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He was back to glaring at me, but it wasn’t murderous.

Just weird and piercing.

Who was he?

Chapter 8

Kyle

Watching her struggle to get to the bathroom had been more enjoyable than I had thought it would be. It was almost as satisfying as watching her drink her cum flavoured smoothie. My cock was so fucking hard even after wanking this morning. I had enjoyed wanking into the bottle. Watching spurt after spurt of my cum drip down the sides until there was a puddle of it at the bottom.

When she reached for the toilet paper, it pissed me off. If anyone was going to touch her cunt it was me.

I took her hand off the toilet paper and crouched down to find the end of the duct tape, and I unravelled it from her feet.

“Spread your legs. I want to ensure I wipe your dirty little pussy properly,” I said, looking at her.

She wasn’t looking at me, but her hair covered her face as she kept her head downwards.

I took some toilet paper from the holder and waited for her to open her legs.

My lips twitched when she slowly opened her legs up. I wiped her pussy, rubbing the toilet paper back and forth. I could see the dark hair on her cunt. Part of me was glad she wasn’t completely bare. It was one more thing I could humiliate her with.

“Not into grooming, I see,” I said.

I grinned when her head dipped lower.

Once I had finished, I threw the paper into the toilet and stood up to wash my hands. I pulled her up from the toilet, closing the lid to flush it. I ignored the gasp of pain as she stood on her feet.

I stepped on her pyjamas.

“Step out of them. You need a bath and a shave,” I whispered to her.

Her body stiffened, and she shook her head.

“This is only going to go one way, Faye. Do as you're told, or it’s going to be a belt across your ass this morning,” I said in a cold tone of voice.

I watched as she pulled her feet from her clothing. Since she obeyed, I sat her down on the toilet and unbuttoned the pyjama shirt. She brought her hands up and clutched the material.

This time, I didn’t need to say anything. She slowly pulled her hands away.

I felt triumphant when I undid her buttons and tossed the top away before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. I pulled it down her arms and tossed it onto the floor beside the top. She had a lovely set of tits with her rosy peaked nipples.

“Stay here. I am going to get a razor,” I said before leaving to get what I needed from my bedroom.

I locked the door behind me. She wasn’t in much of a condition to walk, but I wouldn’t risk losing my little houseguest.

I felt the surge of excitement coursed through me. I could do anything I wanted to her. I frowned as I was pulling out a razor and my shaving cream. Her social media profile didn’t say much about her personal life.

I got back to her room, which was beside mine. She was still sitting on the toilet seat and had used her long hair to cover as much of her body as possible.

“Do you have a boyfriend or partner?” I asked.

Her head came up, and I could only see her eyes and the tip of her nose, which annoyed me. I wanted to see my perfect stitching on her lips.

She shook her head.

I had condoms in my bag. There weren’t many, and probably out of date.

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