“I’ve told you before, I’m a monster, but I’m not a fucking rapist. Think of this as a layer of consent.”
“Was it consent when you eyed my asshole?”
His stoic mannerism breaks for just a moment as a tinge of a smirk spreads across his lips.
“As I’ve said before, ass isn’t so much my thing, so I didn’t see that part of the inspection as sexual.”
“Well, I did! That part of me is private. It’s not like I was letting zombies toss my salad!”
He buries his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving from laughter.
This is good. If he sees me as a person, maybe he’ll treat me better.
“Let’s get on with it,” he finally says.
“Wait, one more thing…”
“What?” he says tersely.
“That whole claiming thing…um, remember you promised to give me an orgasm first.”
His lip sneers upward. “You still want that?”
“Why would that change?”
“I just kind of thought that once we met, and you hated me, that’d be the last thing on your mind.”
“Oh, I hate you, but I also realize how much you dislike the thought of putting any effort into my sexual satisfaction, which makes my desire for it that much greater.”
He cocks his head to the side looking at me with an odd expression.
I plant my foot on his shoulder.
“There’s your fucking coerced consent.”
He slides from the chair to his knees, and sets the flashlight on the floor, shining up at me. Then he brings his hand to my sex. I almost object, but then I remember that doing so would have me tossed out of this…shelter.
Everything feels hot…and strangely arousing.
Fuck, why is my body so confused?
“You did a great job shaving. I was afraid you would be defiant, and I’d have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Is it a kink of yours or something?” I say, my cheeks red.
“No, but it ensures you won’t have pubic lice and I’ll be able to spot lesions. I won’t make you shave it all the time.”
“Oh...” I hate that his explanation makes sense and isn’t a glaring indication that he’s a filthy perv.
He spreads my lower lips, and all at once, my body’s on fire.
“Fuck!”I scream, hating my body’s vulgar reaction. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
His head tilts from one side to the other, looking at me from every angle, squinting as his fingers part each individual fold.
“I-hate—you!”
My chest rises and falls in pants I try desperately to hide because the last thing I want is for him to discover just how fucking turned on I’m getting.