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I don’t understand how he’s making me feel like this when I want nothing to do with him.

Savage keeps looking at me. I have no idea what he wants, but that intense gaze is almost too much to bear. I cover my eyes with my arm just to avoid it.

“Arms at your sides,” he orders immediately, all while his fingers continue to force pleasure onto me.

I whimper, hating that he’s making me feel these things, hating that he’s got me feeling things I haven’t felt since… since Dylan and I had started to date, when he’d still bothered to pretend he cared about me.

He still hadn’t made me feel this good, though.

I drop my arms back to my sides, forcing them to stay there with a great deal of effort. I close my eyes instead, even though I have a feeling he’s going to force me to leave those open, too.

Why is he humiliating me like this?

I can’t even tell if Savage is enjoying this. He isn’t making any sounds. The only thing I can hear are my own stuttering breaths and aborted moans.

“Open your eyes,” he tells me, but I still can’t read him.

I don’t know if he’s feeling anything at all, even as he works my body like an instrument, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm when I haven’t felt one in years.

That’s the worst realization to come to as it creeps up on me, and I come knowing that he’s breaking a dry spell in a way I never wanted. No one at Ntimacy wanted to get me off, Dylan didn’t care, and I wasn’t interested in masturbating.

I cry out as I come, and I stare into his eyes for a moment as I shudder and shake from the force of my climax. I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, though; they flutter closed as I try to ride it out.

It’s only then that I realize the speculum is still inside of me, warm now from my body heat, with the stretch more appealing than disconcerting until the realization that I’d come from this hits me.

I whimper when he takes the speculum out then sets it aside, and I sag back onto the bed as I try to recover from the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation I’d just felt.

But Savage barely gives me any time to recover.

Giving me a dispassionate look, he says, “Lean back and close the cuffs around your wrists.”

I blink at him a few times, the words taking a moment to register in my brain.

Don’t talk back, he’d said, and even though I want to protest, I duck my head and obey. I can’t help but feel utterly betrayed, and I don’t even know why. It’s not as though I thought he cared, but I haven’t done anything to show him I’m going to disobey.

The only mercy is that the cuffs are padded, even comfortable, around my wrists as I fasten them, and there’s enough slack to where I can move around a little.

Savage approaches and checks the cuffs, then adds small locks to both of them. They’re staying in place.

I can’t get out of bed anymore, no matter how hard I try.

My body starts to tremble, and I’m afraid I’m going to throw up.

“I took time out of my busy day to pick you up today,” Savage says, like it’s my fault, like I’m such a terrible inconvenience when he’s the one who bought another person. He takes a blanket from a nearby chair and drapes it over me in a gesture that could’ve been affectionate if it wasn’t for the whole situation. “But I don’t have time to babysit you. I’ll be back in the evening to feed you.”

The idea of being left alone in this bed, chained like one of Giulio’s new girls all over again, is almost more than I can stand. I sit up, tugging against the bonds, and my eyes are wet as I plead, “You don’t need to lock me up like this. I… Please. I haven’t fought, I haven’t tried to run, I haven’t tried to do anything. Where…” I nearly choke on the half-sob, half-laugh. “Where would I even go?”

“I don’t trust you not to do something stupid. You’re a drug addict.”

Like I really need the reminder.

Savage goes to the nearby dresser and opens up a drawer. I watch with dread as he pulls out a ball gag.

“I won’t do anything stupid,” I say, tears rolling down my cheeks. “What if I have to pee? I… You already have me locked in this room, and I’ll be quiet. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you. Just please don’t… Don’t leave me like this.”

“I’ve seen the lengths addicts go to for their fixes.” Savage walks back to my side and brings the gag up to my mouth. I press my lips together to prevent the gag from going in, but Savage pushes his thumb and forefinger into either side of my cheeks so hard that I’m forced to open up. I whimper as he shoves the ball gag inside and secures it behind my face.

I start sobbing even harder.

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