Page 5 of Under Her Skin

“Callum won’t even want you after this.” He pumps his fingers in my vagina with one hand as he circles my clit with the other. I know I’m close to an orgasm and try to push it down.

“Who do you belong to?” He whispers, forcing another finger inside me. I whimper, but the sound only seems to encourage him. His actions grow frenzied, but when I don’t answer, he pinches hard on my clit. I cry out before dissolving into sobs. “Who do you belong to?” He asks again. When I still don’t answer, he draws away from me completely. For a moment, I think my resistance has worked. When I look up, he’s watching me.

“I can make this very painful for you, Ava, and I will.” His eyes have taken on a predatory glint as he spits into his hand.

“No, no, please,” I wine as he forces three of his fingers into my opening. I cry out with burning pain and undeniable, horrific pleasure. I know I don’t want this from him, but when he brings his other hand back onto my clit, I know I won’t be able to fight the reaction. His movements are vicious, and he asks his question again.

“Who do you belong to?” He growls. I can’t bring myself to answer. If I do, I feel like it will officially ruin everything Cal and I have together. God, just the thought of Cal right now fills me with more self-loathing than I’ve ever felt.

He withdraws himself again, the sudden removal startling me. “I can make you suffer all day, Ava. I’ll keep you right on the edge for hours until you’re begging me to finish you off. Have you ever felt that kind of pain? Every time you refuse me, I’ll stretch you out even more. Even if it means tearing you the fuck apart.” He spits into his hand again while I push and pull against my restraints.

The wound on my vulva is steadily trickling blood as he wedges four fingers into my opening. He doesn’t look away from my core as I weep and beg. He pinches my clit; the overstimulation is painful.

“Who do you belong to?” He says again. This time, his voice sounds deadly.

“You,” I whisper as tears drip into my mouth. He smirks and brings his fingers back to my clit. I instantly climax, the pleasure immediately giving way to nausea. He stays inside of me until my muscles have stopped clenching.

“My name is Kiel,” he tells me before standing and walking out of the room, leaving me with my shame.

6

AVA

I know I slept for at least a short time because I dreamt of Eliott. For better or worse, I couldn’t spend long reliving that awful night in the frat house because my bladder forced me awake. No matter how much I try to shift my weight, I can’t escape the cramping in my abdomen. I try to focus on the sounds in the room again, but the drip in the sink only reminds me of how much I need to relieve myself.

I’ve nearly resigned myself to wetting the bed when the door opens. Kiel walks in, and I nearly spit on his feet as he passes me.

“Waiting for me to piss the bed?” I hiss. He laughs, the sound vibrant and filling the small space. A man walks in behind him, momentarily stunning me. He’s tall and wearing light blue scrubs. Kiel leans against the sink counter, just watching me as the new person rummages through the cabinets in the room. The man approaches me with a bedpan, making me balk.

“Wait, I can’t use that,” I interject. The man pauses and looks at Kiel, who shrugs.

“You can either use it and accept the assistance of my friend here, or you can, as you put it, ‘piss the bed.’ Your choice.” He smirks as if that’s a choice at all. I consider wetting the bed in hopes that they might release me to clean the sheets, but they’d be more likely to make me sit in the mess.

“Fine,” I mutter. The man approaches. When he lifts me up, I realize how much I’ve been sweating. The room is freezing, but my lower back is damp. He slides the bedpan underneath me and waits expectantly. I glance over at Kiel to see that he’s moved closer.

“Freak,” I say as he watches me carefully. He smiles but doesn’t respond.

“Do you have to go or not?” The man says and begins reaching for the bedpan.

“Yes, hold on,” I say quickly. The relief is instant, but my cheeks feel red as Kiel watches the urine trickle into the bedpan below me. My humiliation only grows at how long it takes to empty my bladder. Kiel doesn’t look away from my core the entire time, gripping the front of his jeans. When I’m finally done, the man in scrubs lifts me up to remove the collection.

“Planning to drink that?” I ask Kiel and he laughs again.

“I’d put anything from your body in my mouth, pretty girl.” I press my lips together, my comment having the opposite of my intended effect. The man in scrubs returns to my bed and moves suddenly toward my core. I flinch as he wipes me with a cold cloth.

I was clean after a few wipes, but he lingers, the pressure hovering then circling around my clit. I watch him in horror as he looks over his shoulder to see Kiel facing away from us, disposing of my waste. The man slips a bare finger between my slit and fingers my opening. His eyes are locked on mine. I have never seen eyes so cold in my life. I debate calling for Kiel, but don’t imagine I’d get much help from him. He curls his fingers into me, but quickly withdraws as Kiel turns around. The man tosses the wipe before leaving us in the room.

“Feel better?” Kiel asks, as if I hadn’t been moments away from soiling the mattress. I don’t respond, which makes him frown. “It has become apparent that you are incredibly strong willed. In some ways, I enjoy that. In others, it is simply unacceptable. For instance, you should always know who you belong to. As much as I enjoyed my time with you during our last session, your disobedience will not be tolerated. This is a lesson that needs to be cemented and you will learn it now or face the consequences.”

Dread coils in my belly again as he turns away from me, studying the instrument cart. Kiel selects a wicked blade and approaches my bed. He uses the other hand to unbutton his pants. A moment later, he pulls his cock free to stroke himself a few times. He’s massive and I know he’ll hurt me.

“This is for your own good,” he claims, dragging the blade through an unmarred patch of skin. I can’t help it; I cry out. “I love it when you make that sound,” he groans as he grabs himself. Hot blood erupts from the wound on my belly and trickles down my side. He finds a place on my thigh where he creates a laceration there as well. He pumps into his hand as I sob.

“Remind me, Ava. Who do you belong to?” Kiel cuts below my navel.

“You!” I shriek, my voice breaking on the word.

“That’s right,” he says, and cuts right next to my nipple. I gasp, suddenly terrified he might remove a part of my body. He seems to sense my fear because he grabs hold of my breast and massages it. The pressure opens the wound further; the contact against his skin burns red hot.

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