When the massage was over, the lady stayed in the room as she was cleaning things up and organizing random items. Trevor got off the table and got into his robe. I noticed the lady staring at Trevor and moving her head to try and see the front of him. I was about to say something when Trevor spoke up.

"I'll be letting your boss know about your disrespect towards us," he said annoyed as he tied his robe and stood in front of me as I got into my robe.

"S-sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect," she said with a worried tone.

As if. You were practically drooling over him.

"Are you sure about that? You have no need to be asking such personal questions about my boyfriend, and trying to get a look at my junk while I'm changing," he said annoyed.

He just proudly admitted I was his. Is he really not ashamed in the slightest to be with me? I'm not mad at all, I'm just happily surprised, I suppose that would be the right way to explain my emotions right now.

"B-boyfriend?!" She asked confused as she looked between us.

"Yes," He said and grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me close to him and started making out with me. When he pulled away and we looked at her, she was covering her beat red face in shock.

Holy shit. He really is proud to be with me.

"I-I'm so sorry!" She yelled and ran out of the room.

"Dumb fucking bitch," Trevor muttered as we walked out with our clothes in bags. "Lets go back to our room, I made sure we got a jacuzzi tub," he said with a smile.

I never thought anyone would be that proud of me. Let alone kiss me in front of someone... like that.

"Trevor," I said as we got into the elevator.

"Yes?" He asked as the doors closed.

"Thank you..." I said a bit shyly.

"For what?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"For defending me and not being afraid to admit that I'm your boyfriend," I said with a small smile.

He stepped towards me and got into my face, lifting my chin up with his hand, "I'll never be afraid to admit you're mine," he said softly and gave me a peck.

When we arrived at our room, he practically shoved me onto the bed and started biting down my body. "Ah... fuck," I let out as I held onto his head. He dragged his nails down my chest and stomach as he swirled his tongue around my nipples. Making my head light from pleasure.

"I love your sounds," he sighed out. He started sucking on my body and scratching down my skin again, leaving red marks. "I wanna mark you up so bad, they stay for weeks," he said as he bit into my hip and start sucking.

I arched my back a bit as he gripped my member in his hand. I jolted slightly when I felt wetness. I looked at him and he was letting spit drool down the shaft, he started rubbing his hand up and down, making me moan out.

He flipped me over and got on top of me and started grinding against me, "you belong to me," He whispered in my ear as he pulled down the robe, leaving it halfway on, trapping my arms behind me.

I shivered out in pleasure as he pushed up the back of my robe and I gripped the sheets as I felt his tongue swirling around my hole. "Oh god," I sighed out as he shoved his tongue inside me.

My body started moving on its own as he pushed fingers inside of me, he pulled my head back by my hair as he kissed down my neck, biting into my shoulder and sucking roughly on my skin. I let out a yelp of pleasure as he spanked me.

"H-Hey-" I started but he pushed my face into the bed as he spread my cheeks, "t-that's embarrassing..." I muffled in the sheets.

"I love embarrassing you," he chuckled in my ear as he pushed in slowly.

I let out a hitched moan and started panting as he started moving back and forth quickly. "Who do you belong to?" He asked as he placed a hand onto my neck.

I let out a loud moan as he shoved all the way into me, "who do you belong to?" He growled.

"I belong... to y-you..." I let out as he started thrusting roughly.

"Good boy," he said and gripped my neck as he continued.

———

I started the bath and placed some salt and soap in and watched it bubble up quickly as the jacuzzi was filling up. I pushed myself up with help from the edge of the tub and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was covered in hickeys, scratches, and bite marks. I blushed at myself as Trevor walked in and kissed my neck, "join me," he said as he stepped in the jacuzzi.

I stepped in after and he pulled me into his lap, he pushed back my hair from my face and looked me up and down, looking at his work on my skin.

"You look so sexy when you're covered in marks from me," he said as he ran his fingers down my back, rubbing over the scars.

"Do you think that lady will bother us again?" I asked, remembering how she asked about my back.

"If she does, I'll just kill her," he said and kissed my nose. "Don't worry about a thing my prince," he whispered to me as he pulled me into a hug.

I don't doubt for one second that Trevor would kill her. I just don't know if she would deserve death for being disrespectful.

I hugged him back and gulped nervously. "Understood," I whispered.

He set me down and I sat next to him and laid my head back as the jets pushed against my back. "This feels amazing," I said with my eyes closed.

I felt Trevor tracing my arms gently and relaxed in his soft touches.

"I love you Marti," he said.

"I love you Trevor," I replied and smiled.

———

The next morning I was woken up by the sound of people talking. My eyes fluttered open at seeing Trevor pulling in a cart with two silver covers. I pushed myself up and looked at the trays.

"I ordered some breakfast for us," He said.

He pulled one off and there was bacon, eggs, toast, and sausage. He pulled off the other and it was the same. I moved to the edge of the bed and he smiled at me, "how did you sleep?" He asked.

"I slept pretty well," I said with a smile and stood up.

"Lets eat over here," he said and pulled the cart to the couches that had a coffee table near by. I followed and sat down on the couch as he placed the plates on the table for us. He sat down and turned on the TV to the news and we started eating.

I was so engrossed in the food I didn't pay attention to what was on the news. When I looked up at the TV my heart sank lower than the Mariana Trench.

My mother and father were both dead. They committed suicide together by jumping off a building in the middle of Castle City and were found this morning with a note in my dads pocket. The picture of the note on the screen was covered in blood, barely legible.

The anchorman spoke, "a tragedy among tragedies, these two lost their son not more than three years ago and now they've passed, at least they can all be together again as a fami-" the TV was turned off.

I was frozen staring at the black screen. I could see Trevor in the reflection of it, looking at me but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I let my head fall and stared at the ground.

"Marti," he said softly and scooted closer to me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close to him. "It's okay Marti," he whispered as he rubbed my back.

My parents were probably in a state of severe depression. A state of agony. For three years thinking I was dead. Thinking they lost their child to a brutal murderer. Never able to have a proper funeral for me because no body of mine was ever found. They never had any sort of closure. I can't imagine what their families were saying to them about me being "dead".

I allowed them to feel this way. I should've left the second Trevor started letting me ride on my motorcycle without him. But I was terrified. I wasn't thinking properly. I didn't want him hurting my family if I were to escape and go straight to them.

I hurt them. I can't even blame Trevor at this point. It's my fault this happened. It's my fault they did this, I can't escape this fact.

I was a coward.

"Marti," Trevor spoke as he pulled my face up. He looked at me with concern as he looked into my dead eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said.

"It's my fault," I whispered and bit my lip as I looked back down.

"It's not your fault," he said as he pulled me into his lap and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back loosely and finally cried into his shoulder. "I should've let you at least see them," he whispered and rubbed my back. "I'm so sorry Marti."

"It's my fault, I could've seen them earlier, but I didn't," I sobbed out as I gripped his shirt.

"It's okay," he whispered.

"It's not... I'm a coward," I muttered and buried my face into his neck. "I'm a god damn coward."

"You're not," Trevor said.

"Yes I am, I could've rode my bike over and just fucking seen them, but I was too scared," I said.

"What were you scared of?" He asked as he looked at me.

I blinked and felt more tears in my eyes as I looked at his cool blue ones staring back at me with concern.

You.