“But Special Agent Knight put me in charge, sir. I’m not supposed to let the suspect out of my sight.”
“Then stand outside the door. What do you think will happen?”
Ellis didn’t seem too pleased, but he walked out without arguing further with Hunter. As soon as we were alone, Hunter turned to me. “You need to take a shower. You have fresh clothes and bed linens. Do you want to wander around all smelly or be a clean boy?”
“Daddy always helps me in the shower,” I whispered.
His pupils dilated. “Get in the shower, Cosmo,” he said gently.
“Will you help me?”
He took a step back. “I can’t. It’s not appropriate. You’re a prisoner, and I’m one of the law enforcement agents assigned to your case. Don’t you want to be a good boy? Because good boys would clean themselves up.”
“No.” I pouted. How far could I get away with pushing him before he stopped looking at me like I was something to be protected?
“Cosmo.”
I kept my lips firmly together.
“Don’t.” His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “Don’t make me punish you.”
I raised my eyebrows, itching to ask him to do just that. “Will you help me take these off, please?”
“Sure…”
He took the lip of the zipper and yanked it down fast. A finger skimmed over my chest, and a shiver ran through me. He reeled back and stalked over to the door. “You have fifteen minutes.”
Hunter was an interesting man. Soft and caring one minute and all strict the next. He would have made a good Daddy. Or not. I’d thought mine was the best, and he’d hired the same men I was supposed to kill to get rid of me.
Never, ever would I make that mistake again.
As much as I wanted to disobey Hunter to see what he would do, I needed to feel clean, so I shrugged out of the overall and ducked under the spray. I scrubbed as best I could, washing away the grime and vomit. I closed my eyes and leaned back, allowing the water to pour over my head. It was easier to shower without Agent Ellis watching me.
Hunter should have stayed, though. On their own accord, my hands stroked over my chest. Would he have looked at me as intently as Agent Ellis did? He seemed like the kind of man who would have turned his back and allowed me privacy. Or maybe he would take peeks at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Was he interested in men? It was hard to tell. It would be so easy to imagine him treating me with kindness because he wanted me the way Virgil had pretended he didn’t.
My hand wandered between my legs, and my eyes flew open. I stared down at my rigid cock, my heart thumping in my chest. Should I? Guilt washed over me… guilt of being told countless times that I shouldn’t touch myself, nor should I allow anyone else to. But maybe that had been a lie, just like Virgil telling me he loved me. How could it be wrong when I wanted to so badly?
Maybe this once, and if it felt horrible, then I wouldn’t do it ever again.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and gasped out loud. How good it felt to have something tight around it. I only knew what to do because I’d caught Virgil rubbing himself once when he thought I was asleep after playtime. He’d sat there on the floor beside me, his arm around me in a gesture I’d thought at the time was comforting.
His harsh breathing had woken me up, and I’d been surprised but intrigued at him stroking himself so hard, his face flushed and his expression looking pained while he lightly felt up my bottom. I mimicked the motion of Virgil’s hand that day, the movement feeling awkward but so good. Was this why he’d told me it was wrong? Because he didn’t want me to know how good it was.
Would it feel better if it was someone else’s hand on my cock, stroking and squeezing? Someone like Hunter? My cock would be so small in his big hand. My face warmed, and my stomach clenched. It felt so good. I couldn’t stop thrusting in my hand. The water ran down my body, gushing over the sensitive peaks of my hard nipples. They hurt so good that I rubbed a hand across my chest. And then that felt so much better I couldn’t stop.
Something was going to happen. I could feel it. My limbs tensed in anticipation.
A door opened. “Are you finished, little one?”
Hunter’s voice was warm and caring again. The “little one” sent me over the edge. I cried out as white gooey stuff spurted from my cock onto the shower floor.
“Cosmo.”
I raised my head, my chest heaving hard as I stared at Hunter, who watched me with the strangest expression on his face. He didn’t look at me the way he had all the other times. His eyes roamed over my naked body, taking in every inch of me, and his cheeks had turned red.
“Dry off.” His voice was hoarse. “And put some clothes on. We need to get you back to the room.”