Page 21 of Harbinger

I was a blathering mess of panting, shuddering, and screaming, until I collapsed on the tile, just twitching and twitching, unable to take another second.

When he suddenly yanked his fingers out of my ass, it set me off again, and I came again, actually spraying all over the tile this time.

He filled my vision in the next moment as he crouched down in front of me, yanked on my hair, then shoved his fingers into my mouth and forced me to choke down my own taste. “All of it,” he ordered. “Clean my fingers and swallow it all down.”

When he was done, he dissolved the cuffs, then stepped back, watching me intently as I pushed back onto my haunches, breathing heavily, and trying to regain my equilibrium.

“You could’ve stopped me at any time, sweetheart. But you didn’t. You wanted it. You were lost to it, completely and utterly into it. You love what I do to you, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon.” He winked. “Once we get back to the Academy. For the rest of tonight, I’ll leave you be. Your little party break is over. Get back to it.” He swept his hand over me, and then my dress was fixed, all the cum was gone, the mess I’d made on the floor, and my mouth was even minty fresh.

“Why did you do that? Help me?”

He crouched down in front of me and slid his hands to my cheeks. “I’m not a monster.” As he registered my stunned reaction, something uncertain flickered in his eyes, and he abruptly released me. “Or, it might just be because I don’t want to damage my toys. They won’t work as well for me then, will they?”

I glared out at him. “I’m not your toy.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Get the fuck out,” I growled at him, pushing unsteadily back to my feet.

The bastard had the audacity to wink at me, before he then teleported away.

I slumped against the nearest wall as I tried to come down from it all and that latest dose of his depravity.

I couldn’t believe it.

I couldn’t reconcile what I’d allowed him to do to me, what I’d reveled in him doing to me, even the most fucked-up aspects of it.

How was he bringing this out in me?

Why was I letting him?

What the fuck was—

A knock sounded at the bedroom door.

Oh, shit.

“One second!” I called back.

I scrambled then, rushing out of the bathroom and making a beeline for my chest of drawers, where I found a pair of clean panties, slipped them on, then hurried to my closet and switched out my high heels for a pair of more comfortable block heels.

Then I sucked in a couple of steadying breaths, patted down my hair, and unlocked the door, and opened it.

And there my mom was standing at the threshold, eyeing me with concern.

“Hey, Mom. I was just about to head back down.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, yeah. Why?”

“You keep disappearing for some space. Is it the party? Is it too overwhelming?” Her face fell. “Is it upsetting you?”

“No,” I lied, outright, trying to swallow down the guilt that threatened to rise up.

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