Page 27 of Where We Ended

His smile was crooked as he stepped closer, turning off the water as he advanced.

“Seems being the good guy holds no bearing with you. Darkness is what gets you off. It’s your kink of choice, so as much as you’re saying you don’t want it, I know if I were to slip my tongue between those silky soft thighs, I’d be able to taste that you do.”

“Don’t do this, Alec.” My whisper cut through the sound of his slick erection being stroked.

He didn’t stop, his hips thrust forward as he fucked his hand, harder and harder until he reached up and roughly placed his hand against the tile near my head.

His groan was like an explosion in my ears, making me slam my eyes shut. I wanted to block him out, the sound, the feel of his sticky cum coating my stomach. All of it.

He shuddered, trying to catch his breath.

“Clean yourself off.”

I looked around, but there were no towels in sight. “Turn the water on?—”

He shook his head. “Use your fingers, smear it, then lick them clean.”

Horror washed through me as I glared. “I’m not?—”

“I’ll remove your cuffs for the rest of the day,” Alec offered, cutting me off in the process.

The temptation was so intense, so achingly sweet that my fingers twitched near the mess against my skin. Alec’s hair still dripped, fat water droplets rolling down his face as he watched me with hooded eyes. I knew deep down if I gave him this, he’d take everything from me. There would be no line, no standard at all. He’d see my weakness, and in doing so, he’d use it to control me.

So, I kept my chin raised and I stared.

His left eye twitched. “I said to clean yourself, Artemis.”

“And I won’t touch any part of you, even if your cum has to dry to my skin.”

A moment passed, then another, where he merely stared at me. His erection gone, his scowl in place and finally he let out a low scoff.

“Suit yourself. Let it dry, Artie…stay covered in my cum, it only turns me on.”

Alec finally allowed me to leave the shower, still chained to him through the handcuff. I covered my chest with my free arm, and didn’t ask for a towel, knowing it would be fruitless. Alec dried off, brushed his teeth and then we finally moved to the bedroom.

“Will I be sleeping naked, or will you be giving me clothes?” My skin was freezing, and the drying semen on my stomach began to feel uncomfortable. Alec didn’t answer, just tossed one of his shirts at me. I stared at it, knowing I was going to need him to disconnect the cuffs if I wanted my arm inside the sleeve.

He moved away from me, but I yanked his wrist as hard as I could, making him turn to face me with a grimace.

“The fuck, Artie.”

“I need to put my arm through the hole, uncuff me.”

He glared, his gaze dropping to my heaving chest, my pebbled nipples and the white stain he’d left against my stomach. I’d been sunbathing with Laura as often as possible before all this, so my stomach was fairly tan.

“Maybe I should keep you naked, Artie. I do enjoy the view.”

He pulled the small chain between the cuffs, drawing me closer to him. “That’s exactly what will happen to you if you try anything when I unlock these, do you understand?”

Defeat was a soaked thundercloud in my chest. I envisioned fighting him. I had a beautiful delusion that Rachel had left me a knife, or something to defend myself, but I knew she wouldn’t risk her place here to offer that. Her kindness to me was attempting to get me out of this room, but it had failed. Just like I had.

With a reluctant nod, I waited as Alec unlocked the cuffs. I slipped the shirt over my head and as soon as I pushed my arm through the hole, he slapped the cuff back on.

He stared at me while I moved with him toward the bed.

“It’s dinner time.”

It sounded as if Alec were suddenly feeling remorse over what he’d said and done to me. Having more freedom with his proximity, I turned away from him, curling into a ball against the wall. Memories of a past life rushed through me painfully fast as I ignored Alec’s commentary. He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening anymore.

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