Several hours and a small nap later, I could still hear Sebastian smashing shit around outside the bedroom, so he was definitely still mad about me feeding him my breakfast. I just didn’t want it to go to waste. 

Creeping to the door, I opened it and looked around. Paperwork was scattered all around, and it was quiet now. But I could see why Sebastian was lying on the couch, and looking up at the ceiling.  

“If you’re thinking about sneaking away, I’ll break your leg,” Sebastian hissed. 

“I wasn’t. But thanks for letting me know your plan.” I muttered, and went to the kitchen, avoiding the papers the best that I could. Getting a drink of water from the tap, I sighed when I finished. I had to figure out what to do. 

Back in the living room, Sebastian was still on the couch. Bending down, I picked up a few closer by papers and set them on the coffee table. Picking up a few more, I set them with other ones. Sebastian remained unmoving the entire time, saying fuck it. I cleaned the rest of the papers up and set them all in a neat pile on the table. 

Realizing that all these papers were mixed up, because some were signed and the others were not, I sat down on the other side of the table and started sorting them into two different piles.

“What made you throw all these?” I asked, not really sure if he was still conscious or sleeping there on the couch. 

“A stupid worker of mine, plus the lingering anger from you. But I don’t see why you would want to know that,” he bitched. 

“Honestly, I just wanted to know why you acted like this. I crashed your car, and you didn’t even behave this way, that’s all.” I said. 

“Did I not? I pierced your tongue because I wanted to break something of yours. Maybe a leg would have been better in hindsight.”

“What will you do to me now?” I said, and looked at him, expecting him to at the very least show me that devilish smirk of his, but no. He didn’t move a damn inch, he just remained in the same space where he was. 

“I haven’t decided what to do with you yet, but I know one thing. I have your freedom, and without that, you really have little Rhory.” Sebastian said. 

“You’re right. I have little now, but that’s hardly different from before. One of us is going to get sick of the other first, and honestly, I hope for my sake that it’s you.” 

“I could break you in many ways, Rhory.” Sebastian said, and I could hear the threat in his voice. 

“If you feel the need, who am I to stop you? You will do what you want.” 

“How did you end up in my bar, Rhory?” he said. 

“Like I’m pretty sure I already said, I went home and went inside and then went out for a drink. Had a few before I ended up in your bar and had another or two. Believe me, though, I knew I didn’t belong there, but they were welcoming at the very least. One guy asked if I knew how to play pool, and I did, so I agreed, and that’s when we acknowledged each other. I was just going to pee and go the hell home, but you know how that worked out.”

“You clearly don’t seem aware that ‘that guy’ was going to get you drunk and take you back with him for a one-night stand, Rhory. His dirty eyes were all over you. He was looking over at you intently when you threw your leg up on the pool table and bent over. Hell, I think every fucking man in that bar that’s ever touched another male was thinking the same thing,” he bitched, and I wondered if he too was watching me the same way. 

“And you weren’t watching me like that?” I questioned him. 

“Heh. I’m just as much male as the others, but let me tell you the difference, since you want to group us all together. Rhory, your body belongs to me. Hell, your entire being belongs to me,” he said and his voice took on an uncomfortable darkness to it. 

“So you were mad they were coveting your belonging?” I said, trying to ignore the nagging feeling inside me to fight him about his statement. I was a person, not a belonging, but he didn’t see me like that. 

He didn’t respond to my question, rather, he just rolled over to look at me. “Your brother is concerned about you,” he muttered. 

“I don’t care.” I huffed and got up off the ground. 

“I’m not done speaking with you, Rhory.” 

“If you want to talk about Roan, then I don’t want to take part in the conversation.” I said and headed to the kitchen, stopping at the door. “Besides, I’m starving after my half day nap.”

“Perhaps you should have eaten your fucking breakfast, then. Instead of dumping the fucking shit on me.” He snapped and got up off the couch, and I could hear him coming up behind me. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to the table with him. “Sit, I have something you can eat.”

He put the pancakes on the table, and you could see he had picked them up off his floor and lap. He slid them closer to me and leaned down. “Your dinner is served, Rhory.”

I looked at him with both shock and disgust in my eyes. “Absolutely not! I am not about to—--”

“I don’t remember giving you a choice, so if that’s what you want, let me give you another choice. You eat those, until you’re fucking sick, or I’m going to throat fuck you until you can’t talk back. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.”

The look on his face told me he was beyond serious about this, but there was no way I was about to put those dirty pancakes in my mouth and eat them. Hell no. I had enough of eating dirty food when I was a boy, back then I didn’t have a choice. It was that or starve to death. Shoving the plate off the table onto the floor, the plate shattered, and Sebastian chuckled. “I see you’ve decided.” 

He shoved the glass and pancakes out of the way before he pulled me from the kitchen back to the living room, and he threw me on the couch. He unbuckled his pants, and yanked his belt out, and set it on the top of the couch. 

“Lay on your fucking back, and open your fucking mouth. If you so much as bite me, I’ll break your jaw, Rhory.”

Laying on my back, he lifted me up the arm of the couch a bit, before he got on top of me, and pulled his cock out. With one leg on either side of me, he pushed his cock into my mouth and hissed. “Open the fuck up, like I told you.”

His cock kept rubbing against the piercing and it wasn’t painful so much as it was uncomfortable. The lack of air from him throat fucking me until I gagged over and over should have been unpleasant, but I was fucking hard. Pushing his hips with my hands, he was fucking my throat far harder than he had before. Even as I gagged, he didn’t pull his cock back. My teeth grazed his cock, and he yanked on my hair hard. He spilled his seed down my throat and I dry heaved when he took his cock out of my mouth. Strands of cum and saliva coating my lips and chin. 

“Hope you enjoyed your dinner.”

Swallowing hurt and talking did too, as I tried to talk back to him. My tongue was throbbing now, again. My cheeks were wet with tears and I felt gross. He wiped the tip of his cock off on my shirt and readjusted himself before he buckled his pants. He put a bit of space between us, and reached between my legs, grabbing my cock hard. 

“We are going to get along sexually, very well, Rhory.” 

He shoved his other hand actually down my pants and shoved him away. “Don’t t…ouch me.” 

“Scared you will like my hands on you more?” Sebastian taunted me. Swallowing again, I winced, and Sebastian stood up. “Stay here.”

I rubbed the outside of my throat until he returned, and he had a teacup in his hands and it looked all kinds of wrong. Glaring at him, he set the cup on the table. 

“It’s just tea to help soothe your throat.” 

Picking up the tea, it was lemon, and honey flavoured. It was warm and was helping soothe my throat after the first few sips, but it had a strange aftertaste that made me wonder if he was giving me actual medication. 

“Did you just drug me?” I asked and looked at him, setting the cup on the table. 

“It’s just got a mild pain reliever in it. It’s made for sore throats,” he said, and picked up the cup. “If I was going to kill you, I’d just kill you normally. There’s no need to waste drugs.”

“I’m not worth killing with drugs?” I said, and he frowned. 

“I could kill you far more comfortably and faster without the drugs,” he said before heading into the kitchen with the cup, and I was mildly confused by his behaviour here. First, he wanted me to suffer so I couldn’t talk back, and now he was giving me medication to help my sore throat. I didn’t fucking get it at all.