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As she drifted to sleep, she was aware of the residual ache in her most intimate places, but her last thought was that as much as he’d touched her, she still hadn’t come.
CHAPTER 13
“Leon, honey, wake up. I need to go to the bathroom.”
It was still early based on the watery gold light she saw through the window, but as much as she wanted to laze in bed beside his warm, naked body, her bladder wouldn’t be denied.
Cessie had briefly considered digging through his discarded pockets for the key and letting herself out. That would mean he could sleep, and she’d come right back.
Considered and quickly dismissed it, because he’d built this cage for her, and she’d chosen to close the door and obey the rules of her captivity.
Starting to feel slightly desperate, Cessie planted her elbow in his stomach and leaned over him, nose to nose. “Leon.”
He grunted, opening one eye. “You have pokey elbows.”
“I need to pee.”
He immediately rolled off the bed, pulling on his pants and then hunting around on the ground. Cessie sat on the side of the bed, feet dangling and knees spread.
He turned to look at her, gaze raking down her from her head to her pussy which she had obediently put on display for him. “Good girl.”
Then he held up the hood.
Cessie reared back. “I just need to go to the bathroom quick, there’s no…” Her words trailed off, her cheeks heating with embarrassment at the stern look in his eyes.
“Chin up.”
She raised her chin, gaze still lowered, as he pulled the hood on. He moved with swift, sure movements—pulled her hair out through the slit, adjusting the eye mask so it sat just right, and finally doing the buckle.
Her hand clenched in his, she slid off the bed, following him out of the cage and then into the bathroom. She relieved herself and washed her hands before feeling for the doorknob.
“Leon?” she hesitated in the bathroom door.
“I’m here, baby.”
“Can you get me my toothbrush and put toothpaste on it?”
“Yes.” He sounded thrilled by her question, and oddly that made her feel sick. He shouldn’t be that excited about helping her get toothbrushing supplies.
Except it wasn’t about the toothbrushing. He was excited because she’d asked him for help.
And she’d only done it because she had to. Because she quite literally couldn’t do it for herself.
Her shoulder muscles tightened with discomfort as he approached her, nudging past her and into the bathroom. She listened, trying to figure out where things were, but when he stroked her cheek, then gently ran his hand down her naked body, she stopped and accepted that she needed his help.
She brushed her teeth, aware he was still in the bathroom with her. When she was done, he grabbed her by the waist, holding her still.
“I checked you last night when you fell asleep, but I need to make sure you don’t have any raw spots or burns from the ginger. Turn around. Good girl. Now bend over a little, hands on the counter.”
He must have knelt, because he gripped her ankles, guiding her to step wide.
First, he spread her ass cheeks, and she flushed with that familiar, delicious embarrassment of being examined. She could tell by the feel of his finger that he’d put on a glove, and when he gently inserted one finger into her ass, she moaned and pushed back.
“Any pain?”
“No, Master.”
“Tenderness?”
