I was a little disappointed, but hey, I at least get to talk to him and stuff. Sylar took my wrist in his hand and guided the rest of the whipped cre...m strawberry to his mouth. He ate what was left and plucked the stem out of my hand and it disappeared. His hands laid on my waist as he lowered his mouth down on to my neck, and kissed me lightly to make me tremble in his grasp. He then turned me around to face him. His rough hands took hold my soft ones and laid them on his face. I then. I pretty much just said no." "So he got mad at you for saying no?" Nah, he just laughed and said that I'd better be ready by morning. Ireally hated getting my haircut and the barber he always brought me towas a little creepy, so I tried asking my mom if I really had to go.That kinda made him mad, but nothing like when she took my side and saidmaybe I was old enough to have more say in how I look." What your mom said makes sense. You're plenty old enough to say how youwant your hair to look." I. My head was throbbing, my face felt stiff. Someone must have worked over my body with a sledgehammer, even my hair hurt."About bloody time you woke up you lazy bastard." Someone said in a thick Scottish accent.As I turned my head, my vision cleared. Mac was sitting beside me in a chair. I was in a bed, but it sure as hell wasn't in my tiny contractor cabin. I was in a massive bed; the room was huge with paintings on the wall. I even saw a grand piano reflected in the large sliding glass patio. You smirk and then with a straight face you tell me:'If we were anywhere else, I would slap your pretty face hard for that,' pointing to the wet patch I made on your jeans. 'And I would treat you really bad.' We both stand up and you pull your jeans and shorts down to your feet and sitting back on the chair you hint:'But you can do something for me.' I lower myself onto my knees and I continue the work you distracted me from. Your cock is even harder than before. Like if that was possible. I.