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I move lower to her nipples, lightly circling around each one before going back and forth between them. The rise and fall of her chest increases. I want to slam into her until she screams my name and comes around my cock. I want to tell her what a good girl she is as she takes all of me. She's not ready for that yet. For now, I'll settle for these small touches. My hand cups her breast, squeezing until she hums in approval. The way her body reacts to me is beyond my expectations. I roll her peaks between my fingers, and her hips raise slightly. Her lips part, but no sound escapes.
I didn't plan for her to allow me to touch her like this in her sleep. I slip just under the top of her panties and run my hand along the edge, waiting to see whether or not she will wake up. Her hips continue to lift subconsciously, a silent invitation that I am happy to accept.
I slide my hand up and down her entrance, and she moans again, spreading her legs for me to have better access. Gradually, I push a finger into her warm pussy before gently moving in and out. She's so wet for me already. I pull out of her after a few minutes and lick her wetness from my finger. I was right. She tastes absolutely amazing.
A small whimper leaves her lips at the loss of my touch. I'll give you whatever you want, wanderer. My other hand comes down to caress the side of her face and she leans into the touch. I trace my thumb along her bottom lip again, smirking to myself when her eyes finally peek open.
"Open," I tell her. She parts her lips obediently for me, and my thumb slides right in. The feel of her wet mouth has me wanting her on her knees. "Suck." Those luscious lips close around my thumb. "Good girl."
Focusing back on her soaking pussy, I gather her moisture and bring it up to her clit before pressing down on it. She moans louder, her hands fisting the sheets next to her. I rub small circles, watching her writhe under my control, her eyes never leaving me the entire time.
Little by little, I glide my fingers back down to her entrance and shove two deep inside her. She whines and arches her back off the bed. My other hand leaves her mouth, and I use it to focus on her clit while I pump two fingers in and out of her, the sound of her wetness filling the air. Her breathing quickens, and I feel her walls tighten around me. I know she's close, so I curve the tips of my fingers inside her, hitting that perfect spot. She lets out a scream as her pussy clenches and spasms around my fingers. "That's a good fucking girl," I tell her.
After adjusting my cock, I bring my fingers back up to my lips and suck them clean. I want her to know what she does to me. "You come apart so beautifully, wanderer," I murmur, and she closes her eyes for the briefest moment, like those words were exactly what she needed to hear from me.
She looks down at my bulge, and I know she wants to return the favor. I'm tempted, but this isn't about me tonight. Tonight was to help her feel safe with me.
"Not tonight," I tell her, and she simply nods.
The blanket is still bunched down past her knees, so I pull it up, walk over to the table we have set up for her, and sit in the chair so I can watch her for a bit. "Go to sleep, Callie. You've been so good for us the last few days that we’re going to reward you. I'll come back to take you up to our pool for a bit tomorrow if that’s something you think you'd like."
"Ye- Yes, I would love that. Thank you," she stutters. Her voice was barely a whisper. It's the first words she has spoken to me since I've come down here, and I want to hear more.
"I’ll be back to get you tomorrow then. Rest up, beautiful." She closes her eyes and does just what she is told, like the good girl I know she wants to be for me.
Chapter 12
Callie
What the hell got into me last night? I just let him do whatever he wanted to me and lay there, not saying a word. I'm not that girl, but being here and not knowing who they are or what they want has me so confused. Part of me thinks the right move is to be pliant, while the other part says to stop being such a weak bitch, show them you're strong, and don't blindly accept things from them.
I find it strange how comfortable I feel around him, the one that visits my room at night. He seems gentle. I'm not naive enough to believe he's a saint. He's one of the reasons I'm locked in this damn room. It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of his features, but the way he looked down at me when I woke up to him touching me made me feel protected. Thinking about his hands running over my body has me biting my lip and wishing he would come back.
I've always craved a dominating touch from someone. Julian was gentle with me. He got me off sometimes but never fully gave me what I needed in the bedroom.
This is all a prime example of exactly how messed up my mind is right now. I'm comparing sex with my fiancé, ex-fiancé, fuck I don't even know whathe is at this point, to a stranger who kidnapped me. Way to go, Callie, you're one bad bitch. A random man touches you, and you melt like butter. I really need to get myself together if I’m going to find a way out of here.
He told me he's taking me to a pool today. I didn't say no because seeing something besides the same white walls is something I desperately crave. All morning I've been sitting at this stupid fucking table, about to lose my mind from boredom. I can't say for certain how long I’ve been down here. My guess would put me at a few days, but there's no concept of time without windows, and I'm not sure how long I was passed out when they first brought me here. The drug could have had me unconscious for a few hours or a few days, depending on how my body handled it or if they kept injecting me.
Meals have all been brought at random times. One day, they brought a ton of food all at once, and another time, I waited a long time in between each meal drop. Before last night, there was no interaction with them outside of the little slot under the mirror opening and closing.
I learned to tell the difference between who brought the supplies based on how they smelled. The one who likes to watch me sleep smells like irises. One of them smells like leather, and another smells like vetiver. I’ve noticed three distinct smells so far. There may be more who haven't been put on delivery duty, but right now, I know there are at least three of them.
In the time I've been here, I've read six books from the stack on the floor and made good use of the notebook. The crayonshave been a bitch to try and use to journal with, but I wanted to write down everything that I could remember since the day at the falls. I realize there is a 99% chance there's at least one camera in here, and they can see everything I write, but I don't care. The reminders are for me to keep my mind sharp. I still don’t know what they want with me. If they found out the connection between me and my father, I might actually be fucked, and not in a good way. My father would lay the world at their feet to get me back.
A strange scraping sound emits from the other side of the room, and I look over to see the door has opened. A man with bright blue eyes is staring at me. I get a whiff of a familiar scent: iris. This is my nighttime visitor. Seeing him in the light for the first time causes my stomach to flutter.
He's tall with strong arms that have tattoos covering the length of one of them. His hair is a dusty blonde cut short on the sides but longer on the top with a length that has it sweeping over to the side in the most casual way. My eyes trail down his body glancing at the tattoos down his arms and landing on his hands in his pockets.
Memories of what those hands did to me last night flash in my mind. Immediately, I shoot my eyes back up to his, and he grins like he knows exactly what I was thinking. Are you fucking kidding me? Even his smile is gorgeous. He reaches out a hand in my direction, wanting me to take it, and I look at him with caution.
“If you're done eye fucking me, we can get you out of this room for a bit. Unless you prefer to stay here and find another way to occupy our time, I am more than willing to oblige." Cheesing from ear to ear, he wiggles his eyebrows at that last comment.
I shake my head and walk over, placing my hand in his to placate him. He interlocks our fingers and leads me to my first glimpse of sunlight since being taken. It's weird holding hands with him. Warmth spreads through my entire body, but it’s also chilling at the same time. I'm pulled to him in a way I don't understand.
We walked through a small room outside my cell with a few chairs. Glancing back at the other side of the mirror, my suspicions are confirmed: two-way glass. These creepy fuckers were down here watching me. We go through another doorway that leads to a set of stairs and climb up to some kind of storage room. I look around, but nothing really stands out.
As we emerge, my free hand comes up to cover my eyes. The brightness from the sun is blinding. When my eyes adjust, I take in my surroundings. The room is your typical pool house. Full windows run the entire length with views of the pool and a house behind it. Some furniture is scattered through the space, and a full-length bar is next to the doorway we walked out of. The man who brought me up here has taken a seat in one of the chairs and is watching me closely.
