But today would be different.
Maybe I could hurry the process along.
Now that I knew I could Awaken without hurting myself, and that Faylinn was safe, all I wanted was to be done. I wanted to be out of here.
I wanted to live.
I forced my mind to disassociate from the pain that was wreaking havoc on my body, to think back to the last time that I found pleasure in another’s body. To focus on that above all else.
My mind skipped over the jumble of memories associated with sex—some from the times here on the table, some during my brief year in the army, but I kept circling back to Red. My first . . . everything.
The first time we were together was bumbling and awkward, just two teenagers trying to figure out what felt good and which parts went where. But as we got older, it got better. Red became more confident, I knew what spots made her feel good, where to press, and how deep to thrust to get her to moan and tighten around me.
I groaned involuntarily at the thought of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around me, my dick pulsing on my leg and hardening at the memories. I vaguely realized that the knives were no longer insistently pressing against my skin, and I hazarded a peek through my tightly shut eyes.
Sure enough, my cock was hard, resting against my belly, and the man who was assigned to my torture today was gesturing at one of the women, indicating they should come to my table.
I caught a brief glimpse of flame-red hair, and my eyes shot open fully, swearing that it was a trick of the light or of my mind conjuring what I imagined.
The woman was just out of sight, moving from the line of prostitutes to my table, and I couldn’t see her with my head fastened tight.
Red?
My mind had to have conjured her, playing tricks on me as I rifled through my memories of her. There was no way she was here, no way Iwantedher here.
My stomach sank with a lead weight as silky soft skin delicately caressed my thighs before I felt brief pressure as she hoisted herself up on the table.
Please, don’t let it be her.
I kept my eyes squeezed shut, praying over and over again that Red was not here, that she was the Madame somewhere else and not stuck in this hellhole. The scent of sweat and roses flooded my nose as the girl situated her pussy over my hardened cock. She grasped it in one tiny fist before notching my head at her entrance and slamming her hips down. I was too large and her cunt too tight for her to take me fully in the first thrust, but she quickly bobbed until my cock was fully seated in her pussy, my hips resting against hers.
Instantly my eyes flew open—this scent was too sweet and the feeling of her cunt wrapped around me was all wrong.
Her pale blue eyes met mine as she flashed a thin smile through equally thin lips.
It’s not Red.
The air gushed from my lungs as my body relaxed into the pleasure of a tight, wet cunt wrapped around my dick.
I was certain that when this was all over, I would feel incredibly remorseful for this one moment of relief because, surely, using this unnamed woman to get off so I could Awaken was just as bad as Red being trapped down here.
The girl’s hands landed on my abdomen, her fingernails inadvertently digging into the slices that ran haphazardly along my torso, before she began rocking her hips, adjusting to my size.
“Fuck him, whore. You’re not here for you, you’re here to do a job. So do it,” one of the men in black robes spat.
I ground my teeth at his tone, but said nothing.
The girl sighed almost inaudibly before rising up on her knees and pushing her pelvis back down again. As soon as herclit brushed the skin above my erection, she pushed her hips up again, rising until just the tip of my cock was lodged inside her pussy before pressing all the way back down again.
It was a wonder she was even wet enough to fuck me.
She continued in the same manner for some time, and I watched, unable to move, as her breasts swung in my face. I wanted to reach out and grab one, twist her nipple between my fingers as I rocked my hips into hers, but I couldn’t move.
It was a different type of torture, watching a woman get me off without being able to stimulate in return.
The woman’s pussy began to dry, and it became difficult for my dick to move freely, the lack of lubrication causing my erection to inadvertently deflate.
Fuck.
