I fell asleep with minor hunger pangs, but that was the least of my worries. Where was the second man? Without knowing if he was here or not was the biggest problem of my making it out alive.
FIVE
The problem with your captor being hot as fuck meant he did not entirely disgust me. Especially when he hadn’t physically harmed me, except after I’d harmed him. And even that had been tamer than the things he could have done.
Hating him was a different story, which my traitorous mind ignored when it betrayed me in dreams. It wasn’t my former boss bending me over the desk, but my captor bending me over the bed. It wasn’t hard for my brain to conjure his hand around my throat as he fucked me because I’d felt his hand in exactly that spot, squeezing enough not to cause pain. It was much like my boss had done. Breath played he’d called it.
I was nearing the edge of bliss when a voice broke through my dreams and roused me.
“Do you need help with that?” That voice was one I would never forget.
I stilled with my hand between my legs. What the hell was wrong with me? Of all the dreams to have while captive, mine was a sex dream of him…
“Stop,” he commanded.
I’d already done that.
“Where I’m from, bad girls aren’t rewarded. Lie flat on your back, put your hands above your head, and spread your legs.”
Fear paralyzed me for a second. Doing what he asked and not doing it were both terrible ideas. I had to choose the lesser of the evils. He had control of me. It was better to comply and hope than find out what his punishment would be for not obeying.
I moved, neither quickly nor slowly.
“Good girl,” he praised while I held my breath. “Your swollen little clit looks ready to explode.”
My heart pounded in my chest as he bent over me. I wanted to curl up in a protective ball but resisted the temptation.
Then cool air blew over my sensitive nub and I squirmed.
“Don’t move,” he demanded.
I tried to make my body as rigid as he asked. But he blew again, and who knew how that would heighten the need to come? My legs shook.
“I’m sorry,” I begged. “I can’t stop it.” His brow quirked, and I quickly added, “My king.”
A slow smile played over his lips. “You learn quickly. That’s good. Do you want to come, little bird?”
He blew again, and I thought I would die. I nodded furiously.
“Do you want me to rub my thumb over your clit and help you get where you need to go?”
That shouldn’t be erotic, but it was. His face and voice were sexy. I hated him and I wanted him all the same.
“Yes, my king.”
“Go ahead, touch yourself.”
We were beyond any awkwardness. I was too far gone for shyness. I reached between my legs, and it took little to finish the job. My back bowed as ecstasy exploded.
When I flattened against the mattress and worked to catch my breath, he said, “See how easy it can be if you follow the rules,” and stepped back.
I tested the waters. “Can I have my clothes?”
“No.”
I wanted to ask why, but decided against that. “Can I have a sheet or a blanket?”
“Are you cold?”
A lie was not advisable. He was in the room and knew the temperature. “No… my king.”
“You have to earn privileges. And so far, you used your one just now.” Just when I thought he would leave, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Yes… my king.” Calling him that didn’t come easy.
“Good girl. Clean yourself up and I’ll bring you something.”
I sat up and shifted my legs over the side of the bed into a sitting position. I had to fight myself from using my hands to cover myself. The urge was very real and made little sense. The man had seen me naked and getting myself off. But when I stood, I didn’t look him in the eye. I ambled to the bathroom. The chain tinkled against the ground, reminding me just how fucked my situation was.
Yet, he hadn’t violated me physically. I was emotionally wrung out, but he hadn’t raped me yet, or worse, let someone else do it.
There wasn’t a towel anywhere in the room. I was forced to use toilet paper to do what I needed. Then I washed my hands with the motel-sized soap.
Back in the room, I sat and thought about why there were no sheets, no clothes, no towels, no mirror. Did he think I’d try to harm myself in some way? I’d seen and heard about people making nooses out of sheets. A mirror could be broken and used either as a weapon against my captor or even myself.
What had he said? He didn’t want me to hurt myself.