Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The lazy grin was all he needed to know, but Taron still nodded. When he looked so good, with his cock sticking out of his pants, chest and face flushed, Colin almost forgot he was dealing with a murderer. But as much as Colin enjoyed this transaction, he still wanted his reward.
“So… how do you plan to pay me for this… job?” he asked, picking out a chicken nugget.
Taron’s smile faded, and he started signing.
Colin followed him out of the cage tentatively, half-expecting to be pushed back in, but nothing like that happened, and he stretched, until his back creaked. “Oh, damn, this feels so good!”
His nakedness must have been enough of a distraction, because Taron didn’t even seem particularly attentive to Colin’s movements.
Was this the moment to grab a weapon and strike?
If his blow was strong enough, lethal enough, he would be free. He glanced to the trap door under the pretense of looking around. It was open, and he could easily leave the house once he was up there. Even if he was to run naked, he wasn’t bound. Taron didn’t have a bunch of dogs to guard the premises.
But if Taron survived, the trust Colin had managed to build would never be restored. It would have been game over for him.
So Colin needed to bide his time for a better opportunity. After all, he’d only just gotten the chance to step out of the cage for the second time. There was no need to get hasty, since it wasn’t like the sex was a chore.
Rio poked his nose in and jogged down the stairs, but Taron grabbed him on the way and held him in his arms. The cat became a purring machine Colin could hear even from afar.
Colin smirked. “You look good from down here,” he said, wanting to push his claws deeper into Taron’s flesh, but he wasn’t lying either. He was hoping for many, many chores like this one until he finally freed himself, once his stars aligned.
Taron glanced over his shoulder, but he was impossible to read. When he came back down after a couple of minutes, his pants were back in place, and he held something large in one hand.
Two cats followed him to the bunker, meowing as if they needed assistance. Had he come down to feed Colin before them? It was definitely a privilege. “Where is the red bow on that present?” Colin asked with a small smile, though he was feeling a little bit nervous.
Colin’s stomach dropped at the sight of the collar with some kind of device attached, but he still took it in his hands when Taron passed it to him.
Colin felt somewhat deflated, but this was at least something. It meant Taron had been planning to give him more freedom. “Won’t it suddenly shock me at night or something?”
Those weren’t the nicest words to hear from a man you’d just fucked, but Colin wasn’t in a normal situation either.
He reluctantly turned the heavy collar in his hands. “I wouldn’t kill you. I literally still have enough spunk inside me I might be 5% you.”
Taron let out that weird snort-grunt and ruffled Colin’s hair.
Chapter Ten
Taron had been working on this collar for a while, but seeing it locked around Colin’s slender neck still gave him shiver of satisfaction. He had no idea how things would go from now on, or how Colin would act once he was allowed outside, but people were unpredictable anyway, so Taron wanted to give this solution a shot.
It wasn’t his intention to keep Colin in a cage underground forever, since it would have been unbearable in the long run. He could’ve just as well put a bullet in Colin’s head and end his misery. But Colin hadn’t complained about the work, the stories about his grandma’s garden inspired confidence in Taron that Colin would adjust to the life around the homestead, and he was a great piece of ass, on top of that.
The sex had worked wonders to Colin’s temperament too. When Taron had first come home after his visit to town, Colin had been spiteful and aggressive, but now his body language was relaxed, and he didn’t protest the collar nor the rope attached to it.