Page 6 of Prelude to Madness

A hand clutched my hair and yanked my head back, bringing me upright, changing the angle.

Sweat dripped from him, his breath hot on my neck as he fucked me.

“You like that, angel? My fucking angel.”

I fucking loved it and reached between my legs to grab my dick. I was close to coming. If only I could tell Hugo I’d won the bet. In fact, I’d won the fucking jackpot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Each word brought a fresh thrust from my captor. Harder, sharper, with purpose.

My balls tightened as I neared my orgasm. I was so fucking close now.

“Do it,” I shouted. “Fill me with your cum. Fuck me. Do it, for fuck’s sake.”

His fingers dug into my skin, but he did as I asked, harder and deeper, frenzied in his movements, slamming his hips into me.

He howled as he came and pumped me full of his cum, his movements slow and deliberate.

My legs buckled as my dick erupted, spurt after spurt hitting the side of the bath. I fell forward, almost hitting my head.

“I’ve got you, princess.”

“I think I prefer angel,” I whispered, all my energy gone. I was crashing hard, coming down from my drug-induced high and probably the best sex I’d ever had.

He sank into the water, taking me with him, and wrapped his arms around me. I sat on his lap, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I could sleep for a week.”

“In a week, it’ll be Christmas,” he murmured.

“That can’t be right. How long have I been here? I have to get home.”

“Where’s home, angel? You have no home. You belong here now.”

“No.” I didn’t belong here. I had a home, a cat, and a Hugo. I had something else too, something worth living for. Someone worth living for. I was sure of it.

“You belong to him now. There’s no going back, angel.”

I struggled and thrashed against him, water splashing everywhere.

“You can’t make me stay. I have to get away.” That familiar manic feeling crashed over me.

“Once you’re here, there’s no escaping, angel. About time you got that into that pretty little head of yours.”

He tightened his arms around me, halting my movements.

“I need to go home.” I sobbed. Almost three weeks of captivity and it finally hit home that he was right. I might never see my home again.

“You’re right where you need to be. Sleep now, angel. You need your rest.”

I succumbed to his words. Sleep claimed me, and once again, I remembered nothing.

I think he’s coming to. Did you see his eyes flickering? Nurse? Did you see that?

Eric

I stretched like a cat in the warm sun, relieving the fatigue from my muscles. If it ’weren’t for the discomfort in my arse, I’d have thought I’d dreamt last night, but it had happened all right, and I felt deliciously satisfied.

Why wasn’t I back in the cage, though? My last memory was of me lying in the hot water, my captor’s arms around me, lulling me to sleep. How come I was here in this bed?

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