Page 7 of The Minotaur's Motivation

My eyes bored into his, and he had the good grace to look slightly awkward.

"Oh yeah, didn't think of that. It is twisty around here, I suppose."

I didn't believe that for a moment. But I hadn't thought of it either, so perhaps I was being ungenerous. I stepped out of the door, reminding Cam to duck slightly to fit underneath. We walked, and after a few turns I felt his hand gripping mine slightly tighter. I wasn’t sure how much this would actually help, but I didn't want to stop and ask him if he was okay or treat him with kid gloves. Not in front of Daylen. He wouldn’t thank me for that. After a few minutes, we reached the entrance to the cell block, and I pulled him to a stop.

"We are at the cells now, Cam."

He released my hand and pulled the blindfold off his face. His eyes sought mine and held me for what seemed like a long moment.

"Thank you, Cerys," he said.

The way he said my name made my heart hammer in my chest.

"No problem. I'll make sure that our next appointment is somewhere closer to your cell."

I couldn't break my eyes away from his, and my stomach was somersaulting. Once again I forced my feelings down aggressively. I would not do this.

"I appreciate that, Cerys. When will I see you next?"

My name again . It took more willpower than I cared to admit to even look away from him. I felt like my body was being drawn closer to him. Like he was a magnet just for me, and resisting that pull took everything I had.

"Tomorrow. We will see each other every day this week to help you settle in."

He nodded but didn't get to speak more before Daylen opened the gate to the cellblock and began muttering about lunch time. I walked away, my mind whirring.

You are meant to be a professional, Cerys. Get a grip.

I had to pull myself together. Next time I would focus on my actual job. We’d talk about his crimes and make a therapy plan to help towards his eventual release. There would be no more of this, whatever it was, between us.

Chapter 6

Cam

I lay back on the hard mattress, and as soon as I was sure the guard was gone, I held the scarf to my nose and took a deep sniff. Cerys' smell flooded my nose, and after a few breaths it felt like I was drunk on her. Like nothing else mattered. She was all-consuming. My cock was hardening under my loincloth. I angled myself away from the door so no one could see me, and stroked myself while breathing in her scent. I thought of those wide eyes closing with pleasure as I thrust into her. Imagined her voice calling my name. I took the scarf and wrapped it around my cock and thrust into it furiously, my mind full of her. Her smell was imprinted into my brain now. I was lost to her, and I'd do anything to make her mine. I grunted as I came, imagining how she would feel around me.

The next morning, I was exhausted. I hadn't been able to get her out of my head since yesterday. The smell on her scarf was driving me wild. I needed her. I’d used that scarf until I was sure my cock had nothing left to give.

The day passed torturously slowly. I hadn't spoken to anyone else here apart from her and that dick of a guard. I ate alone and walked around the yard by myself. No one bothered me. As the only monster here with any minotaur in them, I was the biggest prisoner by far. But eventually someone would fancy their chances at making a name for themselves by taking me down. I avoided growling at anyone, but I kept a mask of aggression on for anyone who might look my way. No sense in making them think it would be easy. When the obnoxious guard turned up to take me to my next therapy session, I didn't even react to his attitude towards me. All I could think of was Cerys. As promised, he didn't take me through the maze of the prison as he had yesterday. We went to a room just off the side of the cell block.

She was already there when I walked in. As soon as the guard opened the door, her vibration washed over me. My body relaxed in her presence.

"Hi, Cam, how are you doing today?"

"Good. How are you?"

She smiled at me, seeming pleased with my politeness. It wasn't an act. I didn't really care about much in this world, but I cared about her and her feelings towards me.

"I’m good, thank you. Please sit."

I squeezed myself into the chair. It was a big chair, but I still had to wiggle to fit my bulk into it. I waited to see what she said next. She could take the lead on this therapy thing. I wasn't really interested in baring my soul. But I would for her if that's what she wanted.

"How are you settling in, Cam?"

"Fine. It's much the same as any other prison. You do what you are told when you are told. You walk where you are told, you have all your doors opened and closed for you."

"That sounds… frustrating."

"That's the punishment. I did what I did, and I accept the consequences."

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