Page 10 of Kristoff

The warm water runs over my body, soothing some of the ache from my muscles. I’m deeply aware of the monster lurking on the other side of the door, but I push him from my mind as best I can. This may be the best feeling I have all day and I’m going to enjoy it.

Remembering the breathing techniques I was taught, I take deep steady breaths and let the warm water run over my head. Water runs down my face, over my shoulders. I wonder briefly about the stitches, but shove that thought away and concentrate on my breathing.

No matter what happens next, I will survive. I will find a way out of this fucking stronghold and get free.

“Time’s up.” A hard knock on the door ruins what tranquility I was able to find.

I quickly wash and turn the water off.

The door opens and he’s there again, hovering with a towel. I try to take it from him, but he shakes his head.

“No, I’ll dry you.” He looks down at the bath mat where I assume he wants me to stand. Fine, if he wants to dry me - go ahead. I have more important things to worry about. Like what he is going to do to me in the bedroom.

The plush towel runs over my body and he makes quick work of the task, only slowing down his movements when he’s drying my breasts. When he reaches my sex, he squats down before me.

“Open your legs,” he commands.

“I’m fine there,” I say, but he slaps my thigh hard. “Fuck. Fine.” I move my right leg out and stand with my feet shoulder length apart.

The towel runs up my inner thighs to my sex. I think back to the last time I shaved, not that I should care, but find myself relieved to remember I had taken care of it just the other day.

“You’re wet,” he accuses with some levity in his tone.

“Yeah. That’s what happens when you take a shower.” I remark with more snark than I intend. My nerves are running wild and controlling my tongue is becoming harder and harder to do. And it’s not helping that my body keeps reacting to him. My pussy is wet; I can feel it and it’s not the water from the shower.

“Hmm.” He doesn’t reprimand me for my remark.

The towel falls to the floor, and he holds my hips. I try to pull back, but he’s too strong and his mouth is on me next. His tongue swipes through my folds and swirls around my clit.

I fight back the moan and try to step away from him, but he’s just too damn determined. Suckling my clit into his mouth, I let the moan escape. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched like this - have I ever been touched like this?

His tongue is as stern as the rest of him, and he continues to lick and suck my sex until I’m a heaving statue. I want to grip his hair, drag him up and down my pussy, but I manage to control myself enough not to.

“You will come for me,” he says and thrusts two fingers into my passage.

“No.” I shake my head, but arch toward him wanting more than just his fingers.

“Yes, you will. And only when I give permission. Come hard for me, right here.” He fucks me with his fingers, curling them slightly and hitting the exact right spot. I should pull away now that he’s only got one hand on me, but instead, my body leans into him.

He’s biting me, sucking, licking, fucking, all the right movements, all the right sensations.

“Come,” he orders in that stern tone of his. The one that should send fear through me, but not in this instant. Not when he moans and flicks his tongue over my clit faster and faster while his fingers are pumping in and out of me.

I can’t. I can’t come just because he said or because he’s touching me. I need to get away.

“Come, Magdalena, be a good girl for me.”

Oh fuck.

“Your pussy is so tight, so good, now be good too, come for me,” he says, and the tip of his tongue touches my clit spiraling me out of control. The waves ripple through my body, from my head to my clit and back. Screams fill the bathroom. Mine. My screams. My hands grab for the wall behind me to keep from falling over.

He doesn’t stop, he keeps fingering me until the very last pulse falls away and then he places a soft kiss to my clit and sits back. My chest heaves and I suck in air as I watch him lick his fingers clean of my juices.

I caved.

I lost.

Just like he said I would.

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