by P J Mann
Jonas didn’t say a word, and secured Justin’s wrists to the frame of the headboard, he didn’t have any plan, but looking at his boyfriend naked on the bed, he was sure he would have come up with something interesting to heat up the afternoon.
Justin didn’t yet say a word, he felt breathless from arousal, his heart was racing furiously in his chest and felt his cock throbbing with desire.
“So, Mr. Sheen, I think we are ready to start, and I hope you are willing to cooperate. This will make my job easy and your permanence tied to that bed less painful. Do I make myself clear?” Jonas asked as if he was interrogating someone accused of terrorism.
“What am I accused of?” Justin replied.
“Insubordination,” Jonas replied, simply. “If I recall correctly, you were supposed to report to me at the end of the day, but you just left your office before the end of the day and failed to report. If you are not calling this insubordination, I don’t know what else it could be.”
“I tried to come and report, but I didn’t find you in the office…”
“No more excuses!” Jonas yelled getting closer to Justin’s face, grabbing and squeezing it with his right hand. As he let Justin go, he slapped him.
“I didn’t come here to hear your pathetic excuses, I came here to get your apologies and to make sure you won’t misbehave anymore,” he replied walking away from the bed, as he took off his shirt.
“That is not an excuse, I was sure you left already!” Justin tried to justify himself.
Jonas was already undressed when he turned to face Justin. He smiled, “I have never seen anything sexier than you tied to your bed, waiting for me…”
“Come and get me then, perhaps I will apologize for being such an irresponsible subordinate,” Justin replied breathlessly.
“You are indeed an irresponsible sub…” Jonas sneered leaving the word at the half. “But I love you madly,” he added whispering in his ears.
Their lips fused into a passionate kiss, as Jonas' hands explored Justin’s body. He liked caressing and teasing him, to bring his arousal to that level, when he would have moaned losing his mind begging for the completion of the act.
“I won’t let you have any satisfaction before I receive at least a decent apology from you. Moreover, I have been thinking the whole day about having you tied to your bed, ready to take whatever I had in mind to deliver,” Jonas whispered in Justin's ear.
A weak moan escaped from Justin’s mouth, and he believed that was the only sound he would have been able to say, considering his heartbeat was stealing every breath from him.
Jonas’ tongue started to trail from Justin’s neck to the ear, where he knew he had a soft spot. It was interesting for him to notice how his heartbeat increased and his breathing became heavier.
He didn’t release him, instead he continued his journey down to his chest, where he knew perfectly the place Justin would have started to scream with pleasure; the nipples.
He had many boyfriends in his life, but Justin was the kind of guy with so many erogenous spots to make his teasing game the most addicting of all. He thought he could never have enough of teasing Justin; the only problem was that this game was teasing him too, and he knew he could not last long playing the game without feeling the need to penetrate that warm and sexy body.
“Oh my God, please… Iona,” he gasped breathlessly as Jonas reached his nipple and started to bite it lightly.
“Did you whisper something?” Jonas replied amused.
“Please, Sir, I am so sorry for having misbehaved…” he apologized feeling like he was fairly exploding with desire.
“Hmm, that sounds like an apology; I am sure you can do better,” Jonas replied.
“Please forgive me, Sir. I am truly sorry for my unacceptable behavior, I won’t do it anymore.”
“That’s better, but I still think that you need some time to think about what you did wrong,” Jonas said standing up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” Justin asked as he watched him going towards the door.
“I am going to give you some time to think about how you should behave from now on,” he switched off the light and closed the door as he walked away. Suddenly, he thought that by leaving Justin alone in his bedroom would have increased his desire to levels not yet reached.
Justin remained puzzled by Jonas’ behavior, but he had never felt so aroused by any sort of erotic games like the one Jonas was playing. He wasn’t sure what was going on; what he was doing in the other room or whether he was preparing something else. The anticipation was killing him.
Jonas let a whole half an hour pass, before coming again to Justin. It hadn’t been pleasant at all, as he felt aroused the whole time.
He didn’t say anything, he just released Justin’s wrists from the handcuffs, and cuddled with him, kissing him passionately, ready to complete what they’ve started.
As the orgasm surprised them, they looked into each other’s eyes.
“I have never loved anyone in my life as much as I love you,” said Jonas, caressing Justin’s hair.
“I love you too, babe. You are the only one I want to have in my life, and I cannot even think of being away from you; not even for a day,” Justin said as he was falling asleep in Jonas' arms.
Justin woke up the morning after with Jonas still sleeping by his side. He’d never thought about it before, but perhaps it was time to upgrade their relationship.
He wasn’t expecting to have wild sex as they had the previous evening for the rest of their lives. To be honest, as he looked at Jonas sleeping beside him, the only thing he was able to conceive was the pain in the knowledge that he would have gone back to his apartment soon. The knowledge that he was not going far from him wasn’t enough anymore, and he wanted more from that relationship.
I don’t want to hide my feelings for the fear to be discovered at the office, or that someone could see us on the street and give us problems. I don’t want him to go back to his apartment, I want to share my life with him fully, he thought as he caressed Jonas hair gently, not to wake him up.
Justin remained quiet for a long time simply looking at the man he thought he loved more than he ever did. He started to think about the imminent trip to Georgia, where he would have met his whole family. He also wanted to introduce him to his parents, but that would have been more complicated since they would have seen it quite suspicious the fact that he was in a relationship with his supervisor.
Jonas finally opened his eyes and noticed that Justin was caressing him as if he was still asleep, gave him a smile. He was in love with Justin, and he was struggling to find a solution that could have fit their need to open their relationship to the public.
Chapter 14.
A couple of months passed, and although it was only September, the winter seemed willing to kick in, Laura and Sabina kept their newborn friendship alive, and many times Laura found herself thinking about what a strange couple of friends they were.
“She is totally the opposite of me. In other occasions, I wouldn’t even start a conversation with her; since I would have considered it obvious we couldn’t have anything in common. Nevertheless, it is funny how, despite our differences, we still keep hanging out together,” she said standing up from her desk.
She walked out of her office and walked to the kitchen, where she met Clarissa, one of the librarians. “Having a break, huh?” She asked as she saw Laura coming in.
“Yep, are you finishing up your shift?” Laura replied as she approached the coffee machine.
“Just a couple of hours, and then I can call my day done, though there is still a long way to call this day finished,” she replied smiling.
“Anything interesting?”
“No, just my in-laws decided that it would have been nice to come for a visit,” Clarissa said rolling her eyes. “I mean, I do not have anything against them coming for a visit, the point is that they will stay for an entire month and they decided to stay with us, rather than bo
oking a hotel.”
“One month??” Laura replied. “I must consider myself very lucky not to be married. If there is anything I treasure more than anything in this world that is my own space. I guess that one thing is sharing the spaces with the man of your life, another is sharing with his family. I remember when my grandparents came to visit us, for us kids, it was awesome, for my mother… torture. You will need a holiday after they leave.”
They both laughed, “I might check whether I still have a couple of days left from my summer holiday. That could be a good idea to regain my sanity.”
“Are they really that terrible?” Laura wondered sipping her coffee.
“To be honest no, and generally they are very sweet people, but they also are of a certain age, and they are used to having things their way. Something I am afraid of is that my way is totally different, and this might cause some kind of tension between us. By the way, I didn’t have the time to ask you about the therapy for your insomnia. How did it go?”
“Everything went as smooth as velvet. I could finally find a way to sleep for at least five or six hours per night. You might think it is not enough, but when I recall the times when I could sleep max two-three hours per night, this seems like a dream come true. Now, when I wake up in the morning I do not feel angry with the whole world anymore, I can enjoy the sight of a sunny day or the presence of other people who share the same ride on the metro,” Laura replied smiling.
“I have never had any problem with falling asleep, but I can only imagine what kind of torture it must be,” Clarissa considered. “Well, I need to get back to work, see you around.”
“Yes, sure.”
Laura remained for a moment in the kitchen to finish her coffee, but before returning to her office, she filled another cup.
It is not too late to have another one, she considered, thinking about the rule of reducing the amount of caffeine, and particularly of not drinking any coffee in the late afternoon.
Dr. Wright was almost ready to head home when his telephone rang. He didn’t recognize the ‘unknown number’ on display, but there was only one person who kept his telephone number private for safety reasons, and he knew that he needed all the privacy he could get.
Therefore, he hurried to lock the door of his office before replying.
“Hello,” he replied.
“I have to guess you were almost ready to leave your office,” the familiar voice of Mr. M. said.
“You are right, I was getting ready to go home. Are there any problems?” Dr. Wright asked cautiously.
“Maybe yes and maybe no. I have been informed about some strange phone calls between Lieutenant Jonas Avaliani and Officer Giorgi Bochorishvili from Tbilisi Police Department. Does it ring any bells to you?”
Dr. Wright remained silent for a moment, he remembered that name, it was the name of the Detective who was investigating the case of the prostitute murdered by Ethan Jackson.
“I thought it was a closed case…” he replied in a lower tone of voice.
“That was exactly what we all thought. However, it seems like Officer Bochorishvili couldn’t find a culprit for the murder and insisted to not close the case,” Mr. M. replied. “This wouldn’t be something that should worry us, because he still searching for someone who is living in Tbilisi. Though, I am concerned about the fact that he asked help from Lieutenant Avaliani, who is supposed to travel to Tbilisi together with Officer Sheen. I will take care of keeping an eye on them, but I want you to be prepared and speed up the research, perhaps we do not have as much time left as we thought before they will start to investigate Ethan Jackson and us. If they start to dig deep enough, they will discover that Mrs. Lynn, Mr. Abbey, and Mr. Blake, the gardener and the cleaning lady of the hotel have all mysteriously disappeared. We can’t afford this to happen.”
This cannot be happening, Dr. Wright thought, feeling light-headed and his legs strengthless. He collapsed on his chair feeling like his life was going to end soon.
“This was not the way I planned,” Dr. Wright whispered, almost talking to himself. He thought about his wife, who would have suffered the consequences of his wrong decision. He could not allow her to suffer if the whole plot suddenly became clear to the Police.
“We need to make sure that they will never discover the whole plan. We need more time…” added Dr. Wright.
“We might not have that luxury. Either we are going to give them a suspect for the murder of the prostitute, or we will have to add a few casualties to our research,” Mr. M. replied.
“For Christ’s sake, we cannot kill everybody!” Dr. Wright yelled emphatically as he stood up from his chair.
“What’s the difference between one murder and one hundred?” Mr. M. replied calmly.
“The difference is ninety-nine more innocent people, but perhaps you don’t give a shit about numbers, do you?”
“No, I have always been bad in math, and I can assure you that after a certain amount of people, you will also stop caring too much about how many they are. The result is what counts, and I will not let a bunch of people stand between me and my goals. This includes you as well; either you are with me or against me,” Mr. M. warned. “So which side are you on?”
Dr. Wright winced feeling the pressure of a question that wasn’t meant to contain any rhetoric; that was a direct threat aimed not just to scare, but to warn.
“Of course, I am on your side. It is not just because of your threat, but also because I do not want to go to jail or give my family a reason to fear for their safety. They are my priority at the moment, and there is nothing I won’t do to avoid any sort of trouble.”
“Everyone has a priority and somebody to care about; I am glad to have you on my side,” Mr. M. replied. “However, we need to work fast towards a solution. If you prefer, I can put you in touch with the two researchers you have been working with. They might help you to find a solution to this inconvenience. Otherwise, I will be forced to take care of the situation my way.”
Dr. Wright didn’t know what to say, perhaps what worked with Mrs. Lynn’s sister could also work with this stubborn Police Officer in Georgia, what I am wondering is whether it might be better to find someone who can speak Georgian to try the hypnosis routine with him.
“We might need to find out whether the technique we used to induce a false memory on Mrs. Lynn’s sister could work on Officer Bochorishvili,” Dr. Wright considered as if he was talking to himself.
“We do not have the time for research,” replied Mr. M.
“But how much can we count on the fact that they will ever come to us? Do you really think it will be a feasible possibility?” asked Dr. Wright, trying to see the situation with calm. “After all, Mr. Jackson was the main suspect of the murder, but his alibi was too strong, and there is no clue of my presence there before the murder. I was traveling undercover, and my arrival can be confirmed by the immigration service at the airport. According to them, I arrived a couple of days after the murder, invited by Officer Bochorishvili himself.”
“Anything can happen, and if you do not think about every possibility, even the most unfeasible one, you will end up in jail; or at the morgue,” observed Mr. M. “Nevertheless, you are perhaps right, and we might wait and see what is going to happen. For this reason, I suggest you speed up the research meanwhile my team will keep a close eye on Tbilisi and the Boston Police Officers.”
“I will call Prof Doyle immediately and inform him about the need to start the tests as soon as possible. I will choose the right patient.”
As he hung up the phone, Dr. Wright fell once again back in his chair. He looked at the clock; it started to get late.
He sent a message to his wife to inform her that he had to stay at the office for a while longer and that she shouldn’t be worried about his delay.
“I will call her as soon as I am ready to head home, that is as soon as I have talked to Prof. Doyle and I have the time to calm my nerves. Nobody has to suspect anything, not even my wife.
”
He grabbed the phone once again and called Prof Doyle, who was already at home. He tried to explain to him briefly the chat he had with Mr. M. and the reason why the new testing should have started right away.
“There are still some details that according to the computer simulations should be fixed, but in line with the principle, the final drug should be ready within a couple of months. This is, of course, in the case that no further problems arise,” replied Prof. Doyle.
“I understand, and I might also sound a bit paranoid, but we might not have the amount of time we need. We need to speed up the research to reach the final formulation of the drug and its combination with the improved hypnotic routine I am testing with some of my patients,” Dr. Wright insisted.
“It is not wise to play with the rush. You remember that testing a drug that wasn’t ready led us to kill three people more than we initially planned?” Prof. Doyle reminded him.
“Well, to speak the truth, the only difference was that the people we killed were the wrong ones. Speaking about numbers there haven’t been any differences from the original plan,” Dr. Wright pointed out.
“And that was even worse because the people who were supposed to be killed were those who do not have anyone left in this world. We didn’t need to stir up the hornet's nest, by killing people who had a family or people who cared about them,” replied Prof. Doyle. “Look what happened with Mrs. Lynn! Although we were able to fix the situation, this doesn’t mean that there hasn’t been anything to worry about.”
Dr. Wright took a deep breath, he knew Prof. Doyle was right, and perhaps he let himself be transported by the rush of their client. “This is correct, indeed, but from now on it might be better if we devote more time to the research. This matter is killing my sanity.”
“I can see that, have you tried going to psychotherapy?” Prof. Doyle chuckled.
Dr. Wright found it extremely hilarious, and burst into loud laughter, “sorry, I think that as soon as this whole project is done, and if we are still alive and out of jail, I will surely think about it. But before that I will move to some tropical paradise, change my name and identity to live out the rest of my life in peace.”