Sebastián's Point Of View
Sebastián didn't tell Stephen, but he would actually reach his area around 6am. He wanted to get back as fast as possible to look into what he found. He never imagined his father and Mr. Coolwater would show up too, much less together. That was the scariest thing, he had found out. Shit always hits the fan when their father's publicly fraternized, and people usually died.
Sebastián could feel his foot press further down on the gas pedal, nearing 100mph. Life was finally peaceful for Stephen and Sebastián, they had jobs to do and they had companies to run. On the surface it was neatly organized and the perfect mask, because underneath it was an chaotic mess.
The old wanting what's not theirs, the young trying to make a life for themselves, outside of the crime riddled nest they once called home. They thought they would have more time. After all, both their father's had suffered extreme financial and personal loss tge last time they had clashed.
"Old bastards should just die already. You're getting in the way of the boss's happiness."
There was also something else Sebastián wanted to see. Word in the circle was that Stephen took home a guy, and said guy was still at the mansion. A glaring alarm due to the fact that although he dabbled with 'men pets', it was never to the extent of keeping the contract after the night was over.
Stephen wasn't an emotional guy, his father made sure of that from a young age.
Sebastián believed his nighttime proclivities were also because of that trauma. But if Stephen is keeping this pet locked up, it's definitely about more than compatibility. Plus, judging from his latest bank activity he didn't pay them anything either.
The contracts were there for business reasons, can't have gold diggers suing the CEO for scandalous deeds, but the money was to cover all bases. If they sign a contract and receive money or "compensation" they could never seek any kind of retribution against Stephen. It wasn't an amount to scoff at either, $450,000 to kindly 'Fuck Off' forever doesn't sound too big of an ask.
So the fact that One-Night-Stand Stephen, still had this guy in his house was something he was dying to know more about. It boggled the mind that Stephen would deviate from his norm on a dime like this.
'Well you know what they say, Curiosity Killed The Cat...and all that'
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Mizuyuki's Point Of View
Mizuyuki was disoriented and confused. He had gone to sleep on the sofa and woken up in the bed, curled up in Stephen's arms. And while that might not have been a big deal given what they've already done together, Stephen was unconsciously running his hands through Mizuyuki's hair while he was on the phone with someone.
As soon an he hung up and dropped his phone behind him, he exhaled a long exhausted sigh and looked down, right into my eyes. I could feel him tense around me and quickly extract his hand from my hair. It was a little bittersweet, because it had been comforting.
"You don't have to stop if you don't want to. It feels good so I don't mind. But why are you here... in bed... with me–" my words died in my throat because I had rubbed against his groin unintentionally with my thigh, and for the umpteenth time he was hard as a rock.
"Uh... so you were having a nightmare and I put you on the bed so you wouldn't be at risk of falling off... but then you told me not to go, so here I am... I'm sorry..." He replied, not looking the least bit sorry, with that knowing smirk on his face.
"I did no such thing! And I was not having a nightmare!" I said indignant.
"Yes, you did... but it's fine I don't mind. You calmed down instantly once you were in my arms so I don't mind at all." He said, running his hand through my hair again.
I could feel my face heating up again. What's worse is that I couldn't dispute what he said, since I otherwise don't remember a thing. And unfortunately for me, I did feel calm and relaxed in his arms. It made little sense, because he was still basically a stranger.
"Does it calm you down when I play in your hair?" Stephen asked, pulling me closer into his body.
"Well.... I don't hate it... also who were you on the phone with a moment ago?" I asked, trying to change the subject quickly.
"That would be my right-hand man, my second-in-command, Sebastián Mason. You'll probably meet him tomorrow if you want to, that is. Though I guess you might need some clothes..." Stephen said, turning his head to keep from laughing.
"Looks like you should go buy me clothes then. Since you haven't returned my clothes... Probably stored them away in a 'Perverted Shrine'.... it's only fair that you provide the necessary attire I should wear when greeting company in your home... hmph!" I replied, turning away completely from him.
Only to remember one glaring thing about Stephen, forgotten in the bout of anger.
'Seriously, is it even healthy to retain a boner so many times and for such a long period of time? Is he even human?'
I inched away from his body trying to put some distance between us, but it was all in vain due to the large hands that seized my waist and dragged me back into his body.
"Ungh! Hngh..."
Holding my hips firmly, he ground his dick on my ass, while biting my right shoulder.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me a Pervert... Hmm, Mizuu?" He growled directly into my ear, making me shudder.
"I didn't call you, a pervert. I said 'Perverted Shrine'!" I said, still trying to release his grip.
"That's just semantics. What if I had a shrine? You said it's Perverted, so wouldn't that mean the maker is a pervert?"
"Do you have a shrine then?" I asked, rolling my eyes thinking it was ludacris to even entertain the thought.
There was a quiet pause. He gave no reply. My body tensed up instantly.
'Is he serious? SERIOUSLY? Frikkin PERVERT!'
"I don't have a shrine, but your body language said so much without any words... Hahaha... You thought I had one and you even called me a pervert. Even though I told you not to."
"I did not! And stop grinding your dick into me. What did you even do with them if there's no shine?"
"I threw them out. I'll get you whatever you want, you need only ask." He said, kissing my arm and shoulder.
"Well looks like you'll need to head out soon and get me some new clothes, unhand me please."
"Ah... No can do, I have to get exact measurements with my own two hands, before I go." He said, sliding a hand between my thighs.
"Ah! Stop that! I can just– Ah! Hngh! I can just tell you my– Uhh! Shit! Stooop! I can just tell you... what they are!"
Stephen just kept grinding his dick against my ass while gripping my left thigh, pinching my right nipple, and biting my shoulder, in varying intensities.
"No need, I believe in 'hands on experience'... Hahaha."
"No, no, no. You don't need to do that, please."
"Ah, little Mizu, do you not remember the contract you signed? The 'Anytime' clause directly underneath the clause on what to address me as?" He said, sliding two of his fingers into my mouth.
He pressed down hard enough to immobilize my tongue. And now that he mentioned it, there was a lot in that contract that I didn't give much thought to upon signing, since I planned to leave the next day no matter what. And since he was supposed to be a One-Night-Stand. However with my escape plan in ruins and trapped with the resident Sadistic Pervert as I was. Certain things I had agreed to were coming back to me, like a silent horror film.
The Anytime clause: Is how it sounds. Anytime, and any place, your Master can request you to 'service' him. If you do not think you can do it in that moment use your safeword.
Attire clause: you will dress in the 'Attire' your Master provides for you, for public or private occasions.
The Pet clause: reserved for exclusive contracts, you will be given a collar. Once received, this contract will become an exclusive contract if initials are in this box.
Meal clause: you will be subject to punishment of the Master's choosing if meals are not eaten promptly and completely. Your punishment will double if you are also caught neglecting your health.
'Everything! I stupidly agreed to everything. And it's not like I can just say "Oh... my bad, I assumed I'd never have to see you again so it was a one time only, anything goes kind of signing," Ugh this is the wors–'
My thoughts were interrupted by Stephen's fingers going down my throat, his knuckles between my teeth.
"Grk! Ugh! Ack!"
I coughed and gagged until he removed his fingers from my mouth. Saliva collected in my mouth and tears streamed down my cheeks.
"W-Was that really necessary? I mean would it kill you to giv– Ahh! Ungh! Bastard..."
Stephen inserted his wet two fingers deep inside me all at once.
"You have such a filthy mouth. Makes me want to give you some 'Mouthwash' to gargle with."
"Wouldn't... Ngh! That make it... Ahh! Even more filthy? Hngh! Uhh! Pervert... Ahhh! Shit!"
He had shoved a third finger inside me, and churned them against my walls like a mixer. My body shuddered and spasmed in pleasure of its own volition.
"Augh! I'm gonna... C-Cum! Hngh! Ah!"
"So sensitive.... and already about to cum with your cock hmm? Without your Master's permission? We can't have that can we? I'll have to take you to the Playroom... Mizu." Stephen said, squeezing my dick and biting my right shoulder again.
"Then stop like a normal person, listening to sound advice... Pervert..."
Stephen quickly withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his rock hard cock. There was a rustling sound behind me, and then a moderately loud squishy sound.
Before I could come to a conclusion about what he was doing, he shoved the head of his dick inside me with zero warning.
"AHH! Shit! Do you have no grasp on how massive your dick is? You careless assho– Ah! Hngh... Ungh!" My words were cut off due to him sliding his remaining girth inside me inch by inch.
"Oh I do... but since your cock is still hard, and you would have cum the moment I put the head of my cock inside you, if not for my hand, that tells me that you like it, my Little Closet Masochist."
I had nothing to say because I was currently trying hard to focus on something, anything, other than cumming. My body trembled violently, sliding into the throes of a dry orgasm instead. My eyes went wide at the familiar sensation. Stephen started to thrust into me harder, my dick still tightly squeezed in his fist.
"W-Wait! Ugh... Agh! I'm gonna cum! Slow down... Ack! Uhh! Please!"
He showed zero signs of listening. Just slamming into me harder and faster with each thrust. He bit me hard on the shoulder and my vision twinkled with colorful spots. My body spasmed mercilessly both inside and out.
"Fuck! What a naughty body you have Mizuu... No other hole... has ever taken me... so well before... You're squeezing me... so tight! You just... cum as you please... is that it?" Stephen said, never once relenting his merciless thrusts.
I couldn't reply because another feeling was bubbling up to the surface, the feeling of needing to cum and needing to urinate.
"Ah... Uhh... something... is coming out! Stop, please!"
"It's ok you have my permission to cum, I'm about to cum inside you too." Stephen said, releasing my dick.
"N-No! Not... cumming. I don't... Ah! Hngh!"
"Oho? And pray tell, what's going to come out of your sexy body today hmm? Mizuu..." Stephen said, biting the space between my neck and shoulder so hard I was sure he drew blood.
"AHHHH!"
As soon as he bit me, I released a thin white sticky stream of liquid from my dick. Tears continuously fell from my eyes. My body seizing with the waves of pleasure rippling through me. Sight and sound were coming to me intermittently. I could feel Stephen's cum pooling deep inside me too.
"Did you just squirt Mizu? This isn't cum or piss." Stephen said, rubbing the liquid between his fingers.
"What an interesting guy..." Stephen said, quietly with a chuckle.
'Dear Ground, I would like to be swallowed up now please.'