“Drive!”

Trevor ordered his driver as he pushed Micca inside his car. He swallowed hard and locked the door, his breathing becoming more ragged, and his face flushed.

“Where to, Master?” The driver asked.

“The hospital.” He responded calmly, then rested his back on the couch and closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm his urges, but it seemed he wouldn't be in control for long because someone’s naughty hand was already reaching to caress him.

“Sit down!” Trevor snapped ...