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“That worked.” Cassius’s cock at the cleft of my butt my back felt semi-hard already. His skin slipped over mine.
Oh yes, I had mountains of come on my back.
Gradually I became more aware of that, and of sticky hair, of how my thighs were equally filthy, and that my face was sticking to the sheet, with patented, get-you-pregnant come glue. My eyes opened wider. I needed to address that last thing soon, as in ASAP.
“I need another bath,” I said, griping.
“Was that a bratty, backhanded remark?” Cassius laughed over my shoulder.
“It was, but we’re going swimming now. I suppose you can shower, miss, along with us. Then put on the summer dress that I left on the quilt. No panties, no swimsuit.”
Getting used to showering with two men who desired me was not yet old, I soon realized. Having them soap me up and grab me wherever they wanted to, it warranted a ten out of ten. All tourist hotels should provide this shower-and-bed service.
Only…when was I ever going to visit another tourist trap? Never, the doctor would tell me.
I must think about that room full of knives, later. Much later. Cassius might be wrong, somehow. A knife was a knife, but those jars of floating lumps? Normal or not?
And how did I remind a sadistic doctor that he’d forgotten about sex causing pregnancy? With care, was how. I should choose my time wisely.
While drying myself, I spotted the hickeys running down my front then caught sight of my ass in a long wall mirror. I was red and bruised, in nasty stripes with dashes of purple, all across my butt.
When I twisted and poked at my ass, in awe at the colors, and unable to resist, the doctor groaned.
“I wasn’t going to touch her at the beach, but that…”
“I did well,” Cassius observed. “Technically a very nice caning.”
Tongue poking time? God no, it was too early in the day to be a brat.
The ease with which these men talked to each other about handling me was at odds with them being strangers before this. If they weren’t lying to me, one or both of them was exceptionally good at pretending. Cassius didn’t strike me as being that smart or that able to control himself.
Could a dumb guy get a job in security?
Ugh. I still wasn’t sure which way was up.
Were they playing me?
“What safeword did you choose?” the doctor asked me.
Wrongfooted, I gaped and thought fast. “Ummm.” All kinds of silly or long words trundled by.Wombat. Albatross. Abracadabra. “Distress?”
“Okay.” He cocked his head. “Not red?”
“No.”
“You’re wise to not choose red. That color only makes me go harder.” His grin was scary.
Sadists could be such bastards.
I wanted to see what he would say when pressed. I might not be a sadist, but determination was imprinted on my bones. Later, I’d ask again, and see if he would say more about those lost girls, not because Cassius wanted me to, because if there was something bad happening here, I was going to find out who, where, and why.
11
CASSIUS
CASSIUS: I’m allowed to stay on the island whenever the doc is here. Okay?
I stared at the phone screen. My query had been simple, but his reply was slow. He should still be there. I had almost tucked the cellphone away and headed back to the bedroom when he answered.
