings accumulated and

was suppressed in me.

Vegas pulled away a little from my face. Then, he used the tip of his nose to nuzzle the side of my cheek.

I mumbled in my throat. Both my hands were tightly gripping on the

blanket. Even though I know my body wanted this, in my mind I still felt a

little scared. It was all contradicting. This bastard, Vegas, used to torture me and if I tried to resist now, would he hurt me again even more than before?

I didn't want any bad things to happen between me and a man again. The bastard's hand kept stroking the stubborn part of me. But I felt terrible as the past events flowed into my mind.

Vegas said softly. Then he

lowered his nose and kissed both of my cheeks. I silently closed my eyes as his thick palm slipped beneath my underwear and gently held my manhood. I stopped breathing for a moment. It was like all my feelings were condensed at the part when he did that.

I said breathlessly, gasping for breath as his thick hands stroked my cock.

In my mind, I was completely confused. I couldn't fight him and not because I had no strength. I was still bound by the chains and even if I tried to get it off, the farthest place I could get to was the sofa. In the end, I had to be harmed anyway.

It was the first time I heard Vegas

plead to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, seeing his eyes filled with a tenderness that I had never seen before. Even though I was terrified that I was trembling, I managed to reach out and grab a pillow to cover my face. Damn it! I tried to think logically, telling myself that he must want more. But I couldn't give a response.

Vegas' face slid down to my chest, both his hands taking off my pants in the process. I bit my lip tightly because I knew what was going to happen after this. His hot tongue ran through my abdomen. I lightly sank my teeth on the pillow, realizing that he wasn't acting violently at all. His hand gripped on my cock and stroked up and down. I felt pathetic and disgusting. However, there

was another feeling that intervened.

It was good that he wasn't hurting my

body anymore. But even so, I couldn't forget that I was still raped by him. But for now, at least it hurt less.

I tried to bite my lip as hard as I could to prevent the sounds I was making from slipping out. When the bastard Vegas ran his thumb over the

head of my cock, I admit that it felt a little good. Who would dare execute

himself in this room? It wasn't strange that my cock would react easily to

stimuli. My heart kept pounding.

While his hands kept doing that, his lips began to move towards my thighs.

Vegas moved his hand up and down faster, emphasizing the rhythm that was both strong ang gentle. He knew how sensitive I was. My body began to twist and turn. Then he went to raise my legs a little and parted the two. My vision started to blur as Vegas moved his wrist rapidly, along with his other hand that was now running through the area near my ass. His touch made my whole body flicker.

I pulled my hand away from the pillow and hugged him tightly. I

was suddenly startled again when I felt the same cold lube being smeared into my rear. Sweat began to seep all over my own body. I was scared and tensed, but I also felt like I wanted him to touch me more. I was so confused.

said Vegas' voice, but I didn't care. His hands were working hard to pleasure my cock. And when his other hand inserted a finger into my ass until I tensed up again.

I scolded Vegas. He immediately pulled his finger out.

He pulled the pillow away from my face and pressed a light kiss on my lips. His hands were still stroking up and down at my cock. He

kissed me all over my face before pulling away.

Then he squeezed more lube on his finger again. He went down to my ass like before then slowly inserted his finger, and although it still hurt, it wasn't as much as the first. I was sweaty. My heart was beating so fast I almost thought it was going to burst. My torso trembled as he began to move his finger along with the same rhythmic movement as his hand stroking my cock.

I felt a tightness in my back and I felt like I was about to come at

any moment. I didn't know when Vegas inserted more fingers. He moved so hard that my body started surging. The pain began to fade away, leaving only the friction between our bodies and... a feeling of pleasure... tingling until I couldn't hold my moans.

It was so different this time. So different that I couldn't believe it. I

hated and was disgusted with sex because I've been so stubborn about it. But now, it all felt unexpectedly good.

The bastard Vegas accelerated the stroke of both of his hands. And it was

during that time that I couldn't hold back anymore. I suddenly felt light-

headed and then a sudden twitching sensation as the milky white cum

released from my cock, spilling a little on my stomach.

I gulped from the intensity of it all, along with the heaviness of my breathing.