Page 29 of Justyce
My eyes dart around until they land on a dark towel in the corner. That’s when I notice my light grey tracksuit pants and a pink tank top.How long have they been there?I muse.
I scour every inch of the small room to see if I can identify any cameras. Deep down I know Justyce wouldn’t be so stupid to allow me to notice them if there were any. Fuck it. I rip off my grubby clothes and once I’m standing naked, I turn around with both my middle fingers up high, sending Justyce a fuck you if the sick prick is actually watching me.
I swear I hear him chuckle or maybe I’m finally going mad. I strut toward the cubicle and turn the squeaky faucet on. I don’t bother with the cold one because I know the water doesn’t get hot enough to warrant adding it.
The pipes hiss and clang while the water spurts out in bursts. After a minute or so it finally runs smooth from the shower head. I shiver, stepping into the stream and shudder when icy needles hit my jaded body.
I run my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm up. It’s tepid but at least it’s not fucking freezing like moments ago. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes as the water cascades over my face and down my body. I need to dig myself out of this hole that my fucked up step-father landed me in. What was he thinking throwing me to the wolves, and how did he rack up such an incredulous debt that he thought selling me was his only option? Fury bubbles below the surface and I have to slow my breathing before I blow a fucking gasket.
There are so many unanswered questions banging around, not to mention there is so much I’m not privy to, so much I still don’t understand. The only person that has the explanation I require won’t say shit until I fucking crawl to him.
My traitorous body heats at the thought because, let’s be honest, ending up at Justyce’s feet on my knees sends all kinds of mixed signals, ones I refuse to acknowledge. I open my eyes, peering around the small cubicle in hopes of finding some soap to wash myself. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the small body wash bottle.
Squirting the cold liquid into my palm, citrus and the scent of the ocean assault my senses. I screw up my nose, peering down at the unmarked bottle. I’m about ninety eight percent sure this is the same body wash I’ve used since high school.
Goosebumps prickle over my body and I eye the liquid in my hand warily. There is no way he’d know this was the body wash I use, right? It’s a coincidence, it has to be. I uselessly attempt to convince myself that it’s a fluke but the bile swirling in my guts thinks otherwise.
Knocking those worries aside, I welcome the familiar smell and slowly run my hands over my body to wash away my fears. My nipples bead, drawing tight as my fingers slide over the top and then under my boobs, slowly moving lower, and lower.
My fingers glide through my folds and I whimper, the fire is still burning lightly in my stomach and I know it wouldn’t take much to throw me over the edge. Biting down on my lip, my lids close as my finger sinks inside of me. In, out, in, out, I assure myself that I’m only cleaning myself, but when the pad of my thumb knocks my clit and I moan, I know I’m lying to myself, especially when messy blonde hair and graphite eyes enter my mind. Those eyes were like a storm luring you in, beckoning you toward the rocky shore in hopes to swallow you whole. A perfect shade of grey with a shadow of blue, a pair that I could never forget.
Yanking my hand away, my eyes fly open and I pant wildly. Fucking hell, why is he always there, and what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m a fucking prisoner and here I am flicking the fucking bean over my captor. Pissed off at myself, I wash the soap suds off and wait for the water to turn clear then turn the faucet off.
Wrapping the towel around me I realize I didn’t wash my hair, but given what’s rummaging through my brain like a rambunctious, horny teenager, it’s not worth losing sleep over.
The pipes wheeze and clamor, signaling the water has been switched off. If I had any inkling that Justyce didn’t have cameras down here, that ideology is flushed down the non-existent toilet.
Rolling my eyes, I towel my hair dry then throw it over the top of the shower rod and reach for my clothes. Cursing under my breath I’m not at all surprised to find no underwear. Lucky for Justyce I don’t particularly like wearing them anyway.
Sliding into my comfy track pants and tank, I walk to the cot and lay down. I really wish I had a fucking book to read or even a pen and paper so I could write something. Alas I’m left with my train wreck of a mind.
Exhaustion sets in and I can barely keep my eyes open or my thoughts coherent. One thing that blares bright like the red light district is I need to gain his trust. I’ll eat, shower and I’ll even fucking flirt with him if I need to, but one thing is certain, I will never crawl to Justyce. I am not one of his employees, and I’m definitely not one of his fucktoys.
A smile graces my face and the last thing I remember thinking is that maybe, just maybe Justyce Travino will crawl to me.
Chapter Eleven – Justyce
I’m transfixed on the screen in front of me, and for the life of me I can’t tear my eyes away from it. I’m uncertain as to why Kenzi decided to eat and shower now after a week, but I’m not objecting. Not even in the slightest.
Arousal rains down on me like a sea of angry gods and my cock punches the front of my jeans. I’m still oozing from where the slug grazed my bicep, however, watching, alright spying on Kenzi is definitely worth the throbbing pain in my arm.
Her body is banging, even more so than when she was seventeen. I guess that says more about me than I want to think about right now. Kenzi reaches for the body wash and I still, wondering if she will recognize the scent. Her body locks up and her face crinkles, making her look adorable. I can pinpoint the exact moment realization sets in by how rigid her body becomes.
If she noticed, which I’m certain she has, she doesn’t make a big deal about it and begins soaping up her body. Her nipples grow taut and are begging for my teeth to bruise them as thoroughly as I bruised her mouth with our kiss tonight.
My face tips up at the sides when I think of Kenzi’s body responding to mine. Fuck did it make me hard. I observe how her fingers slide down over her tits, making their way toward her sweet pussy. A small landing strip runs from above her clit to the top of her perfect little mound and the thought of my cum meshed within her pubic hair and cunt makes me groan.
Kenzi Adrina is engrained in every follicle and cell in my body. I both love and loathe the affect she has on me. She’s a siren calling out for a sinner, and that sinner is me. She just hasn’t admitted it to herself yet.
My eyes bug wide and I lunge forward, wincing from the flesh wound when her fingers dip low. I squeeze my growing cock, anticipating a little show from my Dark One.
Ice cold water splashes all over me as Kenzi scowls and turns the shower off, ceasing the lewdness my mind had conjured up. Pushing back in my leather chair, I hook my hands behind my head and wonder what elicited that reaction from her.
I watch her through the screen as she shimmies into her pants and tank without batting an eyelid. I smirk. My Dark One doesn’t like underwear, not that it surprises me, but it does make me hotter for the vixen.
Kenzi flops down on the bed and closes her eyes. I watch the darting underneath them and swear I can see and hear the hamster wheel churning and her brain ticking over. I only wish I could delve into the deepest recess of her mind and claw her demons to the surface.
Once her breathing evens out, I turn away from the monitor and push out of my office chair and head toward the shower. I need to clean this gash up and patch it before I hit the hay.
