Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 244. Collar and Leash

Because the shower was not only a place to get wet and naked but also the safest room to talk in, it was clear that Henry not only wanted to get clean again.

After we entered, I pulled my shirt over my head, hearing Henry’s heartbeat accelerate. When I took off my pants, I could clearly hear it skipping a few beats.

Instead of starting to speak about what I wanted to talk about, I suddenly had the urge to remind him of sothing.

"I won’t let you fuck , ever." I said while turning around to him.

No matter what happened, I couldn’t lie down and get fucked, becoming a woman and changing my sex; I can’t do that, no matter how many visions showed otherwise.

Henry was already naked, looking breathtaking in all his glory, though I made a point not to look at his best part.

"I know." He looked at the floor with a nod, a chuckle playing on his lips before he turned on the water and t my gaze, extending his hand to .

I grabbed his wrist and let him pull under the water.

This ti, he didn’t even deny it anymore—that he wanted .

Maybe he caught on that I had a vision in the changing room, or he didn’t care anymore, knowing that I was lost too deep in our master-dog play to give a fuck about these details.

My hair got wet, and he bent down, placing his forehead against mine, placing his hand on my chest before tapping twice on the spot right above my heart.

I touched his muscular stomach, feeling him shudder, before letting my fingers slide up to his heart, tapping it twice.

Henry breathed out laboriously, the water streaming down our bodies and along the strands of his hair as he placed his forehead on my shoulder; apparently, he was trying to calm down.

His body was near but also stood a bit apart from mine, so I could neither see nor feel in which state he was, but I could feel the lust he emitted, or maybe it was my own.

I wanted to touch him, but I suppressed it.

I can’t just change my sexuality— not for him, not for , not for anyone.

Henry slid his head against my neck, nuzzling until his mouth was beside my ear.

"Kenny..."

My stomach sorsaulted at the need in his voice.

I closed my eyes and turned around to capture his lips, putting my hands behind my back and holding onto them with the last bit of reason while biting into his lower lip.

Henry’s hands grasped my hair, pulling to him, his tongue entering my mouth, so warm and so hungrily devouring whatever I was able to give him.

His body didn’t move an inch, his breath hitching when I answered by kissing him and continuing what I had started on my own.

I could hear every beat of his heartbeat so loud, so deafening, faster than mine was, faster than I had ever heard a heartbeat slam.

I could feel his fingers in my hair trembling.

So dumb. While my blood could apparently sharpen senses and make one stronger, he devoured it like an animal, yet let go of it without any problems.

But when kissing , besides the apparent hunger he tried to mask with all his might, he not only held tightly onto but also with his fingers pointed up—like one would hold a precious vessel containing sothing holy that was an honor to swallow— impossible to ever let go of.

You fucker should react like this with the fluid that would actually make you stronger, not with sothing as useless as my saliva.

I knew that my saliva had no superpower because if my blood could nurture not only others but also , then my saliva should be able to do the sa. And yeah, I constantly had my spit in my mouth—it’s nothing special.

I was out of breath, reminded of my vision of him commanding his partner to ’breathe’.

While I tried to detach myself from the feelings I experienced while kissing him, I still felt myself starting to get hard, his deep voice giving goosebumps.

The water raining down on us ford a little space where whatever happened was shielded from reality, so when the need to touch him beca unbearable, I grabbed his hands at the back of my head to shake them off while simultaneously stepping out from under the water.

I didn’t look at him and turned around.

I really wanted to touch myself, but instead, I leaned against the tiled wall, trying to catch my breath.

Really funny, not out of breath at all while running around or climbing so debris, but with this... as if all the air had been sucked out of .

I placed my forehead against the cold tiles, feeling my body cooling.

I even had the urge to cover my ears because Henry’s hoarse breathing was only riling up further, reminding of the bedroom scene.

A hand landed on my shoulder, as if he provided silent reassurance and companionship.

I cleared my throat, and after I had myself under control again, I told him, still with my back to him,

"What happened yesterday? I don’t rember much about the evening."

There was a pause before Henry answered.

"You had a headache. You don’t rember?"

Fuck... His voice when turned on was so full of sex... Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"A headache?" I asked unnaturally, not rembering that.

Henry coughed lightly.

"Yeah."

"Sothing is not right; we didn’t just get sick."

"Did they put sothing in our food?" His hand moved away from my shoulder, and I heard the anger lacing his voice as he stepped back.

"Maybe... But I think it has sothing to do with ... the power I acquired..." There was no other way; I had to tell him, and I had to hope he wouldn’t ask more than I gave him.

Don’t force to lie.

"The giant was my counterpart, and I got his power."

"I know."

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned around, finding Henry standing outside the water curtain, a towel around his hips, which he had grabbed at so point.

"Why?"

What else does he know?

What exactly does he know?

"Kenny?" Henry turned anxious, seeing reacting strangely.

I felt my stomach sinking as the paranoia crawled up my spine, gripping my neck and squeezing it, choking .

Are you playing with ?

Did you just guess, or do you know sothing I don’t want you to know?

Are you playing with my feelings to get revenge for my counterpart’s actions?

"KNEEL." I shouted as he wanted to take a step towards .

He instantly fell to his knees, the sound reverberating harshly inside the bathroom.

"What exactly do you know?" I stepped out of the shower, my voice turning cruel.

"That he was your counterpart."

"How did you know?" I stood right in front of him, grabbing his jaw while he looked up at without a hint of displeasure on his face.

"I saw his eyes; his eye color was red, like yours."

"When?"

"When I got Chelsea, at your order. He tried to grab us, but we could flee." There was no fear in his eyes as he answered; he didn’t avert his gaze, and there was no reproach for suddenly treating him like this.

Like a doll, I was pushing him according to my whims, first kissing him, then interrogating and degrading him.

Ah, so much to hate about myself, yet I constantly found new reasons.

"Okay." Breathing out a long sigh, I finally felt the paranoia’s grip lessen and slowly disappear.

Yet the lingering touch of fear, suspicion, and terror still forced to threaten him as I bent down to his ear.

"Don’t think you are the only one that fears being left behind. If you ever play with or dare to leave my sight, I will put a collar on you, forever chaining you to a leash. Do you fucking hear ?"