Page 94 of Silenced

On top of the fertility issues, I have other health problems that a man like him would be freaked out by when he only knows zombie females who don’t get things like periods and zits…

But his dick says he’s not lying.

I’ve seen it in the flesh every time we shower. I’ve felt it digging into me when I eat. I’ve watched him jack off over my pussy.

He has erectile dysfunction in the sense that it’s always working.

Because of me?

It seems unlikely, but this game of ‘show and tell’ speaks louder than words.

After dealing with a faulty one for years, I’m not sure I trust that his isn’t broken too.

Harvey’s never worked properly; the Viagra stopped being effective after a short run even if he keeps hoping one day it’ll work again. On the other hand, Nikolai’s never fails to rise to the occasion—why must everything I’ve got to deal with be polar opposites?

Huffing at the thought, I take note of the thick shaft as my fingers struggle to curve around him entirely.

I could try to crush it in my hand. Make him pay for holding me here in his master suite. Have him suffer for the promise he gives me with a dick that is always erect around my fat ass. Instead, I swallow and shape it through his fly.

Like an alien has taken over me, I sit up soon after. This time, both hands move to his crotch and I pull down the zipper so that I can dig between the tines and free him.

He’s thicker than Harvey. Enough that, after years of only fucking my ex, I know he’d be a tight fit.

He’s longer too—nine inches, maybe?

Harvey was barely six.

Maybe it’s the hot water, but I’m flushed and overheated and kind of enchanted by his response tome.

When I touch his shaft, he shudders and angles himself so that I can get better access. His features lock: jaw clenching, nostrils flaring, and eyes narrowing into slits.

All of that intensity is aimed at me.

It’s mine—I did that.

A heady feeling of success roars through me.

Harvey took that away from me. He stole the innate feminine power that a woman has when she gets her man hard. His issues didn’t do that—I understand how the body can work against you. That’s exactly what PCOS is, after all. But he vilified me when it washisissue, not mine.

He made me feel lesser than.

He made me feel ugly.

The triumph I experience as I shape Nikolai’s dick with my fingers has any nerves fading. I’ve never done this before with him. It’s always him touching me, him stroking me, him gettingmeoff.

I blow out a breath as I let my other hand find his balls.

They’re hot and heavy in my palm. Throbbing, almost. Filled withlife.

The back of my hand brushes the pulsing vein that runs along the underside and I know it’s wrong to crave my captor, but I want to feel that.

It’s mine.

It belongs to me.

I did it.

I made him hard.

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