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Waving the syringe in front of my face, he asked. “What do you say, Angel?”
I lifted my head to look at him in confusion. He stared back at me with patience, quirking his eyebrow. Finally, the words came to my tongue, leaving a bitter taste behind.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Good girl. It wasn’t so hard, was it?” he chuckled.
The idea of kicking him came to my mind, but what could I do after that? He was stronger than me. Before I could reach the door he would catch me like the first time I tried. Then what would happen to me? I didn’t want to lose the opportunity of some water and something to diminish my hunger.
So, I stayed put, moaned with the sweet sensation of the drug as he pushed the syringe through my vein. I had never tried drugs before, but I could see the fascination and the reason of addiction. It was making me feel like I was at the highest of the clouds. There was no pain, no stress, no tears, and no guilt when that liquid got into my system. Everything was brighter, more vivid, more colorful like the world was in high definition. My senses were alert, my body was at attention for every sensation.
I tried to focus back on him, the guy in front of me. He was coming toward me with a wet sponge in his hand. He was so handsome.
Who was this guy?
I couldn’t recognize him.
I was sure that I knew him, but my mind couldn’t focus on the details. I was just a gliding bubble over clouds.
He was handsome, damn! He was so sexy.
And he was touching me. An attractive smile was playing on his lips, like he was laughing at
a secret joke I didn’t know about.
His smile made me smile, too.
He started to clean me by my ankles, slowly going up without breaking eye-contact. His eyes were full of mischief. I gasped as he continued his path on my thigh. The soft caress of sponge turned into something ticklish, tingling, I felt it between my legs.
I sighed in relief and disappointment when the sponge left my body, but it only turned back to start from the beginning with my left leg. He cleaned my legs carefully. I felt his knuckle caressing my calves and my thighs, but he didn’t do more than that. I didn’t know I was holding my breath until the moment he put the sponge back into the washbowl.
He brought back the sponge after rinsing it, worked on my upper body this time. The brush of the soft material on my shoulders was like a massage, easing the tension on them. He leaned into me, his breath tickled my flesh. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he came closer to my breasts. While he were cleaning my breasts he stayed away from my nipples, but they were pebbled already. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing in my pussy. The sensation was buzzing in my body.
I took a sharp breath when his knuckle touched my nipple. His chuckle brought my attention to his face. He put the sponge back into the washbowl before bringing his hands back to my breasts. Holding my breath I waited what he would do to me. A part of me was confused, but another part of me was dying for him to touch me.
His nail grazed my areola, circling it. I groaned when he twirled my nipple between his fingers. Closing my eyes I thumped my head back to the chair with pleasure. His every move, every graze of his nail on my skin were creating throbbing between my legs. I felt slick inside my thighs.
I still didn’t know who this guy was, but he was like a virtuoso, playing my body like an instrument for pleasure, and I wanted more, so much more.
The sensation only increased as he cleaned my navel. When he took a break I thought he was done, but he continued to sit on the floor.
He grabbed my knees, putting some pressure on them, enough to make me spread them apart on the chair. I gasped when air touched my sensitive flesh, making me aware of how wet I was. His smile turned into a smirk.
Damn, he was so attractive!
He licked his lips as he looked at me unabashedly before lifting his eyes to meet mine. The sponge was in his hand again and my breaths became shallower, faster. The throbbing became more and more obvious. He wiped inside of my thigh, slowly, seductively. His knuckles were caressing my folds each time he came close to my pussy.
By the time he was done I was panting, a sheen of sweat was covering my skin. Only then, he let the sponge touch me. My legs tensed with the first flick of the soft material, I was already built up with sexual tension and a loud and long moan broke free from my throat.
He was closer to me, his heat was bringing my body closer to the edge as he continued to touch me with the sponge he was using. I couldn’t help but thrust my hips into his hand, rocking back and forth to get closer to him, creating more friction.
His breath came out faster, he was affected like I was. But I couldn’t focus on him more, all I could think of was the pleasure I was chasing. I was so close. Nirvana was so close to me.
Then, he stopped.
I groaned in protest, but he just smirked. Keeping me in his sight he turned the bed to other side so the clean side was ready for me to lay down, but I didn’t feel grateful. All I felt was the lust, scorching, consuming, throbbing in my veins.
My heart beat faster when he came toward me again. I was watching his every move like a shark or a woman on a diet looking at the best dessert in display. No matter what I looked like, I wanted a piece of him. The passion and hunger for pleasure in my body made me delirious.
