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stiff and swollen that it looked as if the sensitive skin might split. The first rays of light had started to filter through the gap in the curtains, highlighting just how long I’d kept him from coming. He gave a full body shudder as I wrapped my fingers around him again, starting the slow slide of my palm along the length of his sensitive shaft. This time I didn’t stop, holding him flat on the bed with my other hand when the pleasure became too much, my hand a blur as I pushed him over the edge, Elijah almost screaming as I finally let him come. I kept stroking him, his cock emitting never-ending pulses of cum. I would think he had no more to give and then he’d squeeze out a few more drops.

Finally, he lay back, drenched in sweat as he gasped for air. I stilled my

hand, waiting a pause before I started stroking again. Alarm dawned on his face as he realized my intent, his body twisting in an attempt to dislodge my hand from his cock, but of course there was no escaping it, not when I had him trussed up like a turkey. His gaze met mine in an impassioned plea, torment written all over his face. I shook my head. “One more.”

He begged, he pleaded, and then in the end, he gave in, his body given

little choice as I pushed him relentlessly toward another orgasm. This time he did scream, and only when he’d come a second time, and was lying there wrecked and sated, did I relinquish my grip on him. He was covered in cum and sweat, my only regret was that it was all his, my neglected cock throbbing insistently. That time would come, though, and probably much sooner than he thought.

Elijah lay still and silent as I unlocked the handcuffs and untied the

bindings from his ankles. Retrieving the sheet from the ground, I flicked it over him, the fabric draping over his cum-covered torso. And then, without any more words passing between us, I left the room.

Elijah

I AWOKE with the distinct feeling that something wasn’t right, the unusually bright sunshine streaming in through the window only compounding it. My body was stiff and sore as I rolled onto my back, the events of the previous night coming back to me in a rush. Shai had been here. He’d come in when I was at my most vulnerable, pinning me to the bed and then tying me up. And then he’d… I swallowed. It was difficult to recall the previous night without a multitude of conflicting emotions assailing me.

I trailed a hand down my body, the dried cum from the two orgasms he’d wrought from me evidence that it hadn’t just been some sort of fucked-up dream, but that it had actually happened. I slid my hand lower, wrapping my fingers around my cock. It was sore, which was hardly surprising considering the number of occasions Shai had driven me to the brink of madness before he’d eventually let me come. Shame hit me as I remembered the way he’d made me beg. He’d even made me cry, his tongue mopping up my tears as if I’d provided him with the sweetest ambrosia known to man. And then he’d left without a word, the fact that he’d never even gotten his own cock out somehow making it ten times worse.

Closing my eyes, I tried to make sense of it. For the last few days, I’d been left to wander freely, Shai’s men acting as if I simply wasn’t there, or as if I was part of the furniture. Whether that was from Shai’s directive, or something they were used to doing, I had no idea. As for the man himself, he’d been largely absent. When I had caught sight of him, he’d barely looked my way, seeming consumed by whatever it was that he’d been doing. His lack of interest had left me confused. After my night with the mamba, he’d led me to believe that he was going to pursue me relentlessly and then it had all fizzled away to… nothing.

When it came to physical comforts, I’d wanted for nothing. I had a

room. I had clothes. Meals were brought to me by a mild-mannered man by the name of Gustav, who seemed completely out of place in a world such as this one.

The longer Shai had continued to ignore me, the stronger my resentment

had grown. Did he think I was a plaything that he could keep, but never pay the slightest bit of attention to? Well, after last night, I needed to be careful what I wished for.

Staring up at the ceiling, I tried to consider the events dispassionately.

He’d caught me by surprise. He’d tied me up, taking the ability to fight away from me. He hadn’t left me any choice in the matter, so I shouldn’t feel guilty about what had transpired. Except… he hadn’t forced me to get hard, had he? And as much as I tried to tell myself that I would have responded to any hand on my cock the exact same way, the whisper in my head deemed it to be a lie. If I’d found him disgusting or repulsive, then there would have been no way in hell I would have responded to him, and respond I had, in every single way, the whole thing an assault on my senses.

Even now, I could recall the way he’d stroked me expertly, my sore

cock attempting a twitch. Another memory slammed into me. He’d kissed me, and I’d done nothing to stop him. I’d been kissed by a man, and with my cock desperate for release, I’d accepted it, might even have liked it. I’d only ever had girlfriends in the past, no relationship lasting longer than a few months. Had I looked at men in that way? Not consciously, but there was something tickling in the back of my brain that made me think it was a possibility.

Rolling over, I buried my flaming cheeks in the pillow. Where did the

events of last night leave me? The pillow absorbed my humorless laugh, the answer staring me straight in the face. The same place I’d always been. Unable to leave unless I was prepared to face Shai’s particularly lethal brand of retribution, and not knowing whether I wanted Shai’s attention or not. Both seemed equally stinging to my pride. That’s if I still had any left after writhing around like a whore for Shai.

I lay like that for an hour, time doing nothing to make things clearer, and Gustav not appearing with breakfast. Had Shai instructed him not to feed me? If so, why? To lure me out of the room? Or as another way of playing games? I’d already been on the receiving end of him withholding water to get what he wanted. Therefore, I wouldn’t put it past him to use food to his advantage as well.

It was hunger that eventually drove me from the bed, the room’s en suite bathroom affording me the opportunity to rid myself of the flakes of dried cum that served as a reminder of how far I’d fallen. Although, as prisoners went, I was a very well-kept one with the run of the place. Shai had even ensured that the wardrobe had been filled with a range of clothes. You’re a pet. You may as well be one of his snakes.

I ignored the insidious voice as I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the T-shirt already feeling like it was suffocating me after only a few minutes. It hadn’t taken long to work out why Shai always strolled around the place half-naked, and it wasn’t to show off his muscular body and tattoo—not entirely anyway. It was because the place was always so damn hot, like the central heating had gotten stuck on inferno level and no one had bothered to fix it. While the men who served him managed to keep their shoes on, plenty of them were shirtless too, the majority a far less attractive sight than Shai. I was damned sure I wasn’t going to stroll out there bare-chested, though. I’d rather suffer the sweat patches and discomfort than have Shai’s gaze roaming over me in the same way it had the previous night when I’d been naked and helpless.

It was easy to take the few steps to the door. What wasn’t so easy was opening it and leaving the room. Shai probably wasn’t even here. And if he was, well, I needed to get a grip, needed to remind myself that he hadn’t actually hurt me, not physically anyway. Mentally was another thing entirely. I couldn’t skulk in the room all day, though. Besides, he’d already proved that the room’s safety was nothing more than an illusion. Curling my fingers around the door handle, I pulled the door open in one swift move before I could change my mind.

Jesus Christ! I immediately recoiled, my heart kicking up a storm at finding Shai’s mother standing directly outside the door. She was dressed in a long, pale blue nightgown, her hair loose around her shoulders. I hadn’t seen her since the day I’d regained consciousness, and had almost convinced myself that she lived elsewhere. She moved closer and I had to fight the urge to retreat back into the room and put the barrier of the door between us. She was just an old woman, the top of her head barely reaching the middle of my chest. Yet somehow, she managed to be intimidating in a very different way to her son. Perhaps it was the air of madness, which now that I was more cognizant, I could see emanating from her as clear as day. There was something about the look in her eye as she swept her gaze over me that set my teeth on edge.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Have you?” I was amazed that I managed to sound so normal. “Why?”

“Shai told me to stay out of your room.” Well, at least I had one thing to

thank him for. Shame he hadn’t given himself the same advice.