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Within moments the unthinkable happens. Undiluted pleasure surges direct from my core. I’m coming. Again.
“Tony,” I gasp. “I’m close…”
His mouth covers mine. His tongue mimics his cock, spearing in and out. I suck on it, drawing it deeper. I can’t get enough of him, of this.
My second orgasm is even better than the first, if that was even possible. I hang on to him, burying my face in his shoulder as wave after wave of delight pulses through me.
He stiffens, gives a hoarse shout, then plunges deep and holds still.
My senses right themselves. I come down from the high, peeping up at him. His features are contorted in a grimace, his eyes closed, his nostrils flared. He relaxes, smiles down at me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls. “You okay?”
Beyond words, I can only nod. “Not bad,” I concede, after careful consideration. “Not bad at all.”
CHAPTER7
Ruth
The door slams.The electronic lock engages. I wince, waiting for the light to go off and plunge me into darkness.
It doesn’t. Long minutes pass, and harsh fluorescent light continues to flood the space. Maybe he forgot…
I shiver. Can’t he just hurry up with that blanket before I freeze to death?
I give it another few minutes, or what I think is a few minutes. I’m losing track of time. Eventually, I can stand it no longer. The cold, the silence, the bone-deep terror. I get to my feet and approach the solid steel door.
“Hey,” I yell. “Is anyone there?”
No answer.
I wait a few moments then try again. Louder. “Hey, I need to talk to you. Is anyone out there?” I hammer my fist on the door for good measure.
Still no response. I panic, spiralling fast. Have I been abandoned down here? Have they forgotten? Am I to be left here to die? Alone?
I beat my fists on the door and scream for help. “Let me out, let me out! You can’t just leave me here. Help. Someone, please help me…”
The cell is perhaps four by four metres but suddenly seems much smaller. Is it shrinking? Are the walls actually closing in, crushing me?
The rational part of my brain knows this isn’t happening, but fear is taking over. My imagination is running riot. I’m starting to hyperventilate. My heart is pounding, I can’t breathe.
I thump and kick the door until my hands hurt and my bare toes are numb, before finally admitting defeat and retreating to my bench to huddle in the corner. There, I bury my face in my hands and weep.
I never hear the door open, nor am I aware of footsteps crossing the cell. The first I know of his presence is when he drapes a thick blanket around me and lifts me in his arms.
“Ruth,” he murmurs. “Hey, look at me.”
I shake my head. “No. Enough. Leave me alone.”
He settles himself on the bench with me in his lap. “You don’t want to be alone, though. Do you? Isn’t that what all the shouting was about?”
“Y-you heard me?”
“I think the entire house heard you.”
“Why didn’t you come?”
“I did come. I’m here.”
