Page 79 of Perilous

I’m now in his arms. His big, strong, arms. Throbbing biceps and vein filled forearms. He’s cradling me but not in a romantic way at all.

I’m just…here… Naked, in his arms, I am his prize. His toy. His…thing.

Peri carries me to the bathroom, where he then crouches down and places me onto the shower floor.

He stands. I sit and look up at him. I hug my knees like I did the last time I was in this shower.

Peri turns on the water and waits for it to get nice and warm before engaging the shower.

When the slightly hot water hits me, I groan loudly and put my head back. The water is soothing. Wetness all over my body. I focus on between my legs, parting my legs, and gently touching myself. Washing away all the evidence of Peri and I together.

I keep my eyes on him, staring up at him. I think I’m turning him on. I mean, what guy wouldn’t want to watch a woman masturbate in the shower, right?

Peri crouches once again and grabs my wrist so hard pain shoots up my arm. I swear I feel somethingpop. For a second I think he’s snapped my wrist like a pencil.

“You don’t get to touch your cunt ever again without my permission,” he growls at me. “Your cunt is now mine. I claimed you. I claimed your cunt. If I ever catch you touching your cunt again…”

My teeth chatter.

What? What will you do to me?

Peri releases his hold on my wrist and grabs my throat. He moves me so the water hits my face. For a second it feels good.

It’s a quick second though because I’m suddenly back in that secret room with my hands tied and my entire head getting dunked under water and being held there.

I can’t move right now. Peri wants me in this position. I place my hands to the slippery shower floor.

“Trust, Annika,” Peri says.

The word echoes in my head. Peri’s grip tightens at my throat. The shower water is hot, hitting my nose and my mouth. I know I’m not going to drown like this but I also know that without being able to breathe normally, it is making my body go crazy. Panic is desperately trying to take full control. And even if it did, it would have to compete with Peri.

Good luck.

Peri moves his hand to the back of my neck and he pulls.

“Stand up, doll,” he orders me.

I climb to my feet, my body aching, my legs not wanting to work. Peri’s hand abandons my neck and slides his fingers along my wet breasts. He then moves his hand away and slaps my left breast.

I groan.

“You’ve been claimed, Annika. I own you. Every part of you. Your pleasure. Everything. You have permission to touch your cunt, but only to clean it. Understand?”

Chills move up my spine. I never thought I’d come close to a position like this. Having a man telling me what I can and cannot do? Telling me when I can touch parts of my body?

Fuck you, Perilous!

Yet my heart races as I secretly enjoy the idea of compliance.

“Yes, sir,” I say.

His nose twitches a little. He steps away from the shower. I don’t mean for it to happen but my chin quivers. Peri picks right up on that.

Fuck.

“Something you want to say right now, doll?”

I swallow hard.

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