Page 98 of Psyop Kings

He slips his finger out, massages my clit until I start to tremble, then slides two fingers back inside of me. It feels good and too much all at once. I’m suddenly imagining this man—my captor—taking my virginity on this very wall.

Would it hurt?

Would he be gentle?

His fingers fuck roughly inside me, going as deep as my body will allow. All because I begged for it. It kind of hurts, but there’s also a place inside me that he keeps touching that makes my body jolt alive as though I’ve stepped on a charged wire.

“Right there,” I find myself hissing. “Ah. Yes. There.”

He slides a third finger into my body, and it makes me whimper. It’s painful. I think I feel my body tearing or maybe it’s my imagination. Regardless, it takes the fun out of it. I tense up in his arms.

“This virgin hole needs work,” he murmurs, movements going slower. “You think you want to get fucked with a big cocklike mine, but your tight little body can’t take it. Not yet. You’re inexperienced and you’ll need me to stretch you if you want to find any pleasure in the act.”

I don’t want to sleep with him.

Five seconds ago, you imagined him railing you.

Heat burns hot on my cheeks, and I nod in agreement. He slides the third finger out and continues probing the lovely spot inside of me with just two fingers that makes me dizzy. It doesn’t take much longer until he brings me over the edge, crashing into a delicious orgasm. My body shudders violently as the pleasure consumes me. Caius doesn’t stop the circling of his fingertips while devouring my mouth in earnest. It’s not until he takes me into another shuddering wave of pleasure that I can’t take it any longer. The sensations are too overwhelming.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I chant in a whisper. “Please.”

He pulls back and slides his fingers out of me. “You’re a good little girl. Now you can have what you want.”

What do I want again?

Megan.

I want to talk to Megan.

A cold shower of reality washes over me as Caius moves my panties back in place and lowers my leg. I stand, shaking and turned on, as he rights my dress. I’m still reeling from the act when my eyes lock onto Gareth’s. He storms past us, muttering something unintelligible as he passes. Caius doesn’t acknowledge him or indicate that he feels bad for doing that to me with witnesses nearby.

Was that whole show for Gareth’s benefit?

Of course it was. I’m the stupid girl who got caught up in the game of pretend.

“Come on,” Caius says, taking hold of my hand, wet fingers interlocking with mine. “I have a promise to fulfill.”

The trek back to our room is a blur as I sift through my emotions. I want to feel angry and disgusted at his touch, but it’s far from the truth. I’d liked his kissing and touches. The man plays my body like it’s something he’s practiced on all his life. Is that how sex will be with him? An act where I lose all touch with reality? Is that part of his plans to mentally dominate me?

Once inside our room, he heads to the bathroom. While he’s gone, I quickly shed the dress and heels, then pull on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank. Caius grunts from beyond the door.

Is he getting himself off?

My cheeks burn hot and I can’t ignore the throb in my core. Sleeping with him is not an option. I can’t do it no matter how much my body wants it. If I have any hope of escaping the Crowne chains I’m in, it has to be a hard limit of mine.

He’s an evil piece of this dark game I’m in.

I can’t forget that.

The toilet flushes and I can hear the sink turn on. After a few minutes, he returns, tie in hand and shirt fully unbuttoned. His heated gaze rakes over my pajamas and he shakes his head as if he’s annoyed with me.

For what, I have no idea.

“I’m ready,” I tell him, tugging the hair tie out, letting my blond hair fall to my shoulders. “Call her.”

He studies me for a beat and then walks over to the desk where his laptop sits. I wait impatiently as he taps away on his screen. Then I hear the distinct sound through the speaker of a line ringing.

“Hello?”

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