Page 10 of Rough Exile


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Hands were on me.

Everything hurt.

Again? So soon?

Not that I knew how long it had been. How had I ever thought servicing only two men would be easier?

Slowly, carefully, the blanket was peeled away. Whoever was unwrapping me was making an effort to not wake me.

My mind drifted.

Cool air washed over my skin, but I’d been overheated this time. Someone had dressed me—or had I dressed myself? I couldn’t remember.

The drug still had me in its grip. My limbs felt leaden and foreign, and the dark dreamlike.

Was it dark, though? If I concentrated, was that light I could see through the bag, or was it my imagination?

Did he think I was asleep? Probably.

I felt a ghost of something. Breath? Fingertips?

Carefully, he unbuttoned my shirt until the fabric hung open, exposing the bikini beneath. More touching. Sensation glided along my skin, making me shiver, although I wasn’t sure I moved.

I kept waiting for him to say something, but the room was silent, other than the distant hum of a motor. It was like being stuck in sensory deprivation with the only input I received being from this person.

This was so different from the other times. It had to be someone else. Hell, it could be anyone. I had the impression we were on a ship, but they might have moved me several times. For all I knew, it could be a member of the crew.

I could almost feel the person’s gaze on my skin. My nipples were tight, and my body responded to the anticipation, even though I hated not being able to move and not having any choice.

It was probably Ilya. Bron wouldn’t have left me lying around where some strange man might climb on top of me, right? Or maybe this was Bron playing a different game?

My whimper of dread caught in my throat and died there.

Something soft touched my belly. Inwardly, I quivered. What was he doing? An exhalation puffed along my skin, skating across my navel. Soft lips, facial hair. He tasted me, his tongue barely grazing my skin. Gradually, he became bolder. His fingertips explored me, tickling without meaning to, his touch gentle, as though he was afraid to wake me.

Being explored like this felt more pervy than Bron simply stripping me down and fucking me. I tried not to let myself get turned on by what he was doing, but it had been so long since anyone had been so careful with me that my body couldn’t help but respond. My nipples tightened to painful peaks. The tension in my pussy grew and made me wish I could press my thighs together to ease my frustration.

He traced around my bathing suit as though he were enjoying the feel of my skin. Once, his finger strayed over the stiff peak of my fabric-covered nipple, and along with the twinge of heat, I felt my body lubricating itself, ready for more. I waited almost breathlessly for him to pull aside the small cups of my bikini top to expose my breasts, or to slide down my bottoms. Instead, his touch moved to my collarbone, to my neck, and to the swell of my breasts where they showed over the top of my swimsuit.

My breathing grew more halting. Could he tell from the movements of my chest or the flutter of the fabric of the bag over my face? Was I basically a faceless sex doll to him, or did he know who I was?

He slid a finger under the outer edge of my bikini top, exploring the curve of my breast. The finger quested, found my nipple. A short nail scraped the hard bud, and the jolt of pleasure spiked to my pussy, and made it pulse once. Liquid heat dripped from me.

Something softer touched me then, rubbing over my stomach close to where his mouth had explored. My entire body tensed, and even though I wasn’t able to move, my arousal was almost painful.

The man groaned, and hot liquid splashed across my bare skin, scalding, pooling in my navel. He said something I didn’t catch, his voice a low murmured growl that made my insides quiver. With quick, impersonal movements, he wiped me down with a soft cloth. His fingers strayed again to the mounds of my breasts, to my throat, his touch gentle before it disappeared, leaving me in a drugged, needy fog.

Dark dreamlessness beckoned, and although I fought, it sucked me under.

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