Page 13 of UnTrained: Volume One
Aiden's thumb strokes across my pulse point, a gesture that's almost tender. "Breathe through it."
I focus on his face, on the blue of his eyes. They're not cold anymore. There's something else there now, something I can't quite identify.
I try to count the ceiling tiles again, but they blur as tears sting my eyes. The fullness inside me is unbearable. I clench my muscles tighter, determined to do this for him.
I don’t even know this man, but there’s something about his words, his mannerisms that makes me want to follow him.
Maybe it’s the way I’ve been captive for who knows how long.
Maybe it’s that deep seated need inside me, the one that made me sign up for the “consensual” slave auction in the first place.
"Two more minutes," Gavin says, checking his watch.
Aiden's hand moves from my throat to my hair, stroking it in a way that feels almost comforting.
It's confusing—this mixture of dominance and gentleness. I don't know what to make of it, but I find myself leaning into his touch despite everything.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs. The praise washes over me.
I focus on his face, on the strong line of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. There's something there I can't quite read—a complexity that the men at the facility never had. They were simple in their cruelty. This is... different.
A particularly sharp cramp grips my abdomen, and I gasp, my body arching involuntarily. Aiden's hand immediately returns to my shoulder, pressing me back down.
"Almost there," he says. "Stay still."
I obey, though my body screams for release. The pressure inside me builds until I think I might pass out.
My focus narrows to Aiden's face, to the steady rhythm of his breathing. I try to match it, inhaling when he does, exhaling slowly through my mouth.
"Time," Gavin says finally.
He slides the nozzle from me, and I clench every muscle in my body, terrified to spill a drop.
I don't move until Aiden nods.
"Bathroom is through there," Gavin says, gesturing to a door I hadn't noticed before. "Can you walk?"
I'm not sure, but I nod anyway. Aiden helps me sit up, his hands strong and steady on my shoulders. The movement shifts everything inside me, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
My legs tremble as I slide off the table. The tile is cold beneath my feet as I take one careful step, then another. My stomach cramps violently, and I pause, pressing a hand against my swollen abdomen.
"I've got you," Aiden says, suddenly beside me. His arm wraps around my waist, supporting me as we make our way to the bathroom, a small space off the exam room.
Aiden helps me all the way inside the small room, and the bathroom door closes behind us with a soft click.
I barely make it to the toilet before my body gives out, releasing everything in waves of relief and humiliation.
Aiden stays with me, his hand resting on my back as my body empties itself. I should be mortified that he's witnessing this, but I'm too grateful for the release to care. The cramping gradually subsides, leaving me weak and shaking.
"Better?" he asks when I finally stop trembling.
I nod, not trusting my voice, or him. Not yet.
My legs feel like water as I try to stand. He steadies me with both hands, his grip firm but gentle.
“Good girl,” he says again.
"Thank you," I whisper. The words are barely audible, even to my own ears.
