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He parts my ass cheeks and slides his semi-hard cock back inside me.

I sigh in relief as the empty feeling vanishes and I feel … centered. Grounded.

I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m sure it’s just the intensity of the experience fucking up my head, but that’s how I feel.

Like this is right.

Like I’m exactly where I belong.

EIGHT

Lucas

Now that I’m alone in the bed, I feel a little stupid. I completely fell apart. I cametwice. Without ever touching my cock. While being fucked by a man.

I have never, ever had a sexual experience like that. It rewrote something inside me, changed me fundamentally. Or maybe it simply revealed the truth, showed me what I need.

I loved how he took control of me. It was scary, but giving up control was part of what made it feel so good. I didn’t have to make decisions or think, which meant I didn’toverthink like I usually do. All I had to do was feel.

And, god, it felt good.

I didn’t even know I could come handsfree like that. I had no idea it would feel so good to have a man’s cock inside me.

More than that, it felt good to be wanted. And seeing that huge cock so hard for me, feeling the way he fucked me, how he came, how he held me after with his cock inside me like it belonged there … I definitely felt wanted.

In his arms, with him inside me, some anxious, restless part of me settled for the first time in my whole life. I felt … peace.

But the instant he got up from the bed to go wash up in the bathroom, that anxious, restless part stirred again, and my usual feeling of being pathetic and dumb returned in full force.

I was so loud. I’m never loud. I don’t cry out like that. I don’t moan. And I was so needy after. That’s not like me.

The worst thing is that I’m attributing so much meaning to this. I know, logically, that I’m wrong. I have to be. I mean, comeon. I don’t know him. I don’t know anything about him. I don’t even know his name. He doesn’t know me either.

And what am I imagining that any of this could mean anyway?

I’m in a prison cell, and not even a legal one. I’m not getting out of here, regardless of whether Frank repays his debt.

My disappearance will barely be a blip on anyone’s radar. The guy who owns the gym I clean might try to call me, but when I never answer, he’ll be annoyed and hire someone else. When I don’t pay my rent, my landlord will bitch about clearing out my shit, but that’s all.

No one will look for me. No one will report me missing. No one will care.

These thoughts form so easily, so automatically that I’m lost in them in seconds. I’m so lost in them that I don’t see Briggs approach the gate. I don’t notice him until he’s unlocking it.

He pulls it open and puts a finger to his lips. My heart jumps. I glance toward the bathroom. I can’t see the fighter around the partial wall, and all I can hear is the tap running.

I look at Briggs again. He motions me forward.

I almost,almostget up at the sight of that open gate. Of course I want out. Of course I want freedom. But I have a very bad feeling about the man offering it to me.

Briggs opens the gate further. He glances at the bathroom then steps into the cell. He draws his gun and points it at me.

“Make a noise,” he whispers, “and I’ll fucking kill you. Get over here. Now.”

Shit.

I toss the blanket aside and get up. Before heading into the bathroom, the fighter used some gauze to clean up the traces of cum on my stomach, but I can feel it leaking from my hole as I stand. I can feel the soreness of having been fucked. That,combined with the fact that I’m naked? I feel pretty fucking vulnerable.

And that’sbeforeI notice the hard ridge of Briggs’s cock in his black pants.

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