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“You will be awake, barely, but you will be too lethargic to defend yourself. It’ll be a haze, almost a dream. Like that time I brought you back to my bed after leaving you in the basement for the day.”
I bite down on my lower lip when he kisses my jaw, his tongue darting to my skin. A sigh leaves me and my shoulders drop.
“Open your mouth, little sunflower. And let me make you feel good.”
I forbid myself to think any further about this, and I open my mouth.
He pulls away, only enough to watch me. “That’s it. Show me your pretty tongue.”
I hesitantly extend my tongue, blinking up at him.
“My beautiful wife, offering herself to me.” He puts the pills on my tongue. “We’ll start with these. You’ll like it, Kay. If you want more, I’ll give you another one. But only if I feel it’s safe. Alright?”
I nod.
“Good girl. Now swallow for me.”
I close my mouth, and his palm comes to cover it. My throat is suddenly feeling tight as I dry-swallow the pills. He drags his palm from my lips to my chin, then to my throat, following the pills as they go. All the way to my chest.
And then his evil smirk appears. It spreads and spreads until he looks like the devil himself.
“Would you like to be my little slut for the night, sunflower? I’ve missed you.”
I drag in a sharp breath. I’ve never been scared of death, but just like anyone else, I know danger when I see it. I know a flame will burn; a knife will cut. I know lethal beings when they stand right in front of me.
But when did I start wanting to touch the fire and let it consume me? When did I start needing the feeling of a blade against my skin? When exactly did I realize it is a necessity to give myself to Nate and let him destroy me in the most beautiful, enthralling way possible?
“Yes,” I rasp. “I want to.”
Something resonates low in his chest, and he keeps watching me over the next few minutes. He tells me delicate orders, like “undress for your husband.” and “spread your gorgeous legs for me. Show me what belongs to me.”
I do. I get naked and open my legs to show him my pussy.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Pressing two fingers to my clit, I circle gently. I bring them to my entrance and drag wetness back up, making a mess of my nub. He encourages me to keep going, tells me I’m beautiful, irresistible.
“Carry on,” he says. “Until you can’t anymore.”
I’m panting, bucking my hips and pressing harder. I don’t understand what he means for a while. But slowly, it gets harder to control my hand.
As my muscles become heavier, I’m struggling to hold my head up, so I let it fall against the sofa. My hand slips, and I can’t get myself to lift my arm again.
“Nate,” I mumble, my chest rising and falling to a steady rhythm.
“Yes, little sunflower?”
“I…” My vision blurs, and I blink. “It’s str—strange.” Words are harder to push out now.
“How? Describe it to me.”
“It’s h-hard to talk,” I slur. It’s such a complicated task to articulate.
I startle when I feel his hands on my thighs. Or I think I do, but I didn’t really move at all.
“What else?” I feel him move, sense his voice below my head, like he’s kneeling before me, but when I try to lift my head up, my muscles refuse to obey.
I blink slowly, the ceiling my only sight.
