Page 10 of The Minotaur's Motivation

He must think I’m a complete idiot.

"Would you like to feel it inside you now?"

My mouth fell open, and I glanced back down at it. The answer was yes, but also, I shouldn’t, but yes, but how on earth was that meant to fit?

"We've only just met, Cam. I'm your therapist, I can't just…" I gestured at the dark smooth cock still standing erect, pointing at me. The flared head looked wider than my wrist. My throat tightened, and I struggled to get air in my lungs. My heart was pounding.

"You're my mate, Cerys. That’s more important."

"This is all highly inappropriate," I squeaked.

Swirling nausea rose in my stomach and my head felt light. It had been a long time since I had a panic attack. Not since…

"You don't want to ride your mate's cock until you are incoherent with pleasure?"

Well…

His hand trailed down my body. He pulled up my dress and ran a hand over my panties and down between my legs. Despite my best efforts to hold myself together, a moan escaped me. His eyes widened and fixed on mine.

“Can I taste you, Cerys?”

A loud bang startled me out of the moment. Cam growled. Someone was banging on the door. Irritation flared through me. I wanted to throttle whoever that was.

"Open up, miss. Please. Lockdown procedures in place."

It was the voice of a guard I didn't recognize. The panic I could hear in it brought me mostly back to my senses and smothered the remains of my own. Although the need in me still raged.

"You need to go back to your cell, Cam. Something is going on."

"I need to keep you safe."

It was another growl. I didn’t flinch from it this time. His eyes were flashing with the same ferocity as when he had been struggling with the beginnings of a maze madness. He wasn't simply going to go back to his cell until he knew what was going on. I opened the door to the therapy room and came face to face with a young guard.

"What is going on?" I demanded.

"Lockdown procedures. Everyone to their assigned safe spaces, miss."

"Why aren’t the alarms going off?"

"They aren't working."

The young guard looked like he might faint. I took a deep breath and placed a hand on his shoulder to make sure I had his attention properly.

"Listen, you must be new here?"

He nodded.

"This sort of thing happens all the time. Don't worry about it."

"Really?"

"It's a very old prison. Things break. You'll get used to doing this a couple of times a month."

The young guard nodded and looked relieved.

"Take Cam here back to his cell and then head up to central control. I'll round up the other therapists for you."

He nodded again and turned to Cam before freezing at the sheer size of him. I gave Cam a pointed nod. He growled but held his hands out for the large shackles he had to wear. The young guard slapped them on him while almost bending backwards to keep his distance. I could feel Cam's eyes on me as I left. He wasn't happy, but I must have been reassuring enough since he let the guard shackle him and take him back to his cell. Luckily his massive erection had disappeared. Whatever had happened just now, I wasn’t ready to talk about it with anyone.

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