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Chapter 19

Faye

I walked into the bathroom in a daze. He not only spoke to me kindly, but he took my stitches out. Every night, I used to do jaw exercises, but then I gave up because what was the point if I didn’t use my mouth again?

Standing beside the sink, I slowly opened up the bag and removed its contents. There was an electric toothbrush with a charging wire, toothpaste, dental floss, and some mouthwash. My hands were still shaking, and I had to stop and shake them out before I could brush my teeth.

He wouldn’t want me to brush my teeth if he had decided to kill me. I paused in putting the toothpaste on the bristles. My mind went back to his words.

Did I pass a test?

I didn’t do anything. I had been stuck in the room for weeks. Shaking my head, I began to brush my teeth. It would take a long time before my mouth felt clean again.

After cleaning my teeth and tongue for ages, I used the mouthwash several times. The horrible grim that had coated my teeth was gone. I kept opening and closing my mouth until my jaw tired. My eyes caught a movement in the mirror, and I froze when I saw Kyle standing in the doorway.

He had a smile on his face, but it wasn’t his usual evil one.

“We can start you on some light food so your stomach gets used to solid food again.”

He didn’t sound angry, but I kept my eyes on him in the mirror and nodded. I didn’t want to risk speaking in case he got angry or decided to stitch my mouth up again.

“We can have lunch downstairs,” he said as he turned away.

I slowly left the bathroom to see that he was gone and the bedroom door wide open.

Confused, I went to put my socks on before following him downstairs.

I walked into the living room, where I saw him sitting on the sofa. I hesitated when I saw the two bowls of soup and bread. My mouth watered at the prospect of real food. I swear it smelt like chicken soup.

Oh, God. Homemade chicken soup.

I walked closer to the steamy bowl of goodness.

“I didn't add the special ingredient in. Now that your stitches are out, you can get that creamy goodness directly from the source,” he said.

I frowned at his words, and it didn't dawn on me what he meant until he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants and opened his legs.

I looked at the soup again before walking towards him. He pushed the table away with his foot and pointed to the floor. I knelt on the floor between his legs, and when I looked up, he was smiling at me. I sighed in relief because he wasn’t angry.

He put a hand on my head and stroked my hair.

“Such a good little lamb. Now open up those lips and use that tongue to lick me up.”

I stared at his cock. He gripped himself from the base and pushed it downward until I saw the clear liquid begin to drip down the head of his cock.

“I’m going to go easy on you since you've been such a good girl.”

I swallowed at his words and cautiously looked at him. He wasn't angry, but he was acting weird. I placed my hands on his thighs and opened my mouth. I licked upwards, wiping all the precum up with my tongue before sucking on the head of his cock. I could smell the fresh scent of his shower gel. He smelled good.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he moaned as he took one of my hands and placed it around his cock. “Like this,” he said before moving my hand up and down his hard length.

I glanced up again and saw his eyes were half closed, and his cock jerked in my hand. Seeing his reaction to my mouth made me want to please him. I widened my jaw and began to wank his cock the way he used to for my cup. His hand came up behind my head, and he pushed me down.

“Don’t waste a single drop,” he said breathlessly.

I slid my tongue under his cock and moved my head and my hand in unison. His cock leaked more precum, and I swallowed it all, careful not to bring my teeth down on him. His hands gripped my hair with both hands, and he moved me up and down his cock until the blunt head hit the back of my throat.

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