5. Shiro

5

Shiro

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding hard and furious inside my chest and my body trembling in terror. My breathing was heavy as I tensed, my mind racing.

Where am I?

Was I back at the institute and sleeping in the cold dorm, or was I on the street and sleeping it rough? But it felt warm and cozy, the air not freezing and the bed not hard and uncomfortable like either of those two places.

I stared up at what appeared to be the ceiling.

Ceiling.

That meant I was indoors, not outside and on the street.

I felt an arm—strong and powerful—tightening around me, and I froze.

Was I with a client? Had I been fucked up so vigorously that I had fainted again?

I felt my stomach knotting in dread and fear paralyzed me .

Would this one hit me, too? Whip me, bash me, and kick me because I wasn’t strong enough to handle his sexual appetite?

Fuck! I didn’t want to see who he was. I desperately wanted to get out of here.

I eased away from him, slowly as to not wake him up.

Waking clients up in the middle of the night would only irritate them and the result would always have me severely injured from the assaults.

I held my breath as I worked on removing his arm, which was tight around me. I was about to slip out and away when he shifted and wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me closer to him.

Fuck! Now he was resting his face on the top of my head, too, snuggling against my hair.

Shit! What do I do? What do I do?

I finally mustered the courage and shifted my gaze to look at his face. I stared at the man long and hard, and then everything came rushing back to me.

“Adam…” I said the man’s name softly under my breath.

I wasn’t with a client. I was with Adam, my savior.

I finally relaxed, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

Adam felt so very warm hugging me against him like a body pillow. He smelled nice, too. I shifted my gaze to look at him again, noting the defined line of his aquiline features against the shadow of the night. Tall, straight nose, firm lips, high cheekbones, and strong jawline, Adam was a hunk of a man. I had never seen or met a man like him before .

The officers at the institute were big and muscular, too, but they didn’t give the sort of aura Adam gave that firmly said, ‘I’m a man of my own and I don’t give a fuck about who or what you are.’ He screamed independence, power, and influence. Something that was a far cry from me—weak and insignificant. A pest. A being everyone stepped on.

I wanted to be like Adam, have the courage, the will, and the strength to help myself and those I care about and to go against those who wanted to hurt me or those I cared about.

I sighed. I wasn’t ever going to be anything like Adam; I knew this.

But why is Adam in bed with me though?

Then it dawned on me and my eyes widened. A lump formed in my throat, and I felt something inside me crushed.

Payment!

Of course, how foolish of me.

Adam was still a man, and I was still a beastkin. No one was going to be kind to me, taking me to their place and treating my injuries without some sort of compensation.

Deep down, I had thought Adam was different though. Then again, he did say he wasn’t the charitable type and told me to not assume him as one.

It was my naivety, jumping to conclusions that anyone who picked me up from the street and treated me nicely was an angel, even after all that I had been through. I never learned my lessons, did I? Was I that stupid? Fuck, it hurt when reality came to bite you in the butt.

Speaking of butt, had he taken me yet?

I reached my hands out and touched my body, noting that the pajamas were still on me, despite that the waistband of the pants kept falling because it was too large for me. I wasn’t stripped naked, and my butthole didn’t feel like it had been tampered with.

What should I do? Should I just go back to sleep and pretend like I hadn’t noticed Adam in bed with me? Or should I slip out and run away?

The latter option didn’t sit right with me, and it made me feel like a coward. Adam did help me and he fed me and…

I shifted in his arms, my body aching severely. Fuck, if my body was in this much pain with just this small movement, imagine Adam taking me in this state? Worse, if I ran away, which I very much doubted I could manage even that, and met Tony and his gang? They wouldn’t let me go; that was for sure. They’d assault me again and…

The thought of going through that hell again scared me into paralysis. I never wanted to experience that sort of shit again. Ever!

My only option for now was to stay with Adam. At least he hadn’t hit me or assaulted me, yet.

He wanted compensation, and I’d gladly give him that, but not now.

Now, in my current state, I wouldn’t be able to handle him. I wouldn’t be able to satisfy him. I knew a man like Adam; they had a big appetite for sex. They could go all out and all night fucking.

I had to appease Adam’s sexual appetite, I decided. Ease him a little so he wouldn’t be sexually frustrated and prey on me before I was ready.

I slowly eased out of his arms. Then sitting up, I moved away the duvet and my gaze came to rest on Adam’s form. He was stark naked.

So, he was expecting this sort of thing to happen between us.

Again, reality hurt.

But Adam was ripped, with toned muscles everywhere. He wasn’t like those bastards with forty to fifty percent of their body weight consisting of fat. Adam was… Beautiful.

The thought of touching Adam didn’t repulse me, which was news to me because I hated men touching me or me touching them. I liked Adam’s smell and his warmth, too, so that was a plus.

I rested my palm on his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles and warmness of his skin. I felt the slight beating of his heart, too, a regular rhythm like the sound of music.

I trailed my hand down his body, my fingers light as a feather caressing his skin, which was adorned with scars.

Scars. There were so many of them. Why did Adam have so many scars? Had he, too, been through a tough life?

Suddenly, I didn’t feel so disconnected from him after all. Despite how he appeared—successful and wealthy—the scars were sign enough, telling a tale of Adam’s difficult childhood, which was something I could relate to. Those marks, they were undoubtedly results from street fights and torture.

Torture.

Kuro, Aka, and I, too, had been tortured. No! To them—the institute—they called it discipline. And they made sure they did it in such a way that it didn’t leave any evidence behind. Our soft, smooth skin was one of the many selling points, after all.

I gently caressed one, a long line across Adam’s chest. Could it be a result from a whip?

Whip.

I felt my body shuddering involuntarily at the thought. I had been treated with a whip a few times by clients. The pain had been unbearable. More unbearable, though, was the fact that I had to endure it all night, with them switching between going all out at whipping me like I was the most disgusting thing in the world and them just chilling and drinking expensive wine while treating me like I was the most precious thing to them. Then the next morning the institute would arrive to pick me up and I’d be immediately treated to ensure I’d heal as quickly as possible, leaving no marks of torture left behind.

Once again, I felt my body shudder. At the slightest reminder, the past always seemed to come back to haunt me.

I took in a deep breath and shoved the thoughts of the past from my mind. It was better not to think about the past; it hurt. Thinking about it didn’t help. One couldn’t turn back time and change things. What had happened already happened.

Returning my attention to the present, to Adam, I continued stroking the man, trailing the tip of my fingers down his six-pack abs, liking the feel of it, and then his cock.

He was big, the organ resting between his muscular thighs. I gently wrapped my hand around it, finding I could barely completely circle it with my hand. Then I started to gently stroke and caress it, and within moments, it sprang up and came to life.

As I rubbed his penis, I leaned down and kissed his nipple, gently and softly. Then I licked and stroked it, my hot tongue pressing against his flesh. Then I sucked at it and toyed with it, the way I had been taught to, although I was never good at it. None of us were, Kuro, Aka, and I. We’d always get scolded for doing it wrong and for biting them because of our fangs.

I was careful with teasing Adam as I kissed his flesh so I didn’t accidentally bite him or have my small fangs cut into his skin. I didn’t want to hurt him or wake him up. I wanted him asleep, enjoying this like it was in his dream, satisfying his sexual inclination so he wouldn’t pay attention to me when he was awake.

As I kissed and teased his flesh, I played with his cock. The organ was becoming hotter and harder, bulging big and strong, just like the man himself.

I switched my attention to his other nipple as I increased the stroking of his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand.

“Mmm…” A deep groan came my way. It was a pl easant sound, of pleasure and satisfaction. That meant he was feeling good, whatever I was doing to him. Come morning, he’d feel refreshed and deeply satisfied.

After I had sucked and teased his other nipple until it was very aroused, budding out and glistening red, I moved down until my face was at Adam’s rock-hard cock, which was sticking out like a steel pole.

I leaned forward and kissed it, my hot breath on his skin.

He stirred and then groaned deeply again. I paused, tense, waiting, watching.

Please don’t wake up, I thought. Please…

He stirred again, and then he quieted down and his breathing was smooth once more.

I relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I opened my mouth and took in the tip of his cock.

I sucked at it and then licked it and then released it. Then I worked on licking Adam on the side while I toyed with his balls.

He growled, and I jolted, my heart racing. He was breathing deeply and then groaned hoarsely. When he relaxed again, I, too, relaxed and then continued with my seduction.

I sucked at him and then I took him, moving my head up and down, letting him feel the hotness of my mouth and throat. I felt him tense, and then he came inside my mouth.

He tasted, strangely enough, sweet, the likes of which I hadn’t tasted before.

His cock limp again, I moved back.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I eyed him, noting that he looked peaceful in his sleep, with, dare I say, a slight smile on his lips.

I smiled, too, relieved.

I moved back and lay on my side of the bed, feeling exhausted just for that little work.

I shut my eyes, and I was about to fall asleep when I felt Adam’s arm around me. He pulled me to him, and I tried not to make a sound as pain coursed through my body. Adam snuggled his face against my hair, then he stirred a bit and quietened down again.

I stayed stiff in his arms for a while, tense, and when I knew he wasn’t going to wake up, I finally managed to relax and close my eyes. Soon, I fell into a deep slumber.