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“You are so fucking tight. How are you so fucking tight?”
I shrug. “No children?”
“Good point.”
I close my eyes and slowly start to move. I brace my hands against his chest. His hands come up and close over mine.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he says.
I open my eyes and hold his hazel gaze. This can't really be called fucking. It's making love. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's what it is. It's slow and sweet, but the angles are all wrong. It's too hard to do this in this tub. Seven realizes the same thing.
“Let's move to the shower,” he says.
“Okay.” I get up on shaking legs, and he helps me out of the tub. He pulls the plug and lets that water drain as he moves us into the huge shower. He doesn't turn the water on. He just pulls me into the enclosed glass space with him. Without a word, he bends me forward until my hands are resting flat on the ground.
I gasp when he enters me from behind. I've never done this in this position. The penetration is so deep that I feel this excited flip in my stomach with every thrust. I've secretly wanted his cock inside me again for so long that I don't need him to tease me or work me up. I'm already wet and ready for him.
The wait, the tightness, the angle, it's all too much for him, too. He drives into me with such ferocity it steals my breath. No sweet words of endearment are exchanged between us. We are no longer making love. We are fucking. Or he is fucking me. There is something animal and wild in this moment. His ability to resist this has frayed at the edges.Hehas frayed at the edges.
He lets out a harsh guttural sound when he comes, then he pulls out of me. I think I might cry. I know he didn't mean it this way, but I feel like he just used me for his own pleasure without anything for me—like he just masturbated inside my body. A part of me is turned on, but another part is pissed being left like this, so desperate and needing.
I know I'm technically way ahead on the orgasm count, but still.
He steps out of the shower, and I just stand there for several minutes, numb. How is it that what happened in the dungeon with that sick psychopath feels like less of a violation somehow than this? I just had a bath, but I feel like I need another one.
I'm about to turn on the water and bathe again when he says, “Come out here.”
I step out of the shower to find he's laid several large thick bath towels down on the tile floor. He motions for me and I join him.
“Lie down.”
I wonder if these short sharp orders are a result of hearing the wordMasteron my lips. It's as though this word flips a switch inside him, and suddenly he wants to possess me.
I lie down on my back. He settles between my legs and languidly caresses and licks me until I come, my legs shaking from the force of my pleasure. I now feel so stupid for doubting him, for thinking he would leave me unfulfilled and just use me. I let out a long contented sigh as he strokes my belly.
He gets up and comes back a few minutes later with a warm wet wash cloth which he uses to clean me from our mingling fluids slipping down my thighs. I am falling for this man, and I no longer care if it's real.
* * *
I feel strangelyself-conscious when we go back into the cell. Seven has jeans on again. He sits on his side of the cell beside the mattress, and I sit on mine. This draws an odd look from him.
“Don't you want to come lie down with me?” he asks. He looks almost hurt by this, as though I'm rejecting him.
I don't know why I went to my old spot. Before I can answer, sounds are coming out of the speaker. It's the sounds of him fucking me in the shower—that wild animal sound he made when he came. There’s silence for a moment, and then it's my recorded moans of pleasure filling the cell.
Then the voice speaks for the first time outside of meals in five days. “It's about time,” he says. “I thought you two would never fuck on your own. It was like watching pandas in captivity.”
I swallow hard, my gaze going to Seven's.
“Congratulations, pets,” our captor says. “You've unlocked the next level. I know he's been touching you at night. The cameras have a night vision setting, but you can't level up unless you fuck on your own. I'm so excited.”
I don't know why my subconscious mind has been romanticizing and sending me erotic dream imagery of our captor, but suddenly all the fear of him is back in a single moment.
There’s a light tinkling metallic sound on the floor under the food slot, and I see that a key has been dropped onto the ground.
“Pretty Toy,” our captor says, “chain him up.”
I look at Seven, my eyes wide. Somehow I'd thought he would have to feed us and give Seven the drugs before he could come in here. Somehow I'd been living in the false security that I was safe at all other times inside this cell. He can't come in here otherwise without being overpowered unless he brings a weapon, and I know Seven would rush him, even if he pointed a gun.
