Page 28 of Warped

I turn on the shower and step under the flow, letting the warm water soak my hair and course down my naked body. After a moment, clouds of steam envelop me, and I suddenly remember yesterday, when I first saw Traven standing beneath this same shower head, his naked body similarly shrouded in steam.

I remember the tapered muscles of his back, the hard mounds of his butt—and when he turned to face me, the big jutting pole of his erection.

Arousal tickles in my core.

How?

How could I possibly still be feeling horny after last night? In a matter of hours, I had more sex with the warpers than Stanley and I had during our entire months-long relationship. I should have had every ounce of desire bred out of me last night.

But we’re in the Warp now. The normal rules don’t apply.

I was warned about the Warp, but I guess I didn’t understand how intense the urges would be. It’s a raw animal hunger that supersedes all notions of decency or shame.

And I still have two more days of this to endure. Two more days until we reach Caldera. Two more days of being the warpers’ possession, their plaything to use and share however they see fit.

Ignoring the arousal that is steadily building within me, I snatch a loofa off the nearby rack, and I give it a few squirts from the liquid soap dispenser set into the shower wall. Then I scrunch it in my hands a few times, turning the soap into suds. Once I’ve got a good lather going, I work the loofa over my breasts, scrubbing away the sinful stains of the warpers made there.

As I’m doing that, Traven’s deep voice echoes in my brain.

What are you waiting for, woman? You’re the one who made this mess. Now get over here and clean it up.

I remember exactly how he looked when he said it, slouching in his chair like a king on his throne, his washboard abs streaked with cum, his cock still hard and throbbing with excitement.

And I remember how my own body throbbed in response.

I looked at Rek, who was still on top of me—stillinsideme. He just smirked and gave me a nod of encouragement.

“Go ahead,” he purred. “Clean him up, sweetheart. You know you want to.”

He was wrong, though. I didn’t want it.

Ineededit.

I needed to taste Traven’s cum. I needed to feel it, thick and creamy on my tongue. I needed it inside me, the same way Rek’s cum was inside me, warm and abundant.

My body shivered as Rek slowly withdrew from between my legs, and I whimpered softly as I felt his semen spilling out of me, staining the sheets beneath my body. I probably should have been embarrassed by such a filthy sensation, but all I could think about was how badly I needed more.

More sex. More cum. More attention.

I had never behaved even remotely like this with a man, let alone two of them at the same time. But the Warp had sunk its claws into me. It was controlling my desire.

I finally understood what Traven had meant about not holding back.

My body seemed to move of its own volition as I climbed down from the bed and crawled across the floor on my hands and knees. My eyes were locked with Traven’s, but I could see his massive erection jumping and twitching in my peripheral vision. Apparently he liked the sight of me crawling toward him like that, all needy and submissive.

I liked it too.

I liked the idea of being his pet, his plaything. I wanted to serve his filthy whims. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure, the same way Rek had just used me on the bed.

Slowly, I climbed Traven’s body, letting my naked front slide against his. My breasts glided against the long, thick shaft of his cock and the hard ridges of his cum-stained abs. The air wasthick with the pungent odor of his seed. It was a dirty smell, but it made my mouth water with desire.

As I came face to face with him, he seized me by my hair, holding me in place. His mouth was only inches from my own, and when he spoke, I could feel his breath on my lips.

“Are you ready to clean up the mess you made, woman?”

I felt a scorch of defiance inside my chest. This man was mean and cruel, and I knew I should be scared of him, but the fear only made me desire him more. It also made me want to provoke him a little, just to see what he would do.

“I didn’t make this mess,” I whispered. “You did.”

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