Why?
Why?
Why?
I can keep echoing the word but I don’t have an answer. Nor do I have one for what happens next.
He leans down toward my ear. “Have you come since you arrived on the island?” he asks.
“No,” I reply, my voice a faint whisper.
“Good girl,” he says, standing back up. “Would you like to?”
As he asks the question, his hands move to my ass, applying some sort of cream to the still stinging portions of my skin. “Be honest with me,” he adds. “That’s all I will ever ask of you. I will trust you and reward you as long as you are honest with me in turn. Are you turned on, Anna?”
I want to deny it but I can’t. I say nothing, not sure what will come out if I open my mouth.
There’s a split in my future right here.
One way, I remain true to the person I want to be. I resist, and don’t get close to the man who kidnapped me, the monster who’s so different from the handsome boy I once knew.
The other way is an open door that leads into darkness. Dare I step through?
If I was thinking rationally I know which I’d pick but this is not a rational moment. My clit is throbbing with need, his hands are sliding over my ass, moving ever closer to my pussy. I can’t think of anything but this moment. We’re in a bubble together. The rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. There is nothing but this.
“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asks. “Are you going to be my good girl?”
“Yes,” I mutter, adding, “Sir,” without realizing I’m saying it.
“Good girl.”
His right hand slides down between my legs, teasing the soft folds down there. His left hand remains on my ass, stroking a line between the valley of my buttocks, delving deeper with each movement of his hand.
“Good girls get rewarded,” he says, his voice warmer. “You deserve this. You took your punishment well. You didn’t complain. You deserve this.”
He finds the entrance to me. I hold my breath as he slides a finger an inch into my wetness. At the same time his other hand finds my asshole and starts stroking over the top of it. “I want you to tell me when you’re about to come,” he says, pushing deeper inside me. “You are not to come without my permission. Do you understand?”
“I do.” The words are sharp, as ragged as my breathing. I don’t sound like myself anymore. I don’t know who I am, who’s taken over me. All I know is I want more than that finger inside me.
“Touch yourself for me,” he says. “Show me how you masturbate.”
The finger in me starts to rock back and forth. I want to refuse his command but my hand is already between my legs, stroking away the throbbing ache in my clit, bringing me relief and lust in equal measure. My head is on the desk, my hips pushed back toward him.
“Your medical records say you’re on the pill,” he says. “Is that right?”
I want to ask how he accessed my medical records but I don’t. I just answer. “It is.”
“Keep touching yourself. Get yourself close. Show me how good you are at this.”
I keep circling my clit as he thrusts his finger back and forth inside me, maintaining a constant rhythm. The other hand on my asshole is something I’ve never experienced, somehow making this whole thing darker and more intense. I’m frightened by how good it feels. I know I should stop this but it’s already gone too far.
It’s insane. I’m insane. I must be to have walked in expecting a conversation and now I’m doing this. I’m masturbating for his eyes, for his enjoyment, maybe even his amusement.
“You make me rock hard,” he says, moving his hands away from me. I feel his cock on my ass a moment later. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” His cock glides between the valley of my buttocks, his hand moving away. The cream he used makes it easier for him to slip back and forth. My insides tingle in response to how it feels. It feels big. It feels good.
“Do you want this inside you?” he asks, moving it down, pushing it between my thighs. “Do you want me to fuck you, Anna?”
My hand is a blur on my clit. I’m getting so close. He’s taken the finger out of my pussy and it feels so empty, I can’t help but say, “Yes.”