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“Yes, Will. That feels good.”
“I know, baby.”
I soaked my finger, stroking her pussy and then rubbing over her clit in a gentle circular motion. Her hips rocked slowly in time with my hand as I moved. Her breaths rapid, panting, just like mine.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like riding my fingers?” I asked, and she hummed in response.
I pushed two fingers inside her and she gasped, lifting her hips as I drove them into her, stroking her walls, curling my finger to hit the spot.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand,” I growled as she pushed her hand against mine, using my palm to grind against her clit.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned, our hands between her legs, my fingers thrusting into her as she ground her hips forward.
I could feel her pussy walls tighten, the soft velvet gripping my fingers.
“You’re so fucking tight, you’re perfect,” I whispered, pulling my fingers out and then pushing them back into her, stretching her, coaxing the orgasm out of her.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Come on my hand like a good girl.”
I thrust harder now, faster.
Using my thumb, I circled her clit. Her legs were wide open, her pussy soaked as she thrust her hips to match my fingers.
“Oh fuck, Will. Don’t stop. Just like that,” she begged, so close to coming.
Then she arched her back, her legs quivering and her body going stiff as she started to come, flooding my hand with her orgasm.
She cried out as she rode the high, her hand holding mine in place, using me to drain every last throb, pulse, and contraction that she felt.
Then she went limp, letting out the most satisfying sigh I’d ever heard.
“That was so good.” She gasped, her legs open, her body lying half over mine, and her arms resting limply by her side.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” I started to rub over her clit again, making her moan and shift her legs.
“But I’m too sensitive,” she pleaded.
“You’ll be a good girl and give me more,” I told her. “I want at least another three orgasms out of you.”
It didn’t take long for her to start quaking again, her legs quivering as a second orgasm hit only moments after the first one. And I could tell, from the way her thighs clenched around my hand, that this one was stronger than the last.
Her moans were the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. So fucking intoxicating that I’d have gone all night making her come just to hear those cries. She responded to me so well, and it spurred me on, made me want to pleasure her to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore. And that night, I almost did. After her sixth orgasm, she fell asleep. And reluctantly, I let her.
ChapterTwenty
BRYONY
Ididn’t know how much longer I could keep it together, being locked in here, never knowing what the day would bring or if we’d survive to see another. I was hungry, thirsty, scared to let my guard down. In reality, I was an emotional mess, and I couldn’t survive without Will. He was my lifeline. My tether to the real world, yanking me back every time I fell down a hole of self-destruction or despair. He was my rock.
Days and nights merged into a never-ending monotony of lights on, lights off. It was all we knew. The delivery of meagre scraps of food and water twice a day gave us something to break up the boredom. That, and our time spent with each other, losing ourselves in the hopelessness of it all with the connection we had. A bond so strong even this room and our captivity couldn’t shatter it. But it was tough. Our nerves were shredded, our resolve weakening every day.
So, when the TV lit up one morning after our stale, cold toast had been deposited into the room, we both stood still, expectantly waiting to see what he’d tell us today. His hockey mask filled the screen, the same mask worn by Jason in the Friday the Thirteenth movies. And I felt myself grow even more agitated. The dressing up, the ridiculous rules and games, the way he was messing with our minds, all of it was driving me to insanity. I guess that’s what he wanted, and I hated that I felt powerless to stop it.
“Nice to see you both so… well rested,” he announced in his mechanical voice. “I’m glad you chose to follow my rules and be prepared for what comes next. A disciplined player is a good player, after all.”
Will tensed beside me, and I reached to take his hand in mine. His fists were clenched, but when he felt my hand brush against his, he laced his fingers with mine. The two of us stood together, united. We weren’t two people anymore, we were one entity. One mind, one heart, one soul, fighting for our freedom.
“In a moment, the door will open, and you will make your way to the task room.”
