Page 65 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Good morning,” I say, smiling back into the crystal-clear eyes of the man whose face I will never see. Mateo slides out of me and rolls to the side of me resting his head on his elbow looking casually at me.
“Little rabbit, it’s our final day together. We have some plans for you but first I need to make sure you’re ready for it. I am going to pump you full of water and watch your stomach stretch and bulge and look beautiful for me. If you allow, I am going to photograph you, then you’re going to release the fluid.”
Rolling onto my side too, I look back at his painted face frowning, “You want to give me an enema?”
“Yes, beautiful girl, that is exactly what I’d like to do. Will you give me permission and allow me to photograph you?”
I muse over the question; I’ve never been given an enema and I’m not sure how I feel about this man starting today. But then I did promise him I’d do whatever he desired and that, I guess, includes an enema. How can I say no to something I’ve never experienced before? I decide to reply, “Will it hurt?”
“It may feel uncomfortable once you’re filled, yes, but then you get to dispel the liquid in the toilet, and I think you’ll want to ensure you’re clear for this afternoon’s finale.”
“Finale?” I repeat.
“Yes, finale. But let’s not jump ahead of ourselves. Will you allow me to give you an enema?”
I bite on my lip weighing my options. I don’t want to regret not having one if it’s going to be useful for this afternoon’s plans, whatever the heck they might be, clearly they involve my back passage. Would I prefer the discomfort of the enema or the discomfort of not having the enema and wishing I had? Finally, I nod my head. “Ok, let’s do the enema,” I say nervously.
“Good choice, little rabbit. First breakfast.” Mateo climbs off the bed and walks behind the bed to the open bathroom where he showers the lower half of his body. Drying off, he says, “Hop in the shower whilst I prepare breakfast, I’ll be up again shortly.” I nod as he pulls on his boxers, shorts and black polo and strides out of the room. I do as he suggests and hop off the bed to use the toilet and shower. This is my last day today and a boltof excitement runs through my body. I have almost done it; I am one day and evening away from walking out of here one million dollars richer and into the waiting arms of my husband, children and hopefully Matty. It has all been worth it for them, every second. I can’t imagine what Mateo and the brothers’ plans are for this afternoon, I can only hope and pray my arsehole is up to the challenge, that I am up for the challenge. Everything has felt so extreme here yet bearable, enjoyable mostly. Nothing has made me want to leave except the hurtful words of Jacob, and they’re only words.
When I’m dry and towelling my hair, I look up to see Mateo with a silicone bag and tube attachment. He enters briskly, setting the items on the table before leaving and coming in a few minutes later with a breakfast tray of pancakes and strawberries. I pull Jacob’s t-shirt back on and we both tuck into the delicious breakfast Mateo’s provided.
“Did you make the pancakes?” I ask as I tuck into my second fluffy pancake.
“Yes, pancakes are one of my specialties along with toast and anything I can re-heat,” he says mischievously. I giggle at that.
“Compliments to the chef then, for such a wide skill set in the kitchen. You make the fluffiest, most delicious pancakes.”
When I look up, I see Mateo has stopped eating and is looking at me like he’s just discovered a new species of animal or something. “What is it?” I ask, hoping I haven’t upset him with my good-natured comment.
“I would choose you a thousand times over for my sons and I if I could. I know you’re married but I would offer you the world if we could keep you.”
“Oh,” I reply stupidly. That wasn’t what I was expecting him to say. I cast my eyes down to the nearly empty plate on my lap wondering what I could possibly say in reply.
“I love my husband, Mateo,” I reply looking back up to meethis eyes. “Another life, maybe it could be a possibility but in this one, I’m taken.” We let the statement hang in the air between us as he stares into my eyes, willing the truth to be anything but that I love my husband.
Then he blinks and snaps out of whatever headspace he was in and replies, “Of course. Then we shall make every last minute with you count.”
Draining his juice, he stands and picks up our empty plates and glasses and puts them on the tray. Picking up the silicone bag, he fills it with water from the tap in the tiled area of the bathroom and commands, “Take off the shirt and climb onto the table now, legs open and relax back onto the table with your arms stretched out above your head.” I do as he instructs and lay open and exposed for him on the table.
Mateo adds an s hook to the bar that hangs from the ceiling in front of the table and then hangs the silicone bag filled with quite a lot of water and picks up the long tube.Surely I won’t need to take that much?“Relax now, little rabbit,” he says as he rubs the tip of the tube with lube. I then feel him push gently against my back hole and nudge it slowly past my tight ring of muscle until the tube is deeply seated within my back passage. Satisfied the tube is seated comfortably inside of me, Mateo walks around the table picking up the chains with the leather cuffs on each edge and securing my wrists and ankles in place. I’m stretched open and wide just like how I woke up when I came here.
“This is exactly how I want to remember you, little rabbit—open, stretched out and vulnerable as I inflate you, your stomach bulging for me.” Mateo’s voice is thick with desire and the way he studies my stomach has my clit sparking. It’s a slow and strange sensation to have water flow into my back passage. I can see the bag of water grow flatter as my stomach begins to inflate and ache.
Mateo runs his large hands over my growing extendedstomach, the touch brings me comfort as the volume of water being pumped into me becomes uncomfortable.
“I think my body is reaching its limits of the amount of water it can contain,” I say in a nervous voice, realising I can’t stop the continuation of the flow whilst I’m strapped down to the table.
Mateo tears his eyes from my growing stomach to meet mine, as he continues to circle my growing stomach. I see desire and lust cloud them as he says, “You have to take the whole bag, little rabbit, I know you can do it.”
“It’s beginning to stretch me too much,” I whimper as the discomfort really starts to set in.
“Shhhh now, little rabbit,” Mateo turns his attention back to my extended stomach, but this time one hand rubs my almost solid stomach and the other hand rubs against my clit setting off fireworks behind my eyes.
The fullness, the way he is looking at me, how I’m strapped down and almost ready to implode, so many sensations and emotions course through me as tears begin to leak from my eyes and an orgasm tantalizes on the horizon. I close my eyes and focus on the way he’s touching me and the way he’s making me feel as I try to move my hips to meet his fingers more at my clit.
“Mateo,” I moan in pain and pleasure.
“Come for me, little rabbit,” he says as he stops rubbing my stomach to thrust two fingers inside of me and continues circling my clit. It’s too much, everything is too much and I explode around his fingers pulsing and moaning and trying to escape my restraints as the waves roll over me, taking me away from the pain for just a moment before I cry out.
