SLUT PUNISHMENT

IT TOOK ME A couple of seconds to finally bring myself back to earth because for a second there my mind just flew up to space and I almost lost it; same as my rational thinking and overall sanity.

Cyrus is in front of me. He's still naked, which isn't really a good sign because it means this is all real and I wasn't dreaming about everything earlier.

He makes me sit on the bed, and we just stay there without even exchanging words.

Cyrus explained to me the concept of the cameras earlier. What we're about to do here is going to be broadcasted live so everyone at the gathering could observe. Of course, that makes it worse because it only means Catalina and the others will be observing it too. And it's only now that I realize that this is what Chance and Luis meant when they said I'm only here to observe. Apparently I wasn't able to do that.

He then explained to me the red light. There's this light just on top of the door, and once that light turns red, it means the cameras are now turned on and everyone is watching us live. But when the light goes off, it means the 'bidding' is over.

It's said that the live broadcast only lasts for at least thirty minutes. The hours after that are for the satisfaction of the highest bidder. So that means I only have to keep stalling for thirty minutes so nothing serious happens to the two of us. But of course, that's a stupid plan. Because whatever I do, I have to make it seem real. It's not only for my safety but for Chance and the others too. If I get caught, they'll be caught with me.

"Just make it quick," Cyrus whispers, making me blink in surprise.

I gulp and realize that I was still inside this not so private bedroom with a naked Cyrus.

It's still too hard to fathom that rich people do this for mere entertainment. I thought I'm already fucked up, but these bitches came along and redefined it for me. It's still too unreal. How do they even sleep at night thinking they paid to watch something like this, or that they paid thousands to watch someone getting whipped twenty times? I'm starting to feel glad that I killed Santa.

"What's your name?" Cyrus suddenly asks me.

I'm almost tempted to tell him that my real name was Elliot Huxley, but I know he's asking about the other name.

"Hans Richards," I answer.

I thought Cyrus would laugh and make light of this dark situation, but he nods his head in understanding and gets himself ready. His seriousness only makes this worse in my part. He then turns around and points at a red cabinet at the corner of the room.

"There are items that you could use inside that cabinet. You may use whatever you want during the session." Cyrus explains to me.

I want to add something to what he just said, but then my eyes got distracted by the tattoo that I saw. It's neatly placed just inches below the nape of his neck. It isn't a large tattoo, but I could clearly see it from where I was sitting. It's a tattoo that combined all the symbols of the roles of a Delton. It's almost hypnotizing.

"Shall we begin?" Cyrus then asks, turning back to me before adding, "Master Hans?" He says with a low voice, and the hair on my skin automatically stands; not because of his low voice, but because of the way he addressed me.

I glance at the door. The light's already red. I didn't even notice it. I gulp and slowly stand from the bed. I try to act a lot more natural, but the cameras make me look timid. I'm too nervous.

Remember Elliot, you do anything wrong - or do anything that will blow your cover - you're not the only one who will get in big trouble. They'll find out you broke the rules of the bell, and they'll find out that you're the one who Cyrus ordered to kill president Boris. The siblings will be punished like this again, and chief Philip will never forgive you even if you get killed now.

I clench my fist and grit my teeth. There's no time to think. Just decide on what you have to do now.

"There's no backing out. Might as well enjoy it." I declare to myself before aggressively pulling Cyrus's arm and pushing him hard so he could fall on the bed. The action startles him, but I ignore his reaction as I walk towards the cabinet that he was referring to just moments ago.

I open the cabinet, and as I expected, there are lube, condoms, and different types of sex toys inside. I obviously don't know what the other items are for, so I take the lube and condom instead. Then I walk back to where Cyrus is and place the items on the bed.

Cyrus is just staring at me with his empty eyes, and I immediately look away from him.

I feel shy now just by looking at his body. I'm still wearing my clothes and even have my mask on, but I still feel shy. Or rather, I feel ashamed. Ashamed to be doing this to him again like how I acted back at his study room.

Who would have thought I'd do this the same night I took away the life of another billionaire?

"Are you ready?" I ask without looking at him.

"You should look at me first before you ask such a question." He tells me, and I gulp again and finally look down at Cyrus who looked like he's mentally telling me to just do what I have to do to get this over with.

I take a slow and deep breath and close my eyes shut, imagining that all the cameras inside the room just magically disappear with the thought of anyone even watching us.

Everything is dark.

Silent.

I concentrate harder. The image of president Boris lying dead on the floor flashes in front of me. Then the image of the picture frames came. Afterward, it was Cyrus's face. I was envisioning the lust on his face when I was rubbing myself on him earlier. I want to use that image. To implant that on my mind so I could do this task better. But then Cyrus vanishes, and a small light appears.

"Elliot." I suddenly hear someone whisper. I know the voice too well, and I know that it isn't an actual whisper at all but a memory instead. I clench on my fist harder, trying to block away from the possibility that an image of someone I have tried to forget would suddenly appear.

It took me at least half a minute before finally opening my eyes back.

I don't know how I looked, but Cyrus stares back at me with surprise. Like he's looking at a different person. Like he's looking at a monster that transformed right before his eyes.

"Let's begin," I say with confidence this time. And without any second thought, I go on top of Cyrus and start sucking on his neck like what he was doing to me earlier in the study room.

He doesn't try to push me away, but he was painfully silent. And I always hated the silent types. I always hated it when they're quiet. So I grab his cock and squeeze it so hard he's forced to let out a moan.

His moan alone made me shiver. It never crossed my mind that I'd be able to force such sound out of him. I move lower and kiss his chest, his stomach, and down to his abdomen. He has such a nice body. He said he exercises every morning so it would make sense that he's this ripped.

When I reach his lower area, I lick the tip of his cock a little, and the action immediately makes his body twitch. I smirk and look back at him, "You like that?" I ask, but Cyrus doesn't answer me.

"Looks like you didn't." I teasingly tell him, moving my face away from his cock so he could beg me to go back.

"You want me to beg for it don't you?" He asks; making me smirk by how quick and clever he was.

"You're gonna turn me off by saying that," I tell him, and Cyrus pulls me towards him and cockily says back, "I can easily fix that." And just like that, my crotch was facing Cyrus's face.

He's still lying in bed, but he sits up a little so he can reach my crotch. I'm kneeling in between his body so I open my legs wider to lower myself so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. I then unzip my pants. Cyrus takes the liberty to pull out my cock from my boxers. He eyes my thing for a second before looking back at me with a grin.

"This is surprising." He says, and I wasn't even able to comment anything about his statement because my cock was already inside his hot mouth before I could even utter a single word.

The inside of Cyrus's mouth is hot and soft. He doesn't give me teeth, which makes it feel even better on my part. I bite my lower lip just so I wouldn't shamelessly moan out loud. I don't want to force him on putting it all in so I grab hold of the headboard of the bed instead of his actual head.

He moves on his own without the need for me to push myself deeper. I couldn't tell if he's enjoying it, but he's sucking on me so good that I'm starting to get convinced that he is.

"T-That's it. Suck on it harder." I think to myself without saying the actual words out loud. As much as I enjoy the sensation, I still want to treat him with respect even through this. I want him to do what he wants to do without me commanding him. So without the need to listen to any of my requests, Cyrus licks on my cock, pulls out, and pushes himself back in just at the right speed and timing. He knew how I wanted it without me telling him anything.

He's damn good, and I sadly know why he's such an expert.

The thought of what he went through almost turned me off, but Cyrus grabs hold of my thighs and pulls my body closer to him. My cock almost touches his throat, and I thought Cyrus was going to gag.

I grip on the headboard of the bed so hard I thought I'd break it. I'm inches away from cumming, and just when I'm about to burst everything out, I immediately push Cyrus away from me, stopping anything that might come out of my cock if he continues.

"T-That's...enough," I said while panting. And I could almost hear the outrage from everyone who was watching us. There's no way in hell that I'd bust my nut inside his mouth. That's the last thing that I want to do to someone who has already been called an item by his aunt.

"I like it slow. So bear with me. Okay?" I ask him, and the surprise on Cyrus's face when he heard what I said almost made him look like he was going to cry.

Have they always been rough on them?

"Wanna put the condom on me?" I ask, and the mere question makes Cyrus gulp. The way he's suddenly acting timid turns me on again. It's a different side of him that I never knew I'd see. He must have expected me to just shove my cock in and get all this over with.

"You don't want to?" I ask when I notice that Cyrus wasn't even moving.

Cyrus quickly sits up and grabs the condom on the side. He coolly opens it with his mouth before grabbing the cock that was just inside his mouth a couple of seconds ago.

He puts the condom on, and I open the lube and pour the cold liquid on me. I nod my head towards the bed, signaling Cyrus to lie back down. When he does, I position myself in between his thighs and place one of his legs on top of my shoulder before pouring some lube at his entrance.

Cyrus shivers, and I massage his hole before putting my index finger in.

Surprisingly enough, Cyrus was very tight. He still does the gentleman role so I'm guessing he never got fucked by anyone for a long time. I know this doesn't make it better, but I'm glad that I'm the one doing this now. Imagine if it's some old pervert? He'd just shove everything in without caring about how Cyrus would feel.

"Tell me if it hurts," I say as I push my finger deeper.

He's too tight. I think my bones will break. It really has been a long time since Cyrus has done this. And he acts like he doesn't care. Like he's used to all this. When in fact he's as tight as a virgin.

"I'm adding another finger in," I tell him, adding another finger inside to loosen him up.

I glance at Cyrus and witness him closing his eyes tight. I add more lube on his hole. I think it's starting to hurt him but he just wouldn't tell me. I push my fingers deeper until my knuckles stopped me. I try to massage his hole so he'll relax. Cyrus is too tense now, and it wasn't helping the situation at all.

The light is still red, so it means that I still have to continue. When Cyrus finally relaxes, I take a deep breath and put in my third finger. This time, Cyrus starts clenching on the sheets.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, genuinely concerned. But Cyrus still doesn't say anything.

"I won't continue if you don't answer me," I tell him. And Cyrus finally opens his eyes and looks at me, "G-good." The only word he could say, and it was enough for me to continue.

When the full length of my fingers got comfortable inside, I start pushing my fingers in deeper. The pacing was slow at first, but when Cyrus starts to loosen up, I thrust my fingers in faster. Cyrus starts moaning, and his moan made my cock twitch. It wants to be inside that hole so much now, but I have to wait. I need to know if Cyrus is willing for me to do it.

Though it doesn't take long for me to know his answer.

"Enough...with the fingers." Cyrus then tells me.

I look at his cock. It's already oozing precum. He's ready for it.

"Are you sure?" I ask first, and Cyrus unexpectedly looks away from me.

I thought he was just forcing himself to say it for my sake, but then his ear starts to turn red. I almost chuckled when I saw it. I can't believe that I'm witnessing the strongest man of the Delton family feeling flustered. As someone who almost got fucked by the same man, this feels like an achievement.

"Then let's do it," I say as I pull my fingers out and put his leg down from my shoulder so I could position my cock at his entrance.

It doesn't take long for me to slowly push myself inside. Cyrus tenses up again, but the more I push deeper inside him, the relaxer he becomes. The lube is also helping me slide in better, so I grit on my teeth and grab his waist before finally pushing all of me inside him. I thought Cyrus would scream, but he grabs a pillow and uses it to cover his face instead.

He's so tight. His insides hugged my cock that I thought I'd cum in an instant.

Cyrus gives out another low moan. I don't know if he's in pain, so I don't try to move just yet. Instead, I throw away the pillow that he's using to cover his face and lean close to him until my face is only inches away from him.

"Good?" I ask, repeating the word that he said to me earlier. It's obvious in his eyes that he's in pain, but Cyrus still manages to grin as he pulls my necktie and leans closer to my face so he could whisper in my ear, "I'll seriously get even with you. Just you wait Mr. Carter.

I chuckle and pull away from him. I know he's serious, but let me at least enjoy this once in a lifetime experience.

"I'll anticipate it," I answer back.

When it looks like Cyrus is already feeling better, I start moving my hips. It's slow. It's how I liked it. I always want to get a better feel of the inside. I want to savor everything while I'm in there.

"Fuck." I curse under my breath as I feel Cyrus tightening around me again. I grip on his hips and fasten my pace a little. When I couldn't even hold on any longer, I lean towards him and rest my head on his shoulder. His cock touches my stomach, so every time I move, I'll unintentionally rub against his cock.

I decide to thrust inside him faster now. I'm about to grab his hands so I could hold it, but Cyrus drapes his arms around my neck instead; hugging me close to him.

"So fucking good." I manage to say. Both of us are a moaning mess but I can't see the expression that Cyrus has on his face anymore. My eyes are both closed. I want to see what Cyrus looks like, but I couldn't move my head. I just rested on his shoulder while I continue to thrust myself inside him.

"Y-You never...listen." I breathe in his ear, but I clearly know that it isn't directed to Cyrus at all.

"You never listen to me. N-never." I continue to say.

I wanted to shut up, but the words continue to flow out of my mouth. It's almost like someone's forcing me to say it.

"I fucking miss you." I finish.

An image of someone that I have forgotten almost appears in front of me again. But then I felt someone touch my cheeks. I immediately open my eyes, and it was Cyrus's face that I saw instead.

The moment I look into Cyrus's eyes, I instantly start cumming. I lean forward and bite on Cyrus's shoulder as I did so. It must have hurt him, but he doesn't try to push me away. When I was done, I take a deep breath and look back at Cyrus. Cyrus uses the back of his index finger to wipe away the tears that I once again have not noticed.

"You're crying again." He tells me before looking at the right.

I turn my head to the right as well to see what Cyrus was looking at. It's only then did I realize that the red light is already turned off.

The bidding's finally over.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, quickly pulling out from Cyrus.

I stand from the bed and remove the condom that's now filled with my cum. I head to the cabinet and grab some wipes to clean myself up. I then head back to where Cyrus is to clean him up too, but Cyrus grabs my wrist and stops me.

"It's okay," he says to me

"I'm okay," he immediately adds.

I gulp and look away from him before apologizing to him again, "I'm sorry." I tell him for the second time without even having the guts to look back at him anymore.

Cyrus sighs and lets go of my wrist. I know that he knows why I'm apologizing, and it's not because I fucked him, or because I got us both into this mess. It's because I cried. Again.

"I'm so-" I'm suddenly cut off when Cyrus grabs my necktie and pulls me towards him. He intensely looks straight into my eyes, and without any warning, he presses his lips on mine, kissing me without even giving me the chance to realize that he's actually going to give me a kiss in the first place.

The action surprised me, and I didn't even have the time to react.

Thankfully Cyrus kept it short and sweet. It didn't involve any tongue. It wasn't a sloppy kiss. It was just as gentle as how we had sex earlier.

He pulls away from me, but he's still holding onto my necktie so my face is still a few inches away from him.

"I wasn't the one you were fucking. I saw it in your eyes. You were imagining someone else." He says, and I try my best to make it look like he was wrong, but it's so obvious that I couldn't even defend myself.

"But that's good because I wasn't me either. So let's just pretend...that we both fucked a stranger tonight." Cyrus tells me, and all I can do is nod my head as an answer.

Cyrus then touches my lower lip with his thumb. I thought he's going to say something else and pretend like he didn't just kiss me, but as he looks straight at my eyes, he proceeds, "But that kiss-"

My body stiffens a little, and I try to be unaffected by it as much as I can. But when I heard Cyrus's next words, I knew that no matter what I do, he would always be the one on top. Because between the two of us, he always knew how to calm my growing storm.

"Remember Mr. Detective, that kiss belongs to the real Cyrus Delton. And even billions of dollars...will not be enough to buy you that."