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S A L E M

As a child, I knew my father did bad things. I knew that he wasn’t a good man, but he had always kept me from witnessing the horrible things he’d done. He kept me far from his murders, his drug deals, and all other kinds of things that he did. When he killed someone, he sent me out away from his home so that I never had to hear it. I was never introduced among his friends, I was hidden away, mainly to protect me. He never discussed business around me. So while I knew he was a bad person, he had always seemed… good, to me.

Him being the leader of the most powerful mafia group based out of New York hadn’t ever even crossed my mind. I knew he did bad things, I knew that he was wealthy beyond imagination, and I knew that he had sketchy business meetings late at night… but I didn’t know how bad my father really was.

The air in the interrogation room was turned down, I assumed to put me on edge. But, they didn’t have to put me on edge, I was already anxious out of my mind. And they had a bulletin board up with pictures of my father’s victims, showing me the brutality of his murders. They were trying to scare me, I figured. Trying to get me to testify against him, give them more evidence to lock him up… or give him the death penalty. The pictures in front of me didn’t give me any clues, though it did leave me with one question: who was my father? Had I ever truly known him?

I knew of the bad things, but I guess him keeping me separate from it meant that finding out about how bad he really was, was a whole lot worse than how bad I thought he was. There were at least thirty pictures up on the bulletin, and there were pictures of women, half-naked and beaten up. There were so many horrible things depicted in those pictures that I felt dejected. I knew not one single person on that board, and I had seen plenty of people come and go from my residence. But none of them were the people on those boards.

I was curious if they were actually his victims or if they were just trying to pin them on him. I would think that if they were his victims, I’d recognize one of them, right? I mean… not a single one looked familiar.

The door opened, and I jumped, glancing over at the person who walked in. The man, I didn’t recognize him, so he must be a different person from the guy that was trying to interview me earlier. He was gorgeous, with sparkling blue eyes, dark hair, and what I could only imagine was the most masculine body I’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing hidden beneath his suit and tie. He shut the door behind him and walked over to the table where I was sitting. “Hello, Salem. I’m Cyrus Reinhardt, and I have some questions for you.” He said.

I sat up straight when he called me Salem, unsure of how he got my name. My father had gone to great lengths to cover up my identity, even having a birth certificate drawn up with a false name, with the mother listed as one of the maids in the house. The fact that he knew my name was Salem meant that he must’ve talked to someone and they told him… but the only people who knew were my father and mother, and the woman whose on my birth certificate.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“I’ve been discussing some things with your father, among other people. It’s an interesting life you have lived, I imagine.” He said, sitting down at the table. I shot a quick look over to the bulletin behind him and looked back at him.

“It looked nothing like any of those pictures up there,” I said, and he nodded.

“Your father told me how unhelpful you’d be.” He said and smiled softly. “Though, I think that you may be some help to us right now. This isn’t over your father… well, not exactly.” He said.

“All I know is that some men broke into my house and knocked me out. I woke up in the hospital, and once I was cleared, some men in black suits escorted me here. I’ve been here ever since.” I said, looking up at him pleadingly. “I don’t know anything. About my father, his work, or… anything else that happened today.”

“Your father told me that you knew nothing of his lifestyle. He told me that to protect you, he’d kept this side of his life private from you. He said he wanted you to grow to be much more than what he had become.” He told me calmly. “I know that you don’t know what your father has done, or will do.”

“Then why am I here?” I demanded, rubbing my eyes tiredly. “You know I know nothing, you know that I can’t help you with your investigation on him. So let me go home.”

“Well, you see… that’s the thing. You don’t have a home.” He said, “Your father expressed concern that this was a turf war, that he had angered someone that is much, much worse than your father. Just moments after you were taken to the hospital and your father was apprehended, your home was… completely decimated.”

“It’s gone?” I asked. “What about the people inside? My aunt and uncle, my mom…” I trailed off.

“Most of your family has perished, I am afraid.” He said. I leaned back in the chair, feeling the black abyss of sorrow encompassing my soul. I don’t understand why someone would do this to us! I mean, I know that my father wasn’t the nicest man, but… I’d never imagined someone attacking us like this! I had no idea what to even think, or say. “I am very sorry, Salem. I know how hard this must be for you. But, right now, you are still alive. And there’s a chance that you’ll be attacked in the future. You can’t leave here until you have a new identity and a person who’s going to protect you.”

“I just lost my entire family and my fathers in jail! How could you possibly know how hard this is?” I asked, and he sighed deeply.

“At one time, I went through something similar.” He said softly. “Your dinner will be round soon, try to rest some in the meantime. You’ll need it.”

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I found myself staring longingly out the window. I longed to feel my mother’s arms around my neck, I longed for my aunt and uncles bickering. I missed the smell of the chefs cooking wafting throughout the house, I missed hearing the maids and butlers running around doing something. I missed my tutors teaching me all the things I’d need to know in the future. I missed my life, even though it was chaotic and lonely. I missed my father.

I’d been in witness protection for three months, but it felt like it was never-ending. I was lonely, I had no one to talk to. My father was being held in prison and wasn’t allowed to contact me because of witness protection. I had gone from having a small family, with a bunch of people around all the time to moving from safe house to safe house with an impersonal man who is only helping me because of duty.

Cyrus, though, to his credit wasn’t the worst possible company. He was pretty stoic, he had an opinion on everything though. He wasn’t the most talkative, but he talked to me enough. He also was going out of his way to show me how to defend myself against an attacker. He would get right up beside me when he was teaching me, he’d be so close that I could smell his cologne. He’d always end up getting the upper hand, and I’d end up laying on my back in the basement breathing heavily and fighting off hormones.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t attracted to him, he’s gorgeous. And, for the most part, he’s thoughtful. He cooks every morning and brings it up to me in my room. He brings me little things home from the shop he thinks I might like… just because he wants to. He never leaves my side, unless it’s to go to the aforementioned store. Once in a while, he’ll dress me up so I’m unrecognizable and take me out so I can grab things that I want from the store without him having to have a list. He breaks the rules for me, some, too. He lets me sit out on the balcony. It faces the back yard of the current safe house we’re in because it’s surrounded by trees so no one can really see me.

“Salem, you need to get out of the window.” He said, and I rolled my eyes and looked over at him from the window seat. “Anyone could see you, right now.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. As I was about the storm through the kitchen door he grabbed the top of my arm and pushed me into the wall. “Stop being so fucking careless, Salem. You can get all the attitude you want with me, I know you’re used to getting whatever you want. I’m trying to protect you.” His voice was steely and cold, the feeling of his hand tensing on my arm had my heartbeat racing in my chest, and I was hyper-aware that his mouth was really close to my skin.

“I’m tired of being lonely, Cyrus. You try living your life secluded in a house, with no cell phone, no way of communicating with anyone and getting to leave once in a blue moon. I understand you’re trying to protect me, but I’m tired. I don’t want to live this way.” I said. “I’d rather be dead.” Before he could respond I pulled my arm out of his grasp and walked up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind me.

Silence echoed around me as I slid my body down the back of the door, leaning my head forward and crying into my knees.

A knock at the door of my room roused me from my sitting and staring and I sighed deeply. It had been days since Cyrus and I had fought, and I’d avoided him like the plague. I felt bad, I did… but I was just being honest. I appreciated the fact that he wanted to save me, but the life I’m living isn’t life. I’m existing. I walked over to the door and opened the door. Cyrus was standing there, looking gorgeous as ever in his casual wear. I bit my lip and leaned against the door, looking at him questioning.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you, I understand that it’d rough on you to be locked up in here all the time. I just… I care about you, Salem.” He said softly. “It’s hard for me to be here too, it’s not just you that isn’t able to talk to loved ones out here, though.”

“You can’t talk to people you care about either?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“I can’t call my sisters or my stepmom. I’m not allowed to contact anyone but work-related people on my phone, so as not to break our cover.” He said. I bit my lip and glanced down at the floor, feeling a tad ashamed for having been so dramatic. “But, that’s beside the point. Let’s have a barbecue. We can cook it on the back porch, even have a glass of wine.” He smiled softly and looked over me.

“What time?” I asked.

“How bout an hour? I’ll get the grill going and set things up. You can just chill out here until I’m done.” He said, and I nodded.

“See ya then, Cyrus,” I said softly, biting my lip shyly and stepping back from the door.

“See ya Salem.” He said back, walking down the hallway and the stairs. I sighed deeply and shut the door, leaning back against it and sucking in a deep breath. God, whenever he’s in front of me I can’t help but look over him. It’s humiliating. I have the worst feeling that he knows that I’m hopelessly obsessed with him. I walked over to the drawer where my clothes were. I had a few outfits that I usually wear and then some outfits that I never wear. I sighed.

I can’t wear anything too dressy, I’m eating barbecue, so that’s messy anyway. I should stick to, sweats and a t-shirt or something, but I just don’t want to look like I’m in pajamas. I don’t know why it even matters to me what I’m wearing. It’s not like he’s going to notice. I put on some black sweat pants and an undershirt. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, sighing deeply. I hadn’t had a haircut in months, and my hair was getting too long to fool with. I grabbed a hairband and tied my hair up so it wouldn’t get all gross in the barbecue.

I glanced over myself and sighed. I used to like my appearance, I was proud of the resemblance to my family. Now, I regretted the way I looked. I can’t leave my house because of it. It sucks because my face was plastered all over television when my father was arrested. Everyone knew my face because it was a very high publicity case.

It meant that anyone could have had a target on my back because of my father. I was left with nothing, and nowhere to go. If I could look like anyone else, I would gladly do it so I could live my life. I want to be free of the legacy my father has left me. I’m not safe, because my father’s business is in shambles. Everyone who was loyal to my father had backed out, fearing the same thing could happen to them and their families, I suppose.

My father no longer had allies, he was just a prisoner now. He wasn’t able to keep me sheltered anymore. I’m 18 now, at some point I was going to be out on my own without his protection and I would have been worse off then because I wouldn’t have a hunky protector with me. He’s good to look at too, which makes it much easier to do what he said.

I glanced at the clock on the bedroom wall and saw that it was getting late, it was getting close to when I was going to see Cyrus. I was excited. Every time I close my eyes, I picture him holding me against the wall like he did the other day, instead of fighting though, we’re kissing heavily. That’s a lovely dream to have, honestly. Cyrus is beautiful, every inch of his body was just… mouthwatering.

I knew that I shouldn’t be so attracted to him, I knew that he didn’t really find me attractive. I knew that he couldn’t date me because I’m a job for him. I knew that he wouldn’t even look at me and see anything other than a kid. Many things about us were impossible, but I still wanted him.

I sighed deeply and shook my head, walking down to the living room and glancing out the window. No one was there, but I can’t go to the front windows. Too much risk. I walked out of the balcony and looked around, amazed. He’d literally put the table out here, for Christ’s sake. “Like it?” He said softly, startling me. I jumped and nodded my head.

“You moved the whole table out here. It wasn’t necessary.” I said, glancing around and smiling a little bit.

“To see you smile, it is. Pour yourself a glass of wine. May as well, right?” He teased, motioning to the bottle of wine on the table. It’d had the cork previously taken out of it, but he’d put it back on top just enough to keep the air from permeating the bottle. I grabbed the bottle and poured some wine into a wine glass. I sat down on the little couch that was outside the house. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever to sit on, but Cyrus was in the kitchen making barbecue so I didn’t want to sit at the table. It’d be weird.

It didn’t take Cyrus long to finish up the barbecue though, so he brought out our plates and sat them on the table, and poured himself a glass of wine. I went over and sat across the table from him. He smiled a little and sat down. “I hope you like barbecue chicken and french fries. This was a staple meal at my house when I was a kid.” He said, and I nodded.

“My dad had the chef make a lot of oriental food, so we were always eating different foods. It was always something different. The only time of year it was the same was birthdays. He let me pick the meal for my birthday.” I said, and he nodded.

“What did you pick?” He asked.

“Lasagna. Our chef made really good lasagna. It was amazing.” I said. “I just had a birthday a few weeks before my father was arrested,” I told him, taking a bite of the chicken. Oh lord, it’s good.

“Really? How old are you?” He asked me.

“I’m eighteen,” I admitted softly.

“Lord, I’m allowing a minor to drink.” He said. “I hope no one calls the cops.”

“Aren’t you a cop? Besides, it’s legal for me to drink at home.” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s a bullshit law, honestly. Teenagers are going to drink, especially at eighteen. I think they should make it legal to drink so that there is less apprehension about calling the cops when something happens. It’s just not safe for them not to have that option because they don’t want to go to jail.” Cyrus said, picking up the chicken and taking a bite out of it.

“I’ve never drunk before,” I admitted. “My father didn’t allow me to do anything like that. I was home-schooled so that he would know that I was safe.”

“So you never had friends or anything like that?” He asked me, taking a sip of the wine.

“Nah, I never got to talk to people, really. I was always around adults.” I said, shrugging a bit.

The conversation died down a bit as we ate, but one glass of wine turned into five. By the end of the meal both of us were decidedly tipsy, and I wasn’t feeling as on edge as I was. Cyrus was actually pretty nice, especially when he was tipsy. He was less reserved.

“Do you have a significant other?” I asked him timidly, sipping on my glass of wine. I had pulled my feet up into the chair and was reclined back, just watching the sky outside. I loved the sky, the stars.

“In this line of work, that’s impossible. I can’t talk to anyone most of the time. I don’t get involved with people. It’s easier that way.” He said, and I shrugged.

“Don’t you ever get lonely?” I asked him.

“Most definitely. But it’s easier to be alone than to not be able to talk to the person I love.” He said and shrugged. “Besides, I can’t have anything on my mind but the job. That’s it.”

“Is this job worth it?” I asked him, and he glanced over at me. I looked down and into his eyes, feeling my heart start to beat erratically as he pinned me with his gaze.

“I get to protect people, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He said. “Plus, I get to meet all kinds of people all over the world. I get to know them, and protect them… by the end of it, I’ve made a friend. You know?”

“I still would be lonely. Friends are great, but who’s going to keep you warm at night? Or well… I guess, who are you going to keep warm at night? Like, when you need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to know you… what about that feeling?” I asked him curiously. He just shrugged again.

“Sure, I want that someday. No one is going to be that for me while I’m working here. It’s too stressful. Too much uncertainty and a lack of communication.” He said.

“The right person will,” I said and stood up, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m going to lay down, I’m feeling a little tipsy. Leave the dishes, I’ll get them when I wake up.” I told him. I walked into the kitchen and up to my bed, laying down in it after closing the door. I could still smell his cologne, it felt like it surrounded me. The scent alone calmed me down. It didn’t take long until I was falling asleep.

I woke up to a knock at my door and I glanced at the clock. It was four am, what in the name of god could Cyrus want at this hour? I sighed deeply and stood up, walking to the door and opening it. I leaned against the door quietly and rubbed my eyes. “Cyrus? What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head. I stared at him blankly for a moment and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked. Cyrus stepped closer to me.

“I thought I heard something. I apologize for waking you.” His hand went up to my cheek and he rested it there. I was hyper-aware of the smell of his breath right there in my face, I could tell he’d probably finished the bottle of wine. I wasn’t scared though, not at all. He was touching my face so softly, I could completely ignore the alcohol on his breath.

“I’m alright, nothing happened,” I said, and he shook his head. He leaned closer to me, his face getting really close to mine. I felt my heartbeat skip in my chest as he was moving closer. “You can go to bed,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“I gotta protect you from… intruders.” He said drunkenly and I giggled softly.

“I think you are the intruder. You knocked over the plant in the hallway. What’d that plant ever do to you?” He laughed and shook his head.

“It was a prickly plant. I didn’t like it. You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine. Great, a little tired, but great.” I said.

“Here, you lay down and I’ll keep a watch out. For intruders.” He said, running his finger down my cheek slowly. My cheeks tinted immediately, and I sucked in a breath. He was so close to my body, we were almost touching. Every inch of our bodies was within inches of touching and I was desperate for it. His breath was washing over my lips and they parted a little, breathless at how close we were to touching lips. And then he moved forward a little and we were kissing.

He grabbed my face, his soft, but warm hands gripping me as if he was afraid to let go as he kissed me. It was sloppy, and I could definitely tell that he was drunk, but I enjoyed feeling him against me, even so. “Shh!” He said, putting his finger to my lips as he pulled back. “That’s a secret.” I rolled my eyes.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I promised him quietly, and he nodded tiredly.

“Goodnight, Salem.” He said, and I bit my lip and nodded.

“Goodnight, Cyrus,” I murmured back, as I watched him walk to the bedroom down the hall from me. I was sad to see him go, I wanted him here with me. But, I knew that now wasn’t the time. He’s too intoxicated to make a move. I have to keep a level head and be responsible. Cyrus doesn’t have feelings for me. He’s intoxicated, and I reminded him earlier how lonely he really was. I slapped myself in the face at the remembrance of what I had said at the barbecue earlier. I had basically rubbed his nose in the loneliness that he’d had to become.

God, I can’t believe I did that.

The next few days were a mix of embarrassed glances and silence as neither of us really knew what to say about the kiss we’d shared. I had done nothing since it happened but recount it in my head, and think about how much better it would have been if he was sober. Though he never would’ve kissed me sober, so I guess I’ll never really know. He’d been acting shy around me almost, and I wasn’t sure what to think about it.

I wanted to know what it was that he was acting differently over it. As much as I wanted him to be interested in me, I was nothing but his job right now. He wasn’t into me, not relationship-wise. And definitely not sexually.

“Salem,” He said, and I turned around to look at him. He sighed deeply and shook his head. “I was extremely unprofessional the other night and I am very sorry for invading your personal space.” He said.

“I am completely okay, there’s no need to apologize, really,” I said softly and he nodded, biting his lip.

“Still, I was out of line.” He said, and I shook my head. I wasn’t upset that you kissed me. It just made me want you more. I was upset that you didn’t want me.

I had spent hours and hours thinking about what happened with Cyrus and me and all the little things that we did together. I could see it plain as day that I was falling in love with me. I needed to know what he was feeling, though. I can’t keep thinking I know. I need to hear from his mouth that he’s not interested in me so I can let go of this little crush and just embrace my life and move on. But the longer I’m around him, the more my crush grows. I need to know that he’s not interested in me.

I found myself sitting on the balcony, alone. I was soaking in the sun when Cyrus came outside and sat beside me. “You’ve been quiet lately.” He said, putting his arm along the back of the couch I was sitting on. I shrugged a little.

“I’ve been thinking about things. The kiss a lot.” I said softly, looking out over the tops of the trees.

“You have?” He asked me and I nodded. “What about it?” He asked.

“Have you thought about it?” I asked him cautiously. He bit his lip and looked undecided for a moment.

“A lot, yeah. I was so inebriated, it’s a little fuzzy though.” He admitted softly.

“Did you like it?” I asked. He paused, this time licking his lips and little. He glanced over at me, and I couldn’t help but turn to look at him. He was staring so deeply into me, it was like I was losing my mind. He was picking apart my soul, delving into the deepest corners of my mind. He put his hand on my cheek and leaned a little closer, so we were staring at each other. I could smell his breath again, this time, it wasn’t laced with alcohol. I bit my lip and searched in his eyes, begging for an answer. After a moment he leaned forward, kissing me.

The moment his lips hit mine it was electric. It was like every atom in my body was suddenly multiplying. I could feel my heart racing, my mind running, and my eyes squeezing shut, hoping that as long as I keep my eyes shut this will last. I found myself being pulled closer to him, him sitting me on his lap and having me straddle his hips. He pulled away long enough for us to get situated, but it didn’t last long.

He was holding my hips tightly against his body, kissing me as if his life depended on it. He was caressing every inch of my body that his hands could touch, almost writing me to memory. Our lips were dancing, his hands clenching on my hips and he pulled me closer. I could feel his steely erection pressing against my ass and I rubbed against it, making him moan and pull back to look up at me. “We shouldn’t do this now,” he muttered, but his hands kept me firmly planted on his hips. I rubbed against him again and he groaned loudly.

“Why? I want you, you obviously want me…” I said softly, making my breath wash over his skin a little. He used one hand to come up and grip my hair. The hand tugging on my hair made my dick jump in my pants. I was already hard from the kiss but him grabbing my hair definitely felt really good.

“I’m supposed to protect you, not fuck you.” He said softly, and I just rolled my eyes.

“You’re protecting me by fucking me. Think about it… I could have to go out to get some… but you’re right here.” I murmured. He laughed a little.

“I guess that is one way to think about it,” He said, standing up. I screamed, and he shot me a look making me quiet down immediately. “I should’ve warned you I was picking you up.”

“Where are we going?” I asked him.

“My room.” He said, smirking. “I’ve got to keep you home, don’t I?” I could tell he was teasing me, and I just rolled my eyes.

“It sounded good in my head,” I said, and he laughed again. He threw me down onto the bed as soon as he got into his room and then he was on top of me. His hands were touching me, his lips were attacking mine. I had never felt so turned on in my life. His lips were moving against mine desperately his hands pushing my shirt up. He disconnected his mouth from me long enough to pull my shirt over my head and he immediately began running his fingers over my chest. He played with my nipples softly, teasing them to hardness. I moaned softly, pushing up into his hands. I bit my lip and tugged at his shirt.

He smirked and pulled back, pulling his shirt off of his body. I watched as his smooth chest came into view and I ran my hands over his chest, curious about how it’d feel under my fingertips. I wanted to remember this forever, so I needed to write this all to memory. He started kissing me again, pushing our bodies together.

The way that he was pushing our bodies together had our dick’s rubbing against each other through the fabric and I found myself moaning at the sensations running through my body. It was increasingly hard to focus on anything when he was this close and touching every inch of my body this way. I wasn’t sure how he did it but his lips and his dick were going at about the same pace, and the harder he was kissing me the harder he’d rub against me. It was sending tingles down my body in ways that I couldn’t describe. 

My hands went down to his pants and tried to make quick work of them, but I found that being pressed into a mattress made that more difficult than I was led to believe. He pulled back and smirked at me. “Do you trust me?” He asked me quietly, running his nose down the length of my neck, making shivers race up and down my spine.

“More than anyone,” I admitted quietly. He nodded and got off the bed, taking off his pants. I copied him, taking mine off and tossing them onto the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest, slightly embarrassed at the look of my smaller body. He was so fit and sexy, and I’m just tall and lanky. He grabbed his handcuffs and his gun out of the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of something and laid it on the bed, I’m assuming lube or lotion. I wasn’t sure which though. He laid the gun down on the table and brought the handcuffs over.

“I’m going to handcuff you, so your hands have something to do, other than distracting me.” He smirked.

“Distract you from what?” I asked shyly, feigning innocence.

“I plan on making you cum here in just a few minutes. I can’t do that if your hands are running all over me and I can concentrate on you. “ He said teasingly. I blushed brightly and looked away from him shyly. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I just obediently put my hands up above my head.

He clipped the cuff on my left hand, slid the other through the headboard, and then connected the other one to my right hand. I tugged on it and found that I didn’t have any leeway. He smirked and I blushed, feeling exposed. Now my body is completely bare to him, as I can’t really cover myself. He smirked and stretched my legs out, crawling between them, and leaning over me, capturing my lips again.

I sank into the bed, letting his lips guide mine, as he caressed my body. Every movement of his hand was sending sparks throughout my body, setting my insides on fire. It felt so amazing to have his hands on me. I could feel my erection throbbing beneath my underwear, begging for attention from Cyrus.

He slipped my underwear down and off of me, leaning down and taking my dick in his mouth, sucking. I groaned loudly, amazed at the feeling of desire that was filling me. I was so desperate for him, right now. I wanted him, so bad. I was leaking like a faucet as he sucked me. I couldn’t focus on anything be the sensation of his warm, wet mouth surrounding my member, and how good it felt. I was lost in the feelings washing over my body.

He was driving me crazy, touching me in so many ways. One of his hands was playing with my nipple, making it pebble. It was making pleasure radiate through my chest. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, I was moaning, and groaning. Whining. I’m pretty sure I was just making random noises and sucking in the air. I could feel myself getting close, and I wanted to cum so bad, but I wanted him to cum, too.

“Fuck,” I groaned, tugging at the handcuffs, desperate to grab onto him. “Please, god Cyrus I want you.” I moaned. I looked up at him, pleading with him to show me mercy. I just wanted him, so bad. I needed him.

“Shit,” He cursed, palming himself roughly. I could tell he was aching to be buried inside me, and I wanted nothing more than that. I needed him so much. He took his underwear off as quickly as he could and grabbed over in the direction of the nightstand. I found myself arching as I thought about the possibility of him being inside me. I was so desperate for him to just touch me. I needed him so much.

He squirted some lube into his hand and ran his hand up and down his dick. I watched entranced as his hand moved up and down. I couldn’t wait to be where his hand is. He crawled up between my legs and pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. I sucked a breath in and closed my eyes. I hadn’t ever done this before, but I was ready. I could tell this was the right time.

He slowly started pushing into me, his blue eyes searching mine. I gasped, my eyes opened, and my hands gripping onto the handcuffs. It hurt, not a lot, but it definitely was not comfortable. He was going slow though, taking his time. I was grateful for that because I didn’t want to think about how bad it’d hurt if he wasn’t slow. “Fuck.” He groaned, burying his face in my neck. I groaned softly, opening my legs a little more for him to be able to go deeper.

That was all that it took for him to be fully seated inside of me, and I felt a mixture of feelings all at once. I felt really, really good. It was a full sensation, and I loved it. I wriggled my hips and silently pleaded with him to move.

“You feel amazing.” He said hoarsely into my ear, biting the lobe of my ear a little. It sent a shock of lust through me, and I whimpered quietly. He slowly started rocking our hips, and I felt him sliding in and out of me. He was moving slowly and deliberately. It didn’t take but a couple of minutes to realize why, because he hit something inside me that made stars fly behind my eyes making my whole body feel like it was on the verge of exploding.

Everything felt so good, and I loved it. It was bliss. Once he found that spot inside me, he was pounding into me, still slow, but hard at the same time. I was shaking beneath him, letting out little moans, my hands gripping desperately at the cuffs. “Please,” I moaned softly, and he smirked a little. I found myself pushing up into his thrusts, meeting him as close to halfway as possible.

He started going a little faster, and it felt so amazing, being filled up. He was in and out of me, going harder and faster and it was mind-numbing. I could feel my legs shaking, as they clasped desperately around his waist, trying to pull him closer. He was leading my body in a dance, stroking the fire within me at a torturous pace. I was sure that I couldn’t hold it a moment longer. I was right there, about to fall over the edge and lose control.

I couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of his breath against my ear, the way he was groaning slightly with every move. He was pulsing inside of me, I could feel it, feel him jerk inside of me slightly. I could feel his breath on my skin, I could hear the sound of skin slapping skin as he moved within me. One of his hands was holding him steady above me, so he wasn’t crushing me, the other hand was focusing on my nipples.

He slid his hand down and grabbed my dick, and I cried out, pulling desperately at the cuffs. I need to hold onto something, holy fuck. He’s making my whole body shake, I need to hold him. “I need…” I groaned softly. “I want to hold you,” I said, carefully making sure that I didn’t make any noises to interrupt the sentence.

He smiled a little and lifted, fidgeting with the lock on the cuffs, unlocking one and I quickly pulled my arms down, bringing the cuffs with me. He laughed a little and unlocked the second one. I quickly wrapped my arms around his shoulders and wiggled my hips a little. He laughed quietly and gripped my hips with his hands, and gave me a look. “I want you,” I said, meeting his eyes daringly. “Don’t hold back.” I was beyond ready to orgasm, and I can only imagine that he was dying too as well.

He smirked a little and grabbed my dick again, jerking me off in time with his thrusts inside of me. I let my fingers explore the expanse of his back as he brought me off, writing every moment of this to memory so I could replay this in my mind forever. “You feel so good, Salem,” He said, his brow crinkling up as he looked over my body. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat, I couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous Cyrus looks while sweating. It was a skill that many men didn’t have.

I moaned loudly as he slammed into me, hitting something inside of me just as he pulled on my dick and I was cumming. I was crying out, gripping his skin and pulling him down to me. I needed to feel his body against mine as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He started gently rocking us back and forth, I could still feel him inside of me, feel the hardness of him. He wasn’t done yet. I rocked my body in time with his, begging him with my body to cum for me. I wasn’t quite ready to say it to him myself, despite this… it seemed a bit too neanderthal for him. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it.

His rocking slowed down, and he was pushing himself harder into me, burying himself within me. He pushed into me one last time and he shuddered on top of me, his eyes shutting and his mouth parting as he groaned loudly. His whole body was shaking on top of me, and he lost the strength to hold himself up. He rested his head on my chest for a moment.

Silence encased the room, nothing could be heard but our breaths as we fought to remember how to breathe. After a few minutes, Cyrus wrapped his arms around me and rolled us to where I was resting right beside him. I scooted over a little closer to him, and he threw his arm over my abdomen, trapping me on his bed. I smiled softly, resting back against his body.

For the moment, this moment was all that mattered. For all I knew, this could be the only moment before he realizes that I’m a huge mistake. But, even if that was the case, it’d be okay because I had this memory.

I was in witness protection for three long, and boring years. Throughout my time in WP I was transferred from city to city, safe houses all over America. I had to remain inside the house the entire time because they couldn’t be sure who could recognize me. They didn’t want to risk me getting sniped or something, and I understood that.

Three years is a long time, but fortunately, I got to keep Cyrus the entire time. He made a promise to me that he’d stay however long it took to make sure I was safe. For a while, we were really just sleeping together. It was beneficial because we were the only two who knew the truth about each other. Though, I definitely had feelings for him. I wasn’t sure when exactly he started to have feelings for me, but after a year or so, he started discussing what I planned on doing after witness protection let me go. He’d just casually mention things like, where I was going to go, and hinting at going to his place.

He then began saying how he had a house in the Canadian foothills that was very scenic. He said that he’d always wanted to do something with it, as it was beautiful but he never had the spare time. That’s when he dropped the big bomb: “When this is over, I want to resign.” He dropped that bomb over dinner.

“What are you going to do with your free time?” I teased him, and he just laughed and shook his head. I had a feeling that he wanted to spend that time doing me , and I was just fine with that. I couldn’t wait to see what our future had in store for me.

Now that this whole mess is over, I live under the name Salem Murphy. As everyone knew me by the name that my father falsified on my birth certificate, it worked out perfectly. I basically got to keep my name, because of my father’s precautions. It was great. My father complied with the police, so he got a smaller sentence, he’ll still get out when I’m in my late thirties but he was never getting out.

He did it all without exposing any of his friends. He complied on the case of the guy that was after me, so he helped catch a criminal of much higher standing than he ever was. It pulled some weight with the jury. He was still getting many years in prison, but he was eligible for parole in twenty-five years. That’s not a terrible sentence especially considering he was a literal mafia leader.

I had actually moved with Cyrus to his house in Canada. He had a beautiful little house in the center of the forest. It was a beautiful view, and he was doing little projects on the house and the grounds to make the place look perfect. I loved the house, and I loved my life with Cyrus. Since he quit working for the government, he began restoring cars, so he worked some, but he was only ever gone a few hours a day.

He lets me stay home and I keep the place clean. After three years of doing nothing but just cleaning and staying in the house, I like to do just that. I’m not scared to go outside. In fact, I go shopping and stuff. He takes me out to eat, to hike, we go all over the place. We have a trip to Italy planned for this upcoming November. I was beyond excited about that trip, as I’ve always wanted to go to Italy.

Cyrus has been such a blessing to me, even though what brought him into my life was horrific. I couldn’t have survived without him. Without him, I would’ve been killed. He’d put himself in danger every day to protect me, and there was nothing I could do to make it up to him. That was just the way he was. He was amazing, and I am so lucky to have him.