Page 16 of Covert Desires

How dare she?

A cold fury coats my veins—a deep, simmering rage.

I feel the familiar tightness creeping into my jaw, my teeth grinding together as the rage builds inside me.

As Kiah disappears out the door, I test the duct tape again, wincing as the shard of porcelain cuts deeper into my shoulder with every movement.

Fucking bitch was lying about the duct tape.

Idetestlying.

She’ll pay for this.

She thinks she has control now, but control is an illusion.

Kiah suddenly drops a large black crate on the bed beside me, forcing me out of my revenge loop.

What is this crafty whore up to now?

Is this the part where she tortures me?

The thought is amusing, and I laugh, a sound only partially muffled by the gag.

I doubt it. What does a silly old innkeeper know about the darkness of my world?

Ignoring me completely, Kiah carries on with her business, unlocking the padlock on the crate.

She doesn’t narrate her actions or even address me; her full attention is on the crate and sifting through its contents once the lock releases its lid.

She pulls a shiny metal object from the crate with a triumphant “Aha!”

I can’t see what it is; cranking my neck that far out only hurts my wounded shoulder.

But I don’t have to live in suspense for long.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the innkeeper tells me as she reaches for my cock, easily accessible through the open robe.

I gasp.

My, my, Miss Kiah.Why didn’t you say you wanted some of this sweet dick?

Her touch is like a shockwave through my body.

My cock instantly perks awake.

Roughly tugging at my flesh, she lathers cold lube on my shaft.

Hmm, of course, she wants my body.

I should’ve known.

Women always throw themselves at me.

How basic, I—

My thoughts dry up instantly as I feel the cold metal ring slide over my cock.

What the actual fuck?

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