Psychological Control

Chapter 65

After talking with the bau team, I had nothing else to do when I got home, so I just shot a new video and uploaded it to my YouTube channel.It has not been updated for a month, but because the previous popularity has not subsided, the number of clicks has quickly increased.

Afterwards, the police station did not notify me to cooperate with the investigation. Fortunately, the pre-booked air ticket did not need to be rescheduled.After a few hours of flying, my plane landed at Miami Airport.The legs that have been suffocated for so long can finally be moved.

Because the survivor's bonus has not yet come down, and I have no money to buy a more comfortable seat, my two legs were inhumanely fixed in a small space for a long time.After getting off the plane, I first took a taxi to Mrs. Nan's home.Mrs. Dong Nan, the previous landlord, was also the old lady who recommended me to get a fake certificate.

She helped me a lot, not out of interest but out of friendship. Although I couldn't understand the reason why she would do this, I still intentionally maintained the relationship with her.In that case, it was only natural to greet her first after returning.

After chatting with Mrs. Nan all afternoon, drinking afternoon tea in her small garden, I finally said goodbye.Because next I'm going to find Dillon, who I promised to keep in touch with after the game.We had contacted by text message before, and because I wanted to visit Mrs. Nan first, I declined his offer to pick him up at the airport.He then sent over his address.

Still take a taxi, although the cost is higher, but this is the only way for me to move around with a suitcase of luggage.After reporting the address in the mobile phone to the driver, he watched the driver drive in the direction given on the navigation.Although I always remember the address Dillon gave me, that road doesn't seem to be a residential area.

After chatting with Mrs. Nan in the afternoon, it happened to be off-duty time. I sat in the car and stopped in the traffic jam. It took an hour to get to that road.I watched the driver park the car on the side of the road, and he pointed to the store across the road to signal that we were here.

...I remember correctly, this is a commercial street.And the house number on the opposite side of the street is the same as the address Dillon gave me. It's a gun shop!Under the weird gaze of the driver on my luggage, I bite the bullet and paid, dragging the suitcase and walking towards the front of the gun shop across the road.

After "Dingling Dangling" opened the door and walked in, the notification bell at the door of the store rang.But I saw that there was no one at the counter. I dragged my luggage and stood in the center of the store, looking left and right at the various guns hanging on the four walls of the store, as well as the various pistol ammunition in the glass cabinets in the counter.

Finally, after a while, footsteps came from the curtain behind the counter, and then a familiar face appeared.

Dillon, he was wearing clothes that were completely different from the military uniform among the survivors. The black sweater with a high collar showed off his muscular curves.Because there were no tools among the survivors, the beards that had grown up were also shaved off, and the temperament of the whole person became clean.

Even because of the clothes, it gave people a lazy and homely temperament, showing a sharp contrast with the cold guns around them.

He looked up and saw me. Although his expression didn't change, I could see the surprise in his eyes. "Brian? Why are you here? I thought you would tell me in advance."

"Did I bother you?" I responded with a smile, "I didn't even know you opened such a store. I said before that I wanted to live in your house. Could it be that you live in the store? "

"Upstairs at the back, come with me first." Dillon walked to me and helped me pull the suitcase, and led me behind the curtain like he just came out.His movements were natural, as if leaving the isolated environment of the survivors did not bring about any change in our relationship.

After opening the curtain, the first thing that comes into view is a utility room, which seems to be the place where the other party keeps various stocks on weekdays.On the right hand side is a staircase leading to the upper floor. It seems that Dillon usually lives upstairs.This is a duplex building with a building within a building.

After walking upstairs, what I saw directly was the kitchen, which seemed to be basically unused on weekdays, and the small living room.On the coffee table opposite the sofa in the living room was a half-eaten takeaway pizza. The sound on the TV was played very low, and the news program was going on in an orderly manner.

Then I found that he seemed to have only one bedroom, and watched Dillon push open the door and put my luggage at the foot of the bed.

"The other side is the bathroom." Dillon explained to me while pushing open the door of the bathroom. There is a direct shower room without a bathtub.It fits Dillon's character, and the shelf on the sink is nothing more than cups, toothbrushes and shaving supplies.

But it was Dillon's bed that caught my attention the most.Black sheets and pillowcases, a hard plank bed with a scrupulously tucked quilt at the end of the bed.After thinking about it, I walked over and sat down at the end of his bed, looking up at him.

"Where should I sleep?" With a wanton smile on the corner of my mouth, I said in a somewhat provocative tone: "Let me sleep with you, I can pay the rent with my body."

Hearing that Dillon really looked over with a complicated expression, he stared at me for a long time before saying in a deeper voice: "Have you always been so straightforward? Although the proposal is very tempting, you should know it, what I want It's not just that. I'll prepare you an air mattress, and if what you can give me isn't the last thing I want, it's just a simple stay."

The smile on the corner of my mouth froze unconsciously, and then I said in a bad tone: "It is very clear what you want, but what about what I want? This is not the army, Dillon. And you are not mine Boss, what a relationship requires is that both parties respect each other's needs, right?"

Seemingly surprised by my words, Dillon froze for a moment before hesitantly asked: "In that case, what do you... want?" He realized his performance all the time, and he really had the feeling that he regarded me as a subordinate soldier.So there was some embarrassment in his tone.

"Sex." I heard his answer, looked up at him, and said without hesitation: "Do it with me, Captain."

After saying a word, I noticed that Dillon's ears turned red.But because he felt that he was being tricked, he said with a little embarrassment: "Brian, how is this different from what I just said? You should know that what I want is not just...sex!"

"I know..." I didn't laugh, but responded seriously: "But what I want now is just sex. If you don't want to accommodate for a while, maybe you really won't be able to develop in the future I did. I thought I made it clear."

"..." Dillon looked down at me sitting on his bed from top to bottom, narrowing his eyes. "If you want to run away after using me, you should know the result. I can't let go of the prey in my hands."

"Then I don't mind giving it a try," I heard the subduedness in his threatening words on the surface.This feeling of pressing on the opponent's head made me extremely happy physically and mentally.So I laughed again, looked up at him and said, "Maybe in the end you make me so satisfied that I don't want to run away?"

While talking, I sat on the bed and leaned back, with my right elbow resting on the bed to support my upper body, and my left hand unbuttoned the collar of the shirt I was wearing today, exposing my collarbone that was more obvious because of this posture.Kicking off the shoes on my feet, I stared into his eyes, as if looking into the deepest part, with my lips slightly parted in a seductive gesture.

"I hope you don't regret it." Dillon was silent for a while, and finally said.I watched as he pulled the edge of his clothes with both hands, took them off and threw them on the bed.Although among the survivors, his naked upper body can be seen most of the time, but seeing it again in this scene still makes me feel a little lusty.

I pursed my lips and stretched out my tongue to lick my dry lips, then looked at his eyes darkened.Dillon stretched out his hand and half-hugged me directly, and half-kneeled on the bed standing on his knees, and the two of them fell to the depth of the bed.

"Your bed is really uncomfortable..." I said with a smile as I was pressed down by him and my head rested on his pillow. "Other than this, there is nothing dissatisfied. Why should I regret it?" As I spoke, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and hung my lower body on his body.

Dillon pulled off the squarely folded quilt at the end of the bed, grabbed my waist and lifted me up in the air, then stuffed the quilt under me for cushioning.The feeling that I can be easily mentioned by the other party should obviously be an act of being forced to raise my vigilance mentally, but I don't know why it gave me a dangerous but intoxicating desire.

Then I watched his face, bigger and bigger before my eyes, and the lips finally touched his mouth.It turned out that a person who looked so serious and meticulous had soft lips.I sighed softly, put my hands on his shoulders, and wrapped them around his neck.

...

"Hmm... ah..." I stretched all my muscles and shrank into the bed.Dillon's bed was still a bit hard, but he was so warm that I didn't want to get out of bed after the event was over.So the two of us hugged each other on the bed, watching the sky gradually darken outside the window.

Every minute and every second just now, every movement he made made me reluctant to close my eyes, even for a moment.Because of the sense of liberation he gave me, the unique sense of security around him suddenly overwhelmed the shadow left in my heart.I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next, do you want to go out to eat?" Dillon said in a hoarse voice, and his breath was right behind my ear.I shrank my neck and looked at his arm that I was resting on.

After thinking about it, I took a bite of him, smashed it contentedly and said, "Okay, let's get up."