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KALI

Last night, Matias didn't touch me again, which only put me more on edge. I can't believe he feasted on me while I slept and how much it turned me on.

The shame is still plaguing me, making it impossible to rest. I lie awake, hyper-aware of every creak and shift in the cabin, my body tense with anticipation. This twisted dance we're engaged in leaves me utterly unmoored.

At some point, I must drift off as I wake to an empty bed and am half thankful, half disappointed. I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist, and scan the room. It's eerily quiet, devoid of Matias's domineering presence. I let out a shaky breath, some of the tension easing from my shoulders.

As I swing my legs over the side of the bed, I catch sight of a tray on the small table near the window. Steam rises from a bowl, and the aroma of oatmeal fills the air.

I approach the table cautiously, half-expecting Matias to materialize from the shadows. But the cabin remains still, save for the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth in the living room. Tentatively, I sit down and peer into the bowl of oatmeal.

I stare at the oatmeal, and my appetite diminishes. My mind is racing as I wonder where Matias has gone and what he has planned for me.

Just as I'm about to take a tentative bite, the cabin door creaks open. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, I turn to face the entryway, and my breath catches in my throat.

Matias stands there, completely naked, a pile of firewood cradled in his arms. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his toned, muscular body, glistening with sweat. He meets my gaze, a predatory smile spreading across his lips.

“Enjoying your breakfast, baby?” he purrs, setting the wood down by the fireplace.

“Where have you been?" I ask, even though it’s a stupid question. I can see the wood in his arms, he’s just making me nervous.

Matias moves closer. “I was gathering wood,” he says, his voice low and rough. “We're going back to our primal roots, Kali. No clothes, no distractions. Just you and me.”

My heart races as he sits down across from me, his naked form on full display. I avert my gaze, but I can feel the weight of his stare.

“The rules are simple,” he continues, his tone brooking no argument. “From this moment on, you’ll wear nothing. Your body belongs to me, and I’ll do with it as I please.”

“Matias, I...”

He raises a hand, silencing me. “No more protests. This is how it's going to be. Now, eat your breakfast. You'll need your strength for what's to come.”

I stare at him, torn between common sense and the insanity of this situation. Slowly, I pick up the spoon and take a tentative bite of the oatmeal, unable to tear my eyes from his.

Matias watches me. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice thrilling me.

I finish the oatmeal silently. My body is on edge, every sense heightened by his raw, primal energy.

As soon as the last bite passes my lips, Matias stands and pulls me to my feet. His hands are rough as they grip my shoulders, and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. Slowly, he begins to undress me.

I stand still, my breath coming in short gasps as he strips me. When he's done, I feel vulnerable and exposed.

Matias steps back, his eyes raking over my bare form. “You're beautiful,” he muses. “But you know what I want now.”

I swallow hard, my eyes dropping to the hard erection between his legs. His cock is thick, long and hard, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. A rush of heat floods my core.

Matias notices my gaze and chuckles darkly. “You like the power I have over you, don't you? The way I can make you want me with just a look.”

I remain silent, my cheeks flaming with shame and desire. He knows his effect on me, and he revels in it.

“Get on your knees, Kali,” he commands, his voice brooking no refusal. “Show me how much you want this dick.”

My knees hit the floor, and I lean forward, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, and I moan softly, the vibration pleasing him.

“Fuck,” he curses, his hands tangling in my hair. “Suck it, baby. Take all of me.”

I obey, taking him deeper into my throat, reveling in the way his breath quickens and his grip tightens in my hair. My power over him now is heady, and I feel a spark of triumph even as I submit to him.

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