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My heart is racing and my body flushes with heat. Something dark and delicious is swirling inside me. It toys with the idea of letting the veil drop, of letting Sean take me higher and letting go. To just feel good for a while would b—
The thought is cut off when I notice his breath on my inner thigh. A moment later his face is pressing against my lower lips and his tongue sweeps between them, licking me with one wet sweep. I shudder and call out to him. I always want to touch him when he does that. My hands don't want to stay on the wall.
There's a sharp sting on my left butt cheek. He flicked me with something. It felt like hard fabric—a piece of leather? "Hands on the wall, high above your head. Lean forward, baby."
I do as he says, and realize as I lean forward, my back curves and forces my ass out. He's there again, between my legs, kissing me in places that make it difficult to stand. His rhythmic licks steal my breath, and when he presses his tongue deep within me, I wish I had something to grip. I clutch the wall and try so hard not to move, but I want to grind against his face. I want to feel my body become one with his, tensing around him over and over again.
I gasp his name and his tongue changes rhythm, does something else that makes my eyes close and my breath hitch. He likes to watch, to see what he does to me.
I finally understand his draw to the tank.
Sean brings me close to the edge but doesn't push me over. He stands at my back again, trailing kisses across the rises and falls of my body. He finds another spot that makes me breathless. My knees tremble, and his leg juts out, catching me. I grind against his knee as he kisses my back. His hands move up toward my breasts, and he holds them, stroking my taut nipples gradually. He teases them into erotic twin peaks, pleasuring me in ways I have no words to describe
My head tips to the side as the rest of my thoughts fade away. He lifts his head and trails kisses back to that mind-numbing slut button on my neck. I don't care this time. I don't fight him for control. His hands roam over my body as his lips press against that pulse point. The lusty fog clouds my mind again, rolling in low and filling the space, obscuring everything else.
I let it overtake me. I stop fighting against the feelings Sean's trying to show me. I go limp in his arms as my last bit of logic leaves my body. I can't see, I only feel. The V at the top of my legs is hot, pulsing, begging for things he hasn't offered. My lips swell as I consider turning and falling to my knees, and taking him in my mouth, sucking him as his hard length passes over my lips again and again. I want to taste him, to feel that hot, sweet part of him fill my mouth and drip down my throat.
Before I can do any of that, he sweeps me up in his arms and walks me across the room. I hang my head back, dangling it from his arm, not caring where we're going as long as he's with me. The terror that box inspired tries to break through, but I'm too far gone to care.
He sets me down, pressing against me until I step back. Cold bracelets close around my wrists. They're thick, and I know where I am, but I can't picture how he put me in that cell. Another strap closes around my throat, and the last is a belt around my waist. Panic begins to seep back through and it’s as if Sean senses it. He presses his body to mine, and I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants me. He whispers in my ear, "Trust me, Avery. Let go, and stay there. Control your fear."
Then he's gone. Something cold presses against my breasts, belly, and thighs as I hear a latch click shut. I breathe in sharply, tensing as the sound of water follows. It comes from above, dripping over my face in a thin stream, while also flowing up from below, the warm water around my ankles rising evenly.
The air is stagnant, and I know the box is closed. The only air comes in from the top where I saw the holes earlier. I flex my hands, stretching my fingers as water trickles down my fingertips and splashes into the rising waters below.
It's my nightmare, the one where I drown. The water from above trickles over my mouth streaming from side to side, making it feel like there's not enough air as the box fills from below. The level is still rising, passing my knees and bypassing places pressed painfully against the transparent walls.
He's watching. Sean is sitting there observing me, waiting for me to scream, to beg him to save me. At least, I think he is, unless he's got something worse planned.
My pulse races as I thrash my head from side to side, trying to avoid the water rolling down my face in sheets. I gasp and pull at the restraints on my wrists. I don't want to remember the one around my neck. I don't want to think about how it feels like a hand crushing my throat even though it's not.
The water level passes my breasts and then swallows my body up to my shoulders. As it creeps up my neck, I try to go slack. I try to lose myself in the lusty thoughts that filled my mind before, but I can't. The blindfold is soaking wet, and I can see through the fabric. There's a dark outline of a man sitting before me, watching me. He's blurred, but all the same, I know he's there. Just like I can feel how close my face is to the glass, how my warm breath rolls back over me every time I exhale. The water creeps up my neck like a noose, rising, creeping closer to my lips. I need to scream, but I don't.
When the water licks my chin, I lose it. I pull against the neck restraint, but I can't move. He's not going to stop it. The water will keep rising. He's going to hold me underwater. A scream rips from within and pierces the room, echoing off the empty walls. Frantically, I pull trying to free myself, and only manage to make my throat hurt.
As the water rises higher, I tip my head back, but there's no room. It barely moves. The water line is at my lower lip threatening to spill into my lungs and drown me. Sean moves. He rises and walks toward the crate. The water stops rising, but the bindings suddenly tighten. My chin lowers and the water rises to my nose. I can't move. I can't scream.
My hands flail in vain, unable to escape. Panic widens my eyes as the water suddenly gushes over my head. My hair lifts and I hold my breath. I'm a mess of terror and lust, and my body no longer responds to me. It strains against the bindings, trying to save itself.
I still when I feel him slide against me, his warm body somehow in the tube with me, pressing firmly against my body. His hard length scrapes against my stomach until he lands his feet on the floor of the cube.
My lungs are burning so terribly I'm ready to suck in water when it quickly vanishes. I'm left tethered to cold hard plastic, unable to move anything except my feet.
When the water's gone, I try to cough and scream, but his lips are there, on mine. He shoves his knee between my legs, parting my thighs before taking me by my hips so that I'm straddling him. As his lips work my mouth, he pushes inside of me. He's hot and hard. He doesn't ask or wait. He doesn't do anything except fuck me hard.
I hate not being able to move and I still feel choked. I'm dripping, and so is he as he pushes into me over and over again. I'm furious and fearful, but what shocks me is the sensation building beneath the rage. I'm a wet doll, tied in place, but every time he pulls out, I want him back. My heels lock behind his back and I make a high-pitched protest.
I touch my hand to the wall, steadying myself as every part of me trembles with lust, wanting more. There's nothing else, only him and me. I push my hips against him, saying things I'd never admit I said, begging him to do things to me I had no idea I wanted.
He spreads his hands on either side of my head and rips off my blindfold with his teeth. "I want to watch you come."
His eyes reflect a tortured animal, one that never touches, never trusts. He's been hurt too many times, too deeply. He chains his prey up to keep her from giving affection. He doesn't want her that way.
Sean stills and begins to grind into me in a circular motion that makes me want more. "Don't stop," I beg, my voice breathless.
He doesn't. I close my eyes and let him finish me off, gyrating that huge cock deep inside me, pressing it harder and faster, penetrating every part of me until the tension building inside me releases. He stills, hangs his head back and feels me coming. The hard pulsing
doesn't stop right away, and before it can slow, he's fucking me again.
I don't have a chance to come off my high. I don't have a chance to collect my shattered pieces. Instead, he takes me higher, pumping into me as his lips find that spot on my neck. The world goes white. Whatever lusty fog crept in before isn't the same as this. I'm lost, completely gone. I don't fight the bindings. I like them. As he pushes into me deeper, pressing his shaft against my delicate nub of flesh as he slides slowly in and out, slowly, exquisitely, I feel like an animal. It's horrifying and freeing.
I beg him to take me in every way possible. I describe what I want him to do to me, and how desperately I want it. While I speak my breasts become tender, aching with need. I tell him to suck me there, to drag his teeth along my skin and nip me. I want more. I need him more than air, more than light. The darkness that was crushing me is gone, and I'm his alone. I want to be used and fucked until I can't stay awake. And then I want more.
Sean comes up for air, breathless, and dripping with water. "I knew you'd like a collar. Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want you, all of you. Now. Come inside of me, fill my mouth. Let me suck you."
He listens and then silences me with his mouth. He doesn't do what I want, which makes me beg more when he steps away. His body is glistening, and I want to touch him, dig my nails into his chest and pull down hard. I want to hear him scream my name and beg for more. He sees it in my eyes and grins at me.
"Cum slut."
The corners of my mouth twitch. "If you ever mention this, I'll deny it."
