Page 33 of Dark Room Junkie

As if the weight of life were lifting off me, a feeling of strength spread through me. Philippe’s kneading fingers on my neck sent a pleasant shiver down my body and made me feel like I had just arrived. I took another sip of vodka and turned to Philippe. By now, his legs were spread so wide that I was sitting between them. My eyes landed on the bulge in his pants.

“Do you want to start with me?” he asked with a suggestive smile.

I placed a hand on his thigh and moved it upward. “I could do that.” There was a twitch in Philippe’s pants, and the bulge grew larger.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Alex.”

Before my hand reached his crotch, I pulled it back and sat back next to him. “You’ll have to wait a little longer for that.”

“Oh ... come on!” Philippe exclaimed disappointedly, and we all laughed.

I took off my glasses, scrubbing my eyes and nose with my knuckles. My whole body tingled, and as much as I wanted to pounce on Philippe right away, I loved making him wait. He needed it, and he liked it. Being dominated turned him on. At the same time, it gave me a sense of control. And that’s what I needed. Plus, the whole weekend was still ahead of us. I wasn’t in a hurry at all.

“Come to me,” Livio said to Philippe. “We can warm up a bit.”

Philippe didn’t need to be told twice and crawled on all fours to Livio. The two started making out and undressing each other. I loved watching it and enjoyed every moment of it.

At some point, Michael sat next to me, moved closer so that our thighs touched, and gently stroked my arm. “Don’t you want to join in a bit?”

My body felt paralyzed in an instant, leaving me breathless. However, Michael interpreted my shortness of breath as an invitation and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“Come on. Let’s make you a bit more comfortable.”

I allowed him to take off my shirt and yelled at myself to get it together. This was how things worked here. Everything was perfectly normal.Except ...

Michael leaned forward, kissed my nipples, and at the same time, stroked my thigh. I forced my brain to think of something else.Noé. Imagining him in my mind made me forget everything for a moment and enjoy the touches.

Until Michael let his hand glide over my back and slid it into my pants. “I’ll show you what real fun is.”

Something exploded in my head.

“No matter what happens, Alex, you have to know one thing, I love only you. Only you. No one else. No matter what people say.” His hand gently stroked my back and into my pants. “I want to show you how much I love you, Alex.” He pushed it further until I felt his finger between my buttocks.

“I do not want that. Dad, please, stop.”

“Come on. I’ll show you how much I love you. You’ll see, it’s really fun. And you love me too, don’t you?”

“Yes but …”

“Well then, everything’s fine,” he said, pressing his finger harder against me.

I tore myself away from Michael and jerked back abruptly. But it was too late. The black wave rolled ominously toward me, and the knot in my chest tightened.

“Sorry,” Michael said, raising his hands in a calming gesture. “I thought you were ...”

I gasped, unable to breathe.

“Are you okay?”

“I ... Oh damn it.” I got up and staggered to the coat rack by the entrance where my jacket hung. From the side pocket, I pulled out the inhaler and disappeared into the restroom. Inhaling a strong pump relieved the tightness in my throat, but the panic remained. And so did the memories.

The images from that night piled up in my mind and exploded into a lightning storm. Hot and cold sensations alternated. I felt the thorn within me, piercing me from below. His hands, wrapping around me from behind, his stomach against my back, the heat, the increasingly rapid thrusts, and his panting right next to my ear.

My whole body trembled, and I felt sick. Everything became too much. I fell to my knees and vomited into the toilet.

Damn, this isn’t good! Not good at all!

As much as I recoiled from it, it had a somewhat cleansing effect. My muscles relaxed, the trembling subsided, and my pulse calmed down again.

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