The taxi ride back to my dorm was a blur. The city lights streaked past like color and motion, but my mind was stuck in a static image of Maya's face.
She was asleep when I left, a soft, trusting smile on her lips. She had no idea the person she thought was her perfect boyfriend was a fraud, a shell of a man whose mind was consumed by her father. The lie felt so heavy, it was a physical weight on my chest. I couldn't breathe.
I paid the driver and stepped out, the cool night air hitting me like a slap. My dorm was a ten-minute walk away, a safe haven of normalcy, but I couldn't go there. I couldn't go back to my life, not yet. Not with this poison still thrumming in my veins. I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I typed the address I already knew by heart. The Petrov Tower.
I found myself standing across the street. It was sleek and it stood out from the other buildings on the block like a king among his subjects. A doorman in a crisp uniform stood by the entrance, his posture straight and his gaze unwavering. This was a place for a certain kind of person, and I was not it.
I stood there like a ghost in the shadows, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. What was I doing? I was a boy in his early twenties, a college student, and a son.
What could I possibly gain from standing here, in the dead of night, like a creep? I told myself I would just get one glimpse. One single, fleeting look. Then I would go home and try to forget.
It was almost 2 a.m. when I saw it. A sleek black town car pulled up to the curb, and the doorman immediately sprang to attention, opening the back door. My breath hitched in my throat. It was him. David Petrov. He looked tired, his shoulders a little slumped, but even in the dim light, he radiated a powerful, almost terrifying authority. He said a few words to the doorman, who nodded respectfully. Then he turned, and for a split second, his eyes met mine.
The recognition was a jolt of pure electricity, a shock that rooted me to the spot. His face was unreadable for just a moment, a flicker of something I couldn't understand. It wasn't anger or disgust. It was... curiosity. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, a subtle but unmistakable acknowledgment. The silence between us stretched, an unspoken knowledge. Then, he gave the slightest, almost imperceptible nod of his head, as if we were equals, and disappeared into his fortress.
The almost imperceptible nod was all the invitation I needed. It was a sign, a silent command from a king to his subject. The doorman, a stern man with the posture of a sentinel, opened the glass door for David and then turned his cold gaze on me. I expected to be turned away, to be told I was in the wrong place. But he had seen David's nod.
His face remained impassive as he held the door open and gestured me inside with a flick of his gloved hand. The world of bright lights and city noise fell away, replaced by the hushed, cavernous silence of a marble lobby.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like an imposter, a fraud, walking on hallowed ground. The elevator doors slid open with a whisper, revealing a private car with a single button: PH. David was already inside, his back to me, the scent of his cologne filling the small space.
I stepped in, and the doors closed, sealing us in a suffocating silence. He didn't turn around. He didn't speak. He just stared at the doors. The tension was so thick I could almost taste it.
When the doors opened, it was to a different world entirely. The penthouse was a masterpiece of design, all clean lines and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city below. The apartment was empty, and sterile, and it felt like a mirror of the man who lived in it. There was no life here, just a beautiful, empty shell.
Maya has never been one to always be around, so I'm sure he feels lonely most times.
David finally turned. "You're Leo Hayes," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. It wasn't a question. "My daughter's boyfriend."
"Yes, sir," I whispered, the formality feeling out of place and absurd in the intimacy of the moment.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, and the question was laced with an edge of steel.
"I... I had to see you," I stammered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
" Young Man, I don't understand what you mean by that" I looked at him, my heart telling me to confess and just face the consequences
"I know this is crazy, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. After the gala, after our handshake, after seeing you..." My voice trailed off, the admission hanging in the air like a confession.
David's eyes immediately turned dark, it bore into me. A muscle in his jaw twitched, the only sign of his internal struggle. He was a man who had built his life on control, and I was a boy who had just shattered his perfect world with a single, brazen act of honesty.
I know I am not the only one feeling this sudden attraction, I know he feels it, probably fantasies about it, I've seen the way he looks at me, he has that same look I have in my eyes
A ghost of a smile, almost a grimace, crossed his lips. "You're the one who's been following me," he said. Again, not a question.
My face flushed with shame, I thought I was subtle. I wanted to deny it, but there was no point. He knew. "I'm sorry. I just... I couldn't help it."
He took a step closer, his eyes a mix of fear and a dangerous, thrilling curiosity. "You came here knowing the risk. You came here knowing who I am."
"I know," I breathed, my own voice a desperate plea.
He closed the distance between us, and the air crackled with a silent current. He reached out a hand, not to push me away, but to cup my face. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, and the touch, so warm and gentle, sent a tremor through me.
It was in that moment that I realized his facade of control was as fragile as mine.
The air around us grew heavy, charged with unspoken desire. He didn't say another word, and neither did I. He leaned in, and his lips, so commanding and firm in conversation, were soft against mine. The kiss was slow at first, a silent question. Then, as I responded with a desperate, hungry fervor, it deepened, and all the shame and guilt that had suffocated me for weeks seemed to dissolve into the kiss.
I could taste the alcohol he had consumed but it was drowned immediately with desire.He breaks the kiss, gasping for air. His eyes are wide, bewildered, his chest heaving.
I do not know what this is. I have never been with a man. I don't think I'm gay. But I have to have him. He dragged me to the couch, I don't have time to think before his voice cuts in
"Leo, you need to leave," he said, his voice raw with lust and something I can't lay my hands on
"I am not in my right mind. Walk away now, before... before whatever this is gets out of control. Maya is my daughter. I have never been with a man. I don't know what this is, but I need to get it out of my system."
He just stares at me, his eyes full of confusion and a quiet longing I do not understand.
But then, I move. I fall to my knees, my hands moving to the button of his jeans. My thoughts scatter into a thousand pieces as I unzip him, my hands on his cock. I leaned forward, my lips pressing against the tip, then I took all of him in my throat.
His body reacts instinctively, a groan escaping his lips. I am on fire. His hips buck, pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth. I am a man, but at this moment, I am nothing but a human driven by a new, violent lust.
He grabs my hair, pushing me faster and harder. "Yes, fuck," he growls.
"Faster. Suck it like you mean it." I can't stop. I am a different man. I am a beast. He cums on my face, pulling out at the last second. I am panting, my knees trembling.
I am still on my knees, with his cum and my own drool on my face, David looks down on me with wide, dazed eyes. And I find it so attractive. I don't know why.
He grabs his own cum from my face with his fingers, rubbing it on my lips. He push his finger into my mouth, making me suck on it, my moans now loud and uncontrolled.
My eyes roll back in my head. He grabs me by the arm, pulls me up, and kisses me, devouring my mouth once more. He ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed.
There is no time for me to think, before he bends me over, not giving me time to prepare, and enters me fast and hard, my own cries of pain and pleasure echoing in the room.
His other hand works my cock hard and fast. "Beg for it. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock inside you, my cum inside you." My moans grow louder and more uncontrolled,
He doesn't slow down, drilling into me and spreading my ass cheeks as his dick disappears into my tight hole.
" Fuck David please let me cum" my desperate plea makes him move faster,
" Oh… fuck" I've never felt this way before even when I fuck girls or Maya, this is different
I cum hard, and he pumps his own cum into me, my body finally collapsing. But we do not stop there.