Just A Bit Ruthless

When Luke woke up, it was already late afternoon.This is still known from the wall clock on the wall. Looking out the window, you can only see the heavy snow falling, and you can't tell the time at all.

Luke rubbed his eyes, stretched on the soft bed, feeling his body was well rested and refreshed.There was still a little soreness in the muscles, but he still felt that he hadn't been this comfortable for a long time.He still couldn't understand why he had been transferred from the old room to this suspiciously comfortable one, but he hoped it wasn't an enemy's negligence.

Then, he recalled something.Did Roman tell him that this room is Roman's private room?

Luke blushed as he recalled the time.Hold!At that time, he really let the man hold him around, help his dick to urinate for him, almost treating him as an object?The man's belongings?

Luke felt a little panic in his heart.Suddenly, he felt an irresistible urge to flee.Run far away, to a place where that strange man can't find him—the man with cruel eyes but gentle and domineering hands.

Yet...he couldn't deny that things were going fairly well.It went even better than Luke had hoped.Yes, he was punished, it felt terrible, and he was still clinging to other people and crying so badly that he was ashamed to think about it; but Roman treated him kindly.There was absolutely no need for the man to take care of him, but he did it anyway.He could have just laid Luke there, exhausted and helpless, pissing all over himself, and then fell asleep on the hard floor.He even helped Luke change and put him in bed.Even when Roman did these things, his methods were not gentle at all, but he did it after all.Luke decided to count this as his small win.He always tends to be optimistic.

Luke yawned, stretched, and sat up.He still felt a little sore in his muscles, but it was far from as serious as he feared.His eyes fell on the bedside table, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide.There was a big plate full of food on it.There are all kinds of delicious food.There are even fruits and vegetables.

Luke grinned, and his stomach rumbled.

Don't worry about your stomach, you have to take a shower first.

His mood improved a lot, so he walked into the bathroom barefoot, and after glancing at the mirror, he suddenly froze: he recognized what he was wearing.A white shirt with long sleeves.Apparently it belonged to someone taller and broader in shoulders than he was: nearly to his knees.Could it be Roman's?

A shiver ran up his spine.Normally, he wouldn't care about it - it's too late for him to be happy without wearing dirty clothes - but after experiencing the magical reality last night, how could he wear that man's clothes calmly?Not to mention that he was wearing nothing underneath but that shirt.

There is another door in the bathroom.Luke went over and listened, but heard nothing.

He pushed on the door, but there was no response.Locked, needless to say?Even if according to what Roman said, he is really in Roman's own room, and it is unlikely that he will be left alone to wander around as he wants.

Luke sighed and began to undress.He needs a shower.He needs to relax and stop thinking about last night.

However, as soon as he stood under the warm water, Luke's mind began to replay.There was something in it that bothered him so much.

It's not that Luke doesn't know anything about discipline and punishment and related things: people can't be judged by appearances, and he is not the innocent, innocent little boy who appears on the outside.His experience is abundant.Thanks to his second boyfriend, Alan who likes BDSM, he is quite familiar with that kind of lifestyle.Alan also persuaded him to give it a try.It turned out that after their first trial, Luke told Alan straight up that although he respected his way of life, he really didn't like being whipped, chained, and flogged.Alan was not very happy after hearing the words, and Luke couldn't help frowning every time he recalled the bad breakup with him.But the fact is...he and Alan did it by the book—they used safe words and everything, and they trusted each other enough—but it just didn't work.Luke couldn't feel anything.While he enjoys some of the activities - like being held down and fucked hard - most of the time he finds "punishment" annoying, stupid, and unarousing, and he doesn't find that at all Activities that make him feel great or submissive.So the relationship with Alan just convinced Luke that he was not good at it at all.

until the early hours of this morning.

He couldn't tell if it was appropriate to compare last night's experience with his attempts with Alan.He and Roman are definitely not just playing.There were no safe words, it was real punishment—punishment that had tortured him to tears—and there was nothing erotic about it, but it shook him wholeheartedly.

Luke knew that BDSM activities didn't have to be sexual, and didn't have to involve whips and chains; sometimes, there was something more complicated than that.The fact is that last night's punishment was stronger and more intimate than the reaction he and Alan had in SM sex games.For understandable reasons, Luke's memories of last night were somewhat incoherent, but the feeling of fragility and helplessness due to weakness was clear and strong until now.

Thinking about it made him panic - because for a few minutes at that time, he felt so good.It felt so good to cry and seek comfort in Roman's arms, and it was just... so fucking fucked up.He didn't even have the minimum trust in that person, how could he feel good?Could it be that his memory has been tampered with?

Luke frowned and turned the shower off.Not wanting to be naked for another second, he hastily dried himself off and put Roman's shirt back on—because there was no other choice, his clothes had gone somewhere.

He stared at the mirror again, doubts abounding in his mind.No matter what happened last night—or this morning—he won't allow it to happen again.He's ready to play the frail, helpless good kid who puts his captors down, but it's all just acting.

Only an extremely stupid person would surrender his truly vulnerable, powerless self in front of a man like Roman Demidov.

***

Luke wasn't sure why he woke up.He gradually realized that he was lying on his side with the sheets piled on his feet.An inaudible voice said to him: Don't open your eyes.So he didn't open it.He pricked up his ears, listening, uneasy and anxious, and goosebumps formed on his arms.

It was still dark: he could hear an owl hooting in the distance, an eerie howl that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.But it wasn't all that frightened him.There was another person in the room.

Yes.That inaudible breathing sound.

Luke kept his breathing even and steady, and he opened one eye slightly.He hadn't turned off the lamp next to the bed when he went to bed, so it was easy to see his surroundings now.Only someone else in the room—he knew who it was—was standing on the other side of the bed, with Luke's back turned to him.

Then he realized something else: his shirt had been pulled up, exposing his legs and butt to Roman's eyes.Luke's first impulse was to yank his shirt down, but if he did, he'd know he was awake.After last night's unsettling encounter, Luke didn't feel ready to face the man face to face.

The exposed skin was faintly numb, and tension accumulated in his body.Why is Roman standing like this?Why hasn't he left yet?Why did you come here in the middle of the night?All afternoon Luke waited anxiously, waiting for Roman or someone else to come in, but no one came.Fortunately, there is enough food left for him, so he doesn't have to worry about being hungry.In the end, because he had nothing to do, he fell asleep, thinking that a big boss like Roman Demidov had more important things to do-how could he have time to say hello to a silly young master?That kid is just a small bargaining chip for bargaining.

However, Roman is here right now.The subtle smell of cigarettes mixed with the kind of cologne he was wearing, Luke was pretty sure it wasn't just figment of his imagination.His muscles trembled with the adrenaline running high, and his heart beat so fast it made him dizzy.Why doesn't Roman even move?what is he looking atWhat's going on in his head?Also, why should Luke care!

"You're as bad at pretending to be asleep as you are at it."

Luke froze.