Cabin Fever

by Roe Horvat

  But there was no Michael, only a hole for my cock. I didn’t care. I just fucked it harder.

  “Tight and greedy fuckhole, feasting on my cock. Going to make me come.”

  A broken cry echoed in the room.

  I gripped those muscles tightly, keeping balance, and fucked the hole faster, my balls slapping against the skin, my dick tearing into the warmth, to the hilt on each thrust. It was perfection. The explosion started in my balls, and I drove forward a couple more times with force, then stilled. I was buried deep in the most amazing hot little asshole, my cock pulsing, cum rushing out, and my body tingling with joy.

  I stayed inside the slick warmth for a while longer, rocking my hips, reaching deep. The thrill dissolved ever so slowly, leaving me strangely on edge. I came, and it had been fantastic.

  Yet I missed Michael.

  After I pulled out, I grabbed those ass cheeks and held them open wide, filling my memory with the sight of the stretched, cum-filled opening, reddened and used.

  “You’re a good hole, boy.” I tried to sound stern and not as needy as I felt. Michael’s body seemed to tremble at the crude praise.

  I pushed Michael’s legs together, closing him up. Then I stood and dragged him up by his arm. He was hard, shaking with need, but his eyes were fierce, determined.

  It was pure instinct. I grabbed his nape and pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. He moaned into the kiss, immediately leaning into my embrace. I licked his lips and pressed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

  “Go to my bed. I’ll come and join you.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “And don’t touch yourself.”

  “I won’t. I’m your hole, Daddy. Just for you.”

  “Good boy.”

  After taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I found Michael in my bed. He lay on his side, holding the pillow with both hands, motionless but awake.

  When he looked up at me, his eyes were burning with emotion. Adoration, devotion, trust… No. I couldn’t bear what his eyes were telling me. I refused to understand. It wasn’t possible.

  I lay down next to him and took him in my arms. He clung to me when I kissed him. He sucked on my tongue, writhing with need.

  Unable to admit what I really felt, I spoke about sex and filth and lust. It was easier that way, but my voice quivered anyway.

  “You are a perfect fuckhole, my boy. So pretty and so tight. You feel like a virgin every single time. Like a hungry mouth eating my dick. So, fucking tight. It feels like I’m tearing you up inside, but you love it, don’t you? You made me come so hard tonight.”

  He whimpered, holding on to me tightly, his hard cock pressed against my hip, and his need became mine. I couldn’t leave him like this.

  “Daddy…” he gasped.

  I reached down and kneaded his ass cheeks with my hands, then pulled on his hips so he rubbed against me. “The most beautiful ass. Just for me,” I whispered into his ear.

  “Yours!” Michael keened.

  “You’ve been so good today, my little hole. I want to reward you.”

  But Michael shook his head, even as he was dry humping against my thigh like a mindless beast. “I wanted to… just for you…”

  “And you were perfect,” I soothed him. “Incredible. I need to make you come now, my boy. I won’t leave you like this.”

  “Daddy!” he cried out, when I caught his dick in my hand.

  “You’re mine to take care of, remember?”

  I rolled him onto his back, crawled down his body, and swallowed him down. He sobbed with relief. I pushed two fingers into him, and they glided easily through the lube and cum. Finding his gland, I massaged it while I blew him hard, bobbing my head.

  He yelled out his orgasm, his body arching and convulsing underneath me, and I reveled in the feeling of his ring pulsing around my fingers. I licked him clean, sucking on his slit until he grew limp, only harsh pants lifting his torso. Wiping my fingers on his inner thighs, I slid up his body and kissed him again. Tongues caressing, breaths mingling… Now, I could relax, content. With Michael exhausted and happy in my arms, I could lie back and close my eyes. All was right with the world for a few hours.

  “Such a good boy, coming for me so fast.”

  “Thank you, Daddy, thank you so much,” he whispered against my lips, his body straining to me.

  I held him tighter, and he sighed, tucking his head into the crook between my neck and shoulder.

  “I’ll always take care of you, Mikey.”

  17

  Daddy loves me

  Michael

  Vincent was nervous. He’d been trying to hide it, but day by day, he was more and more on edge. He sighed at reports, stared out the window, and clenched his jaw, deep in thought.

  It had been almost five weeks, and we were still here, with no satisfying news from the FBI.

  I was powerless to do anything, and it frustrated me to no end. Today, I did chores to distract myself—laundry, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom. Vincent was wiping the kitchen counter when I came from the bathroom with dry laundry in my arms.

  “Give it to me.” He took the sheets and went to change them—only in his room, since it was where we both slept every night.

  When he’d been gone for twenty minutes, I went after him and found him sitting on the bed, staring at his iPad. Of course, he’d gotten distracted. The clean sheets were still on the dresser.

  “No news from the FBI?” I asked softly.

  “No. The decoy doesn’t seem to be working. But I got some information from your uncle.”

  “What information?”

  “The security breach among your staff. They found out who it was.”

  Cold fear laced my belly at the memory of the night of the shooting, the sound of shattering glass, the sharp pain in my shoulder… The wound was completely healed now, just a faint red mark remained.

  “Yeah?” I whispered.

  “One of your uncle’s security guards got a payment and an anonymous request with a promise of three times more money if the perpetrator made it in and out. He took it. FBI did check everybody’s finances after the breach and found him easily. However, they weren’t able to trace the payment, so we have no idea who bribed the guard.”

  “So, it’s a dead end?”

  “Yeah. Problem is, before they caught him, the guard transferred some money to another account, loosely connected to your chief of security. We think they were trying to cover it up together. Your uncle fired your security chief on the spot. He will face charges for conspiracy and assisting an attempted murder.”

  “Dennett? Carl Dennett knew about the breach?”

  Shit. The guy had worked for my parents for more than fifteen years.

  “I’m sorry, Michael. I’ll help to find you someone new once we’re back.”

  Once we’re back.

  He smiled at me, a weak, nervous smile. He was so worried about me.

  The truth was, I wanted to stay here. If it weren’t for the fear that still had me clinging to Vincent like a limpet in the middle of the night, I wished they’d never catch the killer so I could stay hiding away with Vincent forever.

  Refusing to think about the future anymore, I pushed everything aside. No killer, no people betraying me, no old friends forgetting about me, nobody. The outside world didn’t exist. There was just Vincent and me, and my growing love for him.

  I straddled his lap, and his hands went automatically to my ass. Our movements were now in sync, like we were old lovers. When we were together in the same room, it felt like a dance. He kept touching me, yet making space for me, so solid and strong, but considerate at the same time. Now, in absolute harmony, our lips met, and we kissed. He slid his hands up my back and cupped my nape, and I sighed into the kiss.

  “Take off your shirt and lie on your front. I’ll massage your back. You’re tense as hell.”

  He searched my eyes for a few seconds, then nodded.

  I climbed off him an
d went to the kitchen to grab some olive oil. I found Vincent lying on his belly, his broad, muscled back bare. He was gorgeous. So, fucking gorgeous.

  I sat down on his ass, my legs on either side of his hips, and began kneading his shoulders. The muscles in the triangle between his neck and right shoulder had bunched up into tight knots. He must’ve been in pain. I circled my thumbs over the hard spots, trying to soften them.

  “Aagh,” he groaned.

  After a few minutes, he was humming with pleasure. And I… I was so fucking happy and proud. Silly me. I felt like the king of the world that I managed to please him and ease his stress.

  He rolled underneath me, dislodging me, and I chuckled when I had to brace myself on the bed so I wouldn’t fall on the floor. He tugged my face down and kissed me again.

  We didn’t speak. No role play, no dirty talk, no nothing. Even when he undressed me, he never stopped kissing me. I opened his jeans, desperate to feel his hard cock in my palm. It was hot, smooth like silk, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside me again. He kicked his pants off and rolled me onto my back, then slid down my body, pushed my legs up, and licked inside me. I pulled on the barbells in my nipples, and the sensations from his tongue in my ass, together with the pain in my nipples,

  made my erection drool. Vincent loosened me, opened my hole with his tongue, and then pushed two slick fingers into me, just testing if I was relaxed enough to take him. I grabbed my legs and held myself open for him, reveling in the way he stared at my hole while he lubed his fat cock.

  He thrust into me, and we both moaned with the feeling. His lips found mine. He tasted of my sweat and musk, but it only made me burn hotter. His hips rolled in perfect rhythm, filling me up over and over, and we kissed deeply, our tongues tangling and caressing each other.

  He made love to me.

  He sped up, holding my head between his hands, and his gaze roamed my face.

  “Michael…”

  I was so close. My cock throbbed between our bellies, and my hole clamped around him. He slid his arms under my back and clutched my body tighter to his. I felt so utterly and completely taken.

  I pressed my lips to his skin, my eyes fell shut, and a slow wave of complete joy swept me up.

  Vincent. I love you.

  Even caught up in my own pleasure, I still heard and felt the moment he came inside me. His deep groan reverberated through my body, and his thrusts became harder, deeper, prolonging my orgasm until I felt like I was flying, weightless and ecstatic.

  Vincent kept rocking slowly, bringing us down, then stilled. Wrapped all around me and tucked inside me, he was my world, my everything. I was still trembling, my limbs tingling with pleasure, the feeling of satisfaction so profound I felt like I was melting. I pressed a kiss to the side of his face, and he lifted his head.

  This time, when his eyes met mine, I knew. Vincent loved me too. And he was terrified he’d fail me.

  I stroked down his cheek, traced his upper lip with my fingertip.

  It will all be good. In a few weeks, it’ll all be over, and you can make love to me, fuck me, and spank me, without any fear or guilt. And I will take care of you. I want to make you happy, Vincent.

  He kissed me for a long time. I ran my fingers through his short beard and hair and caressed his neck and shoulders.

  After this, we wouldn’t be able to pretend anymore.

  18

  Of course, I end up in the panic room

  Michael

  “Michael, wake up.” The urgency in Vincent’s voice had me awake and alert immediately.

  “We need to leave. Now. Dress warm, take your phone and shoes. Leave everything else.”

  I shot up on the bed and ran to find my clothes. I didn’t think about anything else but what Vincent told me. T-shirt, pants, socks, fleece jacket, phone. Shoes.

  I raced to the front door, which he already held open, a small bag slung over his shoulder, his gun in the holster across his chest.

  “Car, now.”

  Without questioning him, I sprinted to the car and jumped in. Mist drifted on the lake. The sky was light blue, but the sun hadn’t come up yet. The forest was eerily quiet, the air still. Everything seemed frozen in time around us, in utter silence except for the gravel crunching under our feet.

  He closed the passenger door behind me, jogged around the vehicle, and climbed behind the wheel. He started the engine and backed out. Turning so sharp that I had to grab the door handle, he shot off into the woods and sped down the road we’d come on so many weeks ago.

  “Vincent?” My voice didn’t really work. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it must’ve been visible, even through the thick layer of fleece.

  “I have four people collecting information for me and sending me reports twice a day.” Vincent’s features were stony, his eyes on the road. The hair on my neck stood up. He was focused and calm. Too calm. “They do surveillance of the whole area via satellite and monitor wide perimeters by car and on foot. None of them have any idea about what I’m doing here or who you are, but they are my team. People I trust.” He paused and furrowed his brows. “One of them didn’t report in this morning.”

  “What does it mean for us?”

  “Either she overslept, which she’s never done. Or we’ve been compromised.”

  “Compromised?”

  “She gave me her last report at eight last night. The six-in-the-morning report is now thirty minutes late.”

  “Only thirty minutes?” That didn’t sound too serious.

  “Mikey, if someone got to her after she sent last night’s report, that’s ten hours.”

  “Is she hurt?”

  “I don’t know.” The lines on his forehead grew deeper.

  I still wasn’t sure I was following. However, I trusted Vincent’s instincts more than I trusted myself. He acted like he had everything under control, because he was a fucking sentinel. Yet, fear hid in his eyes. I knew him by now.

  “Watch out!”

  Vincent hit the brakes so hard the wheels squealed, and dirt and gravel flew away from under the car. I jerked forward, the seat belt digging into my chest and shoulder.

  A tree trunk blocked the road. A huge one. One a grown man couldn’t drag away. One the car couldn’t ride over.

  My stomach heaved when realization hit. Somebody had found us.

  Vincent put the car in reverse and backed up. I swallowed the bile rising from my empty stomach.

  “Vincent, does that mean…?”

  “Michael, listen to me. You will do as I say.” His gaze was fixed on the road through the rear window as he navigated the car in reverse. The tone of his voice. Shit.

  “Yes. Anything.” I meant it.

  “Promise me, Mikey.”

  I couldn’t resist his urgency. Of course, I’d obey him. Always. “I swear.”

  “I’ll drive all the way to the cabin’s door. When I stop the car, you’ll run directly to the panic room.”

  No. God no. I couldn’t leave him. No!

  “Vincent…” His name was a sob on my lips.

  “You will go to the panic room, Michael. As fast as you can. You have your phone?”

  “Yes.” My voice was gone. I just choked out the word.

  “Close the wardrobe from the inside, slide the panel back, lock the door, and call the emergency contact.”

  “Vincent…”

  The lake came into view again. We were near the cabin, the main door coming closer as Vincent backed the car over the lawn, barely avoiding crashing into the porch.

  “Now, Mikey. Go!” He unsnapped my seat belt and, leaning over me, threw the passenger door open.

  “Mikey, please.” His eyes met mine, fierce and protective.

  I shot out of the car, sprinted to the front door, and tore it open.

  I raced through the small house and opened the closet in my bedroom. Doing exactly what he told me to do, I shoved aside the panel and pushed the security door inward. As soon as I opened the door, the li
ght in the panic room blared on. I spun around, closed the wardrobe from the inside, slid the panel back, and locked the security door, latching it with the big red handle.

  Silence. Utter and complete silence.

  I fell to the floor and sobbed quietly.

  It gutted me to leave him there. I wanted to go back and drape myself over his body so he wouldn’t get hurt. But he’d said “go.” So, I went.

  My stomach clenched, and I crawled to the toilet at the end of the narrow space. I dry-heaved, but I had nothing in my belly to throw up.

  Pop.

  Soft. Muffled. An innocent little sound but audible. Another. Then a third. And quiet again.

  Gunshots in the distance, muted by the thick walls of the panic room.

  Call the emergency contact.

  My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone, but I managed to dial the second of the two numbers in my phone.

  “Hello,” a female voice answered on the first ring. “Are you hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me the code of the panic room.”

  The code. I crawled back to the door and lifted my eyes.

  “Seven nine six five zero zero.”

  “Describe the situation.”

  “My bodyguard, Vincent Nowak. He’s outside, and I can hear gunshots… He told me to stay here,” I forced out, and choked again. “You need to help him. Please.”

  “Your security has already contacted us. Help is on the way. Do not, under any circumstances, leave the panic room. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Once the area is secured, we’ll call you on this number.”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “Do you see the charger?”

  “Yes.”

  “As soon as you end this call, put the phone on charge. You are safe, sir. Help will come in fifteen minutes. Do not leave the panic room.”

  “Yeah, I get it.”

  “You are safe,” she repeated. “We’ll call you soon.”

  The woman hung up.

  I didn’t remember much from the following half an hour. I only knew it was thirty minutes because the exact times of the phone calls and messages were saved on the device and later transcribed into the FBI report. Waiting there, powerless, not knowing if Vincent was hurt or dead, was the most horrific experience of my entire life.