I'm Yours: A YokRay Story

Chapter 10: Relinquishing Control 🔞

Yok POV:

I was surprised when Ray called me to say I shouldn't come over. I had no idea what was going on with him, but I'd stupidly suggested he come over to my place because I couldn't think of anywhere else to meet.

I had just gotten out the shower when he called so I hurriedly pulled a pair of shorts on after he hung up, deciding to skip the underwear and ran around cleaning up my room. It wasn't dirty or anything, but I'd done a few sketches of Ray and I didn't want him to see them.

If Ray found out about my obsession for him I'd truly be a goner. It was one thing to be secretly obsessed, but it was another thing entirely for the object of your obsession to find out. Knowing Ray, he'd never let me live it down or he'd probably push me away and stop having sex with me.

I shoved my sketchbook into my bag and threw a sheet over the canvas that had a rough sketch of Ray on it. I quickly collected my pencils and paintbrushes, putting them back in their jars on my desk.

I went out to check if my mother was home, wracking my brain on what I'd do about her and Ray meeting. I wasn't exactly keen on my mother meeting my fuck buddy who I may or may not be developing feelings for.

She'd run into one or two of my past lovers before, but they were different to Ray. I didn't have an explanation for Ray and that worried me a little. I couldn't possibly tell my mother that we liked to fuck each other so roughly that it hurt. Ray wasn't the occasional one night stand and he wasn't my partner either so it was best if he and my mother never met.

I found my mother in the kitchen washing her coffee cup. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to smile at me. She signed that she was heading to work and would be back in the early hours of the morning.

I once again told her she shouldn't be taking the night shifts, but she insisted she preferred it because it was more relaxed and she made a little extra money. I reluctantly gave her a kiss on the cheek and saw her off to work - grateful Ray and her wouldn't be crossing paths anytime soon.

Ray arrived a few minutes after she left and he was thankfully sober. He seemed a bit off though, almost too calm and happy. Something must've happened and now he was pretending to be okay.

He curiously looked around my house as I shut the door behind him.

"My mother just went to work so you don't have to worry about her," I informed him as I stepped around him and started walking to my room.

Ray followed me silently, probably too stunned by my life in poverty to say anything. That was one of the biggest reasons why we could never work out, we were just too different and I'd never be able to give him the luxuries he was accustomed to.

Ray closed my room door behind him and watched me as I flopped onto my bed and flicked my hair out of my eyes. I'd let my hair grow a little bit in the break between first and second year, too lazy to get a haircut.

"Your hair's grown," Ray said quietly as he walked towards my bed and began emptying his pockets.

"Yours hasn't," I replied casually as I watched him drop condoms and lube and those silky strips of material onto my bed. "Are we tying you up today?" I asked curiously.

Ray just shrugged. "It's not like you'll let me tie you up, but it's always nice to try my luck."

He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over my chair. I noticed a red scratch on his arm and it looked fresh. Before I could say anything, Ray was on my bed and kissing me desperately.

The kiss was full of restrained feelings and lust - like Ray was using me to forget whatever demons were currently plaguing him. I quickly stripped him, tying him up before he could protest too much.