Soon, I came up with a plan.
I would take my dinner and place the tray on the table, in full view of the camera. I’d pretend to take the pills, but instead of swallowing them like a good little patient, I’d tuck them into the corner of my cheek. Then, when I settled down to color in the corner, I’d spit them out and hide them beneath the carpet, at least for a little while.
When I got up, I’d gather them into my fingers and race off to the bathroom, pretending to pee, but dropping the pills into the toilet instead. With a quick flush, they would disappear forever. It was a flawless plan. And it worked. The doctors overseeing my treatment had no idea.
Day after day I did this, until Markos finally returned to me.
But he didn’t touch me. Instead, he just watched me.
“Kassandra,” he purred.
“Yes, Master,” I answered, tasting the sound of my voice over the dryness of my tongue.
He was back. My relief was overwhelming.
“I’m so proud of what you’ve done. You were free of me, but still, you wanted me back. Your mind isn’t whole without me anymore, is it, my little warrior?”
I mewled in response. I wanted him to stop talking and just fuck me, but still, he didn’t touch me. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his distance from me. It irritated me, but I was careful not to show it. He was in control, not me and if I showed my displeasure, he would only punish me for it. He’d been gone so long, and I just wanted him to be happy with me. I reached for him and he slapped my hand away.
“You need to do something more for me, Kassandra,” he murmured.
“Whatever you want,” I whimpered. My clit pulsed painfully between my legs.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my command and I will tell you how you may escape from this asylum. I’ll set you free, my Warrior of Light,” he commanded, and my heart pulsed with hope.
“You’d free me from here?”
“I will, but you must give yourself over to me first. You must make your mind submit to my demands and then, I’ll help you get away from this wretched place,” he promised, his voice warm and seductive.
I hung onto every word.
I licked my lips, sucking in my lower lip nervously as I gazed back at him. His dark eyes bored into mine, the red flecks in his dark irises flickering like dancing flames. My inner walls fluttered with excitement and my body heated at the insinuation that he was going to watch me find my pleasure.
Slowly I leaned back, gripping the waistband of my stretchy white cotton pants.
“Push them down to mid-thigh. I want you to keep them on.”
I obeyed. With my pants around my legs, I could only keep them open so wide. I laid back, putting my head on the pillows and breathed deeply, filling my nose with his masculine, smoky scent. Hesitantly, I slid my fingers across my breasts and down the curves of my belly, drifting across the outline of my hipbone. Markos tensed beside me and I stopped. With a small smile, he laid his palm on my ankle. My body reacted violently with lust and my core tremble
d with desire.
“Go on. Touch yourself for me. Give me all of your desire,” he directed gently.
I did as he bid me. My fingers glided down my soft mound, deep into my folds. With a gasp, I realized I was already soaked. Just being in his presence excited me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My body lusted for him and now, my mind was beginning to want him too.
My fingertip glided over top of my clit and I shuddered with pleasure. My arousal made my skin slick and I dipped my digits between my folds, one by one, gathering my wetness. Holding his eyes with mine, I dragged liquid heat up and over my needy bud and circled it, slowly at first. The more I continued, the more desperate I became. I hadn’t been able to stoke my pleasure like this for days, maybe even weeks. He was here now though, and my body was reacting to his presence, hot, ready, and incredibly needy. Lust swirled through my veins, my heart hammering excitedly, and my blood was so warm that I felt feverish with heat.
“Tease yourself. Bring yourself to the edge and go no further until I give you permission to come for me.”
Pressing lightly with the flat of my fingers, I fueled my pleasure until my flesh felt like it was burning with it. Blazing desire raced through my veins and I trembled with it, forever caught in his power, but I couldn’t bring myself to hate it anymore.
I had at first, but now I wondered if I was made for this. If I was always meant to be his, just like he had said. Somehow, it felt right.
My thighs quivered, and I struggled to open them wider, but my pants still held me captive. I wanted to take them off, but he had told me not to. The thought flashed away into nothingness and I was let with only my desire to please him. He was usually the one to give me pleasure. This was the first time he’d allowed me to put my hands anywhere on my body and I was rejoicing under his authority he held over me.
I panted with it, my breath like fire in my throat.
I pressed down on my clit a little harder.