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I don't bother to fight. There’s no point. We both know I want this, but I thought he was going to fuck me with it.
“Please, Master, let me come.” It's the second time I've said these words today, and to two different men. It makes me feel like such a whore.
He begins to work the vibrator inside me, even as I desperately want it on my clit. I'm so wet and throbbing and needy right now. I've never been this aroused before. I've never been tormented this long and kept on the edge of pleasure like this.
He fucks me with it, dragging it in and out so slowly I want to scream: I can't come this way! Then he's on the outside again, teasing my opening, running the toy over my labia, barely grazing my clit.
I'm crying now. “Please...”
“The only way you're coming is if the vibrator is inside you. I don't care if it takes hours to get there. You will get there. It's the only way it's happening, so your body better figure it out.”
It's moving inside me again, slow, then fast, then slow again. This tease goes on forever. I'm trembling with my need. I want to beg him please please just touch my clit. Please I'll do anything. But I can't say those shameful words.
I wonder how long he'll do this before he gives up and punishes me for not being able to do what he wants me to do.
But then suddenly with no warning, I arch off the bed, my body bucking wildly against the vibrator as he fucks me harder with it. The pleasure builds from somewhere deep inside me and explodes in the most shattering orgasm I've ever had.
He turns the toy off. I lie there for a moment, shaking, unable to believe what just happened, unable to comprehend that the one thing I've wanted so desperately to experience I only somehow managed in captivity.
A moment later the tip presses at my lips.
“Clean it,” he orders.
My tongue darts out and licks my own juices off the toy.
“Good girl. I told you, you just needed to be taught how to come that way. You just needed patience. It will get easier each time. And then it will be my cock taking you there.”
He lies down next to me and strokes my face and the side of my neck for what feels like forever, and I hate myself just a little bit for wanting him to never stop.
5
When I’m returned to the cell, it's silent. No music. Seven is still unconscious. I was gone probably less than an hour, but I'm still worried because he hasn't woken yet. The cell door opens again, and I flinch, but our captor only leaves clean clothes for Seven. None for me, of course. I'm never getting clothes again, and he made it very clear to me before bringing me back that he doesn't want to see the towel on me anymore.
I go to the bathroom and take the first aid kit out of the cabinet. When I return, I put everything on the ground next to the mattress and sit down. I gently touch a part of his shoulder that isn't damaged and shake him.
“Master,” I say. Our captor was very clear about how I am to address my co-captive. It doesn't matter what Seven and I think about it, it isn't worth it to disobey. And after the darkly twisted pleasure I just received in the dungeon, the smallest part of me wants to follow these orders even beyond the terror of what might happen if I don't.
He groans and shifts.
I stroke the side of his face. “Just be still. I'm going to bandage you up.”
Seven becomes alert, his eyes flying open. “Did he hurt you?”
“N-no. Not like you. I'm okay.” I'm not really okay, but I'm not bleeding.
“Don't call me that,” he says. So he heard the first word I spoke to him.
“I have to. It's what he wants. Don't shame me for...”
He reaches out, his hand gripping mine, stopping me.
“I would never shame you, but I can't stand to see you demeaned like this.”
“I know.”
I gently extricate my hand from his and start cleaning the marks on his back. I have a complicated swirl of emotions surrounding Seven. In such a short period of time, I'm starting to feel things for him that I don't think I should, things I'm not sure are real. It's the trauma bonding of an extreme situation.
Not that I wouldn't be attracted if we'd met in a normal way. I would be. And I'm sure in time, I would come to know and understand his very appealing protective nature. But it feels like letting myself feel things for Seven is all a part of a complex game that I don't yet fully understand the rules for. And I'm afraid if I let myself care for him, it only gives me more to lose.
