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They had to be. The water wasn’t as cold anymore, and it wasn’t that I’d acclimated.
I screwed my eyes shut tighter as whoever was behind me sped up, maybe chasing their release. I didn’t know why, but something told me it was Owner fucking me.
The sound of my shallow breaths hit my ears just right, because they matched the thud of every thrust.
A shudder rolled through me, the water getting warmer and warmer. I sank into the rhythm that held my attention, and I found a strange calm within it. The darkness and the silence weren’t all bad. I knew Daddy and Master were with me. They had control.
I let out a long breath, feeling my heartbeat slow down a bit.
It’s okay.
Daddy and Master will catch me.
A free fall was what it was. I felt like I was falling in a black void, and I tumbled through thin films of pain, pleasure, confusion, anger, relief, and desperation. Faster and faster, each layer blending together, building the pressure inside me. Except, no, it wasn’t pressure at all. Whatever sensations I was being pushed through, they lifted tension instead. Fuck my life, I couldn’t make heads or tails of anything, and maybe that was the point. I’d experienced conflicting feelings before, the concrete ones like hot and cold at the same time, pain and pleasure, clarity and confusion—but this one was new. Feeling relieved of a burden, of pressure, at the same time as I experienced the buildup of a crescendo.
What the fuck was happening to me?
My brain couldn’t take it, so I just cried harder. I wept like a baby and mentally curled in on myself.
Time lost its meaning, and I barely registered when one was done and the other took over. Harder thrusts and a bit more pain, but that was all. The action happened in my head. I’d had no idea something as insignificant as a bodysuit could fuck with my head like this. It was turning me into a pitiful little mess, and I could only think of one cure. Locking myself in with my Owners, spending all day on the couch watching movies, lots of cuddle sex, and hearing their voices. I needed them to talk, to prove we were in the same room together, and to include me.
I missed their voices so much.
Maybe we could have blueberry crumble later and talk about stuff.
I winced when Owner or Daddy fucked me harder. Brutally hard. But none of the usual sensations were there. Like feeling his fingers digging into my hips. The fabric was a barrier. Maybe only a few millimeters thick in reality, but at least two feet mentally. No sound of skin slapping on skin. No groans or moans. No dirty talk. No kissing or choking.
What was life without kissing and choking?
The shudders kept rolling through me, each one taking the edge off for a second or two.
Wait. Is it over?
Movements slowed down. A low, rushing sound invaded my ears, but I still picked up a heavy breath here and there.
“Ow!” I whimpered as he pulled out from me. Daddy? Owner? One of them. Oh God, I was so sore.
I was nowhere near horny, but I knew I would be once aftercare started, ’cause they’d pushed at my mind-set so much that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted to plaster myself to them and never let go. I really wanted crumble and cuddle fucks. I wanted to serve too. I needed it. Make them smile and call me good boy. Make Owner sigh with pleasure when I rubbed his feet. Make Daddy kiss me silly and call me adorable when I couldn’t let him go.
I hoped we could—
“Gah!” Noa choked out. “Please, Daddy, no!”
A breath gusted out of me, its warmth sticking to the fabric.
“No, no, no, nooo!” He started crying loudly. “No! Please!”
More than that, I heard the rustling of restraints. He could no longer be still.
It was comforting. Sound was back.
I was suddenly yanked off the bench, and I was immediately hit by wooziness, so someone steadied me. A wash of quiet murmurs followed, though I couldn’t decipher the words over the showers.
I shivered. Being away from the warm water swiftly lowered the temperature in the suit.
“Owner?” I sniffled.
Freaking fuck, my butt hurt!
