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“Okay, that’s enough.” He pulls the cup away from my grip and gently pushes my chest with his palm so that I lie down. “Now be a good girl and go to sleep.”

I hold on to his palm on my chest, taking in the warmth of it until slumber carries me away from this horrible place. For the first time since being here, sleep is not filled with horrible dreams and memories. It's deep.

It’s like this now. I only drink water after I swallow his come and climax while he sucks my tit. It becomes such a routine that the minute I hear the other door clanking, his footsteps getting closer, my pussy throbs,gets wet–even aches for his presence. Every time I hear him coming, I put the blindfold on, knowing he doesn’t like me to see him.

It’s the only time I get to hear, touch, feel something else other than the lonely, dark cold silence. I realize he’s happy when he turns on the dim light of the bathroom and leaves it like that.Sometimes he takes too long to come take care of me and I panic that once again I may be left here to die alone.

Chapter nineteen

Oh My Sweet Girl

Julian

This has been the best five months of my life. Astoria is with me. No one and nothing else touches her, gets to see, hear, or to feel her. Her dependence and craving for me have grown exponentially. She lives to suck the come out of my cock and does it so fucking well. I love that I'm the one who has trained her. Sometimes I feel as if she’s gonna suck my soul out, too. No man could tell me they wouldn’t like that, not with a straight face. She’s all mine.

This is what I’ve been wanting, no, needing, all my life. Despite my desires, I haven’t fucked her again because what’s happened is amazing. I didn’t know it would be so easy to bend her will and sanity into needing me this much. Hell, for a while there, I thought she would die from the stabbing and whipping. I lost control and my rage blinded me. After I tried so hard to be the nice guy, she cheated on me. She’s lucky she’s kept me busy enough that I haven’t had time to go kill her little boyfriend who won’t shut up about her in the news.

Our routine is now set and clear. I come in, jerk off, then relieve myself in her mouth. She swallows it all, comes while I suck her breast, then I give her water. I feed her yogurt or soft foods that won’t hurt her throat. She’s so perfectly fucked up for me.

After a few weeks, I decide to take a break, because I want to see if she really still needs me as much as the first time or if it’s all a habit. I want to test if she really craves the affection and praise I give her. She has access to the water from the bathroom, which she showed no aversion to drinking. I guess I want to know if it’s true love. At first I plan the experiment for two days, but I resist. For a whole month, I don't walk into her cell, only leaving her meals at the door.One night after taking the tray, I pretend to leave but return to hear her sobbing as violently as she did that night when she threw the tray at the wall. The butterflies in my stomach flutter.

She needs me. I bathe in the satisfaction those words give me.

Today, I woke up with an unquenchable thirst for her. It’s over. I can’t take this anymore. I shower, go to work, deal with twenty-four patients coming in and out, then with their medical records. Kristin comes into my office at the end of the day.

“How are you? We never really talk because there’s so much work.”

“I’m fine, Kristin. How are the kids?”

“Oh you know, obnoxious, growing up, cute, incorrigible, insane, adorable, the reason I breathe.”

I chuckle. “Yeah. Sounds like so much fun.”

“It is… In a weird way.” She sighs. “I worry about you, you know.”

“Me? Don’t you have enough people to worry about?”

“Yes. I do. But for a while there… you seemed like you were about to explode. Now you’re more relaxed.”

“What are you doing during spring break?” I ask to avert the subject of my personal life as I always do.

“Actually, we’re going to the Caribbean.”

“Leaving tomorrow, I presume?”

“Yeah. For all of spring break.”

“Well, then, don’t let me keep you. I’m sure you have a thousand bags to pack.”

“Oof, don’t remind me.” Kristin stands up and at the door, with a real big smile, says, “Bye Doc.”

“Have a wonderful time, Kristin. I’ll see you in a week.”

No one noticed, but all day long, I’ve been hard, knowing today is the day that I’ll have her again. I’ve been as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. When I arrive home, as usual, I check that everything is in place and locked safely away. I eat dinner while watching another video on updated gynecological treatments and procedures. In the shower, I jerk off so that when her hot mouth and throat wrap themselves around my cock, I can last even longer. After drying myself and grabbing two bottles of water for her, plus her food, I walk, completely naked, to her cell. As I climb down the steps, it tickles me pink to think that she’s been waiting all day long to suck my dick.

I leave the bright light on in the hall and open the door so that I can enjoy the beauty of her. She’s sitting down, with the blindfold on and her uncovered legs in a pretzel, just like she knows I prefer. She’s become such a good girl that even after a month of my neglect, she's still trying to please me. The thought of it warms my heart. As soon as I stand next to her, a miracle happens. Without a word, she searches with her hands for my cock, places her palms on my pelvis, after taking it in her mouth, immediately sucking on it as if her life depends on it. It grows hard in her warmth as her lips, tongue and the inside of her cheeks rub against it. She pulls her head back until the very tip is about to fall only to allow all of it to fill her tight throat.

“Oh… my sweet girl.”

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