324: 7.14 What It Means To Be Mine

7.14 What It Means To Be Mine

Half an hour ago, inside Moshe's black room.2

"What are you thinking about, Boss?" Regius sulked petulantly.

Moshe jerked out of his thoughts. He couldn't believe that he was distracted at a time like this — especially one of his favorite times; getting blowjob from his most favorite toy, Regius. Moshe had been so deep in thought that his dick hadn't fully hardened yet, even as Regius' mouth had been on him for the last twenty minutes.

Moshe lowered his gaze to take in Regius' appearance. He was as beautiful as usual, kneeling between Moshe's legs with his back arched, lips slicked with spit and swollen from exertion. The flush on his face was glorious and so did the tears that gathered on the corner of his eyes.

Ever since the first time Moshe laid his eyes on him, he had known that he wanted to make this man cry.

And so he did, because Moshe had always gotten what he wanted. It was an easy process; doing a thorough background check, ordering Kaede to approach him then offered him the contract, discussing both of their availability and sexual interest, settling on a fixed schedule. And Moshe was satisfied that Regius complemented his 'hobby' perfectly. 

Regius was easy-going, frank and adopted an attitude of devil-may-care, even as the one he was dealing with was one of the most dangerous men on the planet. As long as Moshe could fill Regius' credit card with unlimited funds and Regius' hole with his dick, they were good. 

They had been good for the past one and half years. 

Moshe had always relied on Regius to relieve his most severe case of insomnia and stress due to his position. Within Regius' body, Moshe always achieved the most gratifying orgasm. 

Yet now… he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. The arch of Regius' spine was too high, it made him look vulgar; the sounds he made were pitched too high like nails grazing against chalkboard, it gave Moshe chills; and his eyes… the eyes that were filled with passion and unshed tears framed by the dark lashes… their color wasn't right. 

Moshe always had a nagging feeling that Regius' emerald green eyes were too soft. They were supposed to be sharp, piercing with a hint of coldness like that of a hunter eagle. Detached and lofty. Also the color, they weren't supposed to be emerald… yes, it should be moonstones instead. The lightest shade of silver that glowed like molten copper.

Moshe's breath stuttered and his hand shot out by reflex to grip Regius' hair and yanked it back. Regius' mouth left his flagging cock with a resounding pop and a breathy moan escaped his lips. Wrong, wrong, wrong, Moshe thought. "Boss… what's wrong with you today?"

He also wanted to know the answer to that.

Regius shook his hands that were tied with rope. "Shall we get right to it? Do you want to undress me like usual or should I do it myself?"

Moshe let go of Regius' hair and shoved his dick back into his pants before zipping up the fly. He stood up and walked toward the bathroom. "I am not in the mood today. I will call Kaede to bring you back." He could feel Regius' questioning gaze trailing after him until he closed the door behind him.

Propping his arms by the sink, he stared into his reflection in the mirror. "What's wrong with you, Moshe?" 

He was attracted to Regius sexually, there was no doubt about it. Every time he looked at Regius' face, he felt refreshed and intoxicated simultaneously. He longed to keep the man close to his side, to taste his skin, to bury himself deep within, to be drunk in the sensation of their bodies entangled with each other.

Yet all of a sudden, he felt as if he had just woken up from a long dream and everything he had felt up until now was nothing but mirage. It was perplexing, unsettling. The control was slipping away from his fingers like fine sand and Moshe could do nothing but let it happen. 

Regius bid his farewell, his voice traveled to the bathroom airily. Usually, Moshe would send him off to the front gate but now, he didn't even want to see that man's face for the time being. 

He exited the bathroom to grab his phone only to see a new message from the guard who had been ordered to not let Aiden out of their sight at the expense of their own lives. [Boss, he insisted on seeing you. I am bringing him there now.] It was sent just a few minutes ago.

The corner of Moshe's lips curled up without him realizing and the gloom in his heart dispersed. He went back to the bathroom once again to check his appearance and re-tie his ponytail. But then, he suddenly recalled Kaede chirping a few days ago that tying his hair up all day would result in dry and split ends. After a fraction of second contemplation, Moshe ended up letting it fall on his back. This wasn't because he looked more appealing this way, he told himself. It's because he didn't want to cut his hair short if it was damaged. Long hair was practically his trademark now. Yes, that's the only reason.

He went out to lean against the table, ready to open the door as soon as Aiden rang the bell… except that he didn't arrive at all. Moshe pursed his lips, annoyed. What had taken him so long? It's not like he had broken his legs.

Well, no choice, he only had to fetch Aiden himself.

With a huff, Moshe went out and his eyes instantly caught sight of two people hugging in the hallway. The creases on his forehead smoothened as he registered it was Aiden and Regius. Instead of walking over, Moshe chose to lean against the doorframe and watched. He watched as Regius almost climbed Aiden like a tree, the hands that were touching Aiden's body all over, the lips that stole a kiss on Aiden's lips… 

Moshe's expression was placid, but behind his back, he was holding onto the door handle that had been snapped off from its original place.

Moshe's temper finally reached its peak when Aiden held Regius back, even when Moshe had clearly enunciated his position here. Without even thinking, he dragged Aiden away, fuming. He was Moshe's pet! Moshe had said it before that he was the only one who could decide whom Aiden talked to, whom he could see and especially, whom he was allowed to touch. How dare he defy Moshe's order just like that?! 

Looking at this man who kept lying with that straight expression on his annoyingly attractive face, Moshe was blinded in rage. "Before me, you have kissed one person and with Regius, it's two. Where am I supposed to be, Aiden?" Moshe punched the space beside Aiden's head to vent his anger. It didn't abate. "Where?!"

Aiden froze, seemingly stunned by his sudden outburst.

But Moshe couldn't care less anymore. In a spur of the moment, he dragged Aiden by his collar past the privacy screen and threw him to the bed. He had originally planned to spend the evening with Regius; the props, condoms and lubes were still laid out on the table, untouched due to his sudden disinterest. Perfect.

Before Aiden could react, Moshe climbed up the bed to sit directly on the man's body, grabbed the rope and started to tie him to the bed. He smiled as his hands deftly moved to work the ropes around, fastening it until it dug deliciously into Aiden's flesh. It ought to hurt, Moshe knew. But did he care? Aiden didn't even care about his feelings so why should Moshe care for him?

  "It seems like you still don't understand, Aiden." Anger was blazing through his veins, burning the last vertige of logic in Moshe's mind. Oh Aiden looked so lovely like this, tied underneath him and expression twisted in the mixture of annoyance, confusion and pain… and something else he couldn't decipher. It took Moshe a few seconds to realize that his dick was fully hard within the constraints of his pants, just from this alluring sight. 

After making sure that Aiden wouldn't be able to escape, he grabbed the sharp scissors on the nightstand — used to cut the rope — and started to rip Aiden's shirt to shred like a madman, his bandages falling loose under Moshe's ministrations.

Aiden's breaths were getting ragged, presumably offended by Moshe's barbaric act. His abdomen twitched every time the cold, sharp metal of the scissors grazed his side. Moshe's eyes drank in the wide expanse of honey colored skin tainted with multiple fading bruises, the pebbled light brown nipples and fuck… he had a tattoo right under the sternum. It was two buds of blue roses. Moshe itched to cover it with his own marks.

Scissors thrown somewhere on the floor, Moshe trailed his gaze off the tattoo to stare into Aiden's eyes. He grinned with all sharp teeth. "Then, I have no choice but to teach you until you understand what it means to be mine."

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