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For a moment, there’s nothing, then blood rushes back to my nipple. I let out a garbled cry, some of the floaty feeling dissipating as reality comes crashing back into me along with the pain. Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them away as I anticipate the next one being removed.

“Shh,” Hunter says, kissing my forehead. “You’re doing good.”

That’s my only warning before he removes the second clamp. I scream, and part of me wishes I could swallow it down—but my mouth is forced open, so there really is nothing I can do but to show Hunter all of my natural reactions.

Exactly what he wants.

Hunter kisses the top of my head again, petting me, and I lean into his touch. I shudder when his other hand goes down between my legs.

He finds my clit easily and uses two fingers to massage it with purpose. I tremble, but I don’t squirm. Squirming feels like it would be too much work, and he’s doing such a good job with it that I just don’t feel like it.

The pleasure simmers near my awareness as I slowly return to that floaty place where everything is bliss and soft around the edges. The dildo inside of me, the feeling of his fingers… It’s all so good.

So, so good that only a few moments pass before the pressure is building at the base of my spine. I shudder, wanting more, needing more, and he gives it to me. One moment, I’m lost in the depths of this strange pleasure, and the next…

The next, it’s so intense that it’s almost painful.

I cry out and jerk, grateful for the fact that the nipple clamps are off. I can’t help but writhe and try to push my cunt harder against his fingers as the sensations send me over the edge.

My vision is fuzzy and my ears ring. All I know is that I’m leaning against Hunter, his presence strong and warm at my side. The vibrations slow to a stop, and I whine as Hunter undoes the gag.

I didn’t even realize how much my jaw was aching. Hunter rubs my chin and jaw, helping to massage the muscles until I close my mouth.

“There you go,” Hunter says breathily. “I’m going to pick you up now.”

I nod and try to lift my arms up so I can help him, but my limbs are too heavy to move. All I can do is sit there as he picks me up, cradling me in his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder, already half-asleep from the intense sensations that have been my entire universe for… minutes? Hours? I don’t even know, and I don’t care, either.

Hunter carries me to his bed and sets me down gently. I whine when he moves away, but he comes back with a damp cloth and wipes my chin, chest, and cunt clean. I think I feel the bed dip, but I drift off, my mind blessedly silent.

CHAPTER 24

Stef

“But what’s the point if you keep dying in the game?” Hunter asks with a huff against my ear.

I giggle and lean further into his embrace. I like it when we game like this, with me on his lap and his arms around me. I’m not sure how comfortable it is for him, but he doesn’t complain.

“The point is that I’m having fun and learning how to play it better,” I say, directing my character to enter the dungeon again. “And… maybe it’s okay to fail sometimes.”

I glance down at my wrists. They’re no longer bandaged, and I can see the scars that formed despite Hunter’s careful treatment. He still rubs the lotion on them every day. I could probably do it myself, but I like that he does it for me.

Hunter doesn’t respond to my statement. Maybe it’s boring him to watch my character attempt to get through all the monsters only to be felled again and again, but I’m finding something cathartic about it. Get up, try again.

No giving up. It’s okay to just keep trying.

“The roast smells good,” Hunter says after my third attempt at the level. “I’m looking forward to when it’s done.”

I smile at him, feeling a little shy. It’s one of my first attempts at really cooking, though he’d helped me chop onions before he’d left, and he’d gotten me these little red potatoes and tiny carrots so I didn’t have to cut those up. I’d seasoned it myself, though, for all that I’d painstakingly followed a recipe.

Maybe it’s dumb to be so proud, but it’s one of the few things I’ve actually accomplished.

“I’m looking forward to the bread,” I admit, my stomach growling at the scent of fresh bread. I glance in the direction of the kitchen when the oven beeps to let me know it has one minute left, and I pause the game.

I put the controller down, waiting until Hunter has let go of me to walk over to the kitchen. I’m naked, but I grab the apron lying on the counter so I don’t accidentally burn myself somewhere inconvenient. The bright red stand mixer stands out among the blinding white kitchen, and I hope Hunter will let me leave it sitting out on the counter instead of packing it away every time. Maybe if I bake every day…

Then the doorbell rings.

I freeze halfway to the oven and give Hunter a panicked look. “Did you… invite somebody? Sir?”

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