Page 58 of Pushed

His feet whispered over the carpet, quietly tapping away and then near, behind and in front. And still, I did as I was told, I kept my eyes shut and my voice to myself.

What is he doing?

How long will this last?

Jerking my shoulders, something had touched me, it tickled over my back and down my spine. It rolled around my midsection, circling my bellybutton and moving up towards my breasts.

I tried to remain motionless, allowing him to explore my body, giving him permission to do as he wanted.

But my muscles shivered and tingled the more he stroked my flesh with the weight of a spider web. I could feel it, I knew it was there, but I couldn't see it, I couldn't brush it off and wipe my skin clean.

And somewhere inside, someplace deep inside, I changed. I wasn't nervous, I was curious, I wasn't afraid, I was excited.

My nipples pebbled, my pussy clenched, my heart sped up; all while waiting for that touch to move and transform, to grow and evolve.

I felt the rope tighten around my wrists as the creaky squeal of rusty wheels echoed through the room. My arms lifted higher, drawing tension on my shoulders, forcing me to balance on the tips of my toes.

Breathing in slow through my nose, I bit my lip.

No talking, unless it becomes to much for me handle.

Why would he say that? Why would he request complete silence, but give me a single word. . . A safe word? Is that what it is?

His hand swept over my lower back, tracing the curve of my hip as he stepped in front of me. Then it was gone, his fingers broke free, pulling away as suddenly as they came.

I can take this.

He isn't going to hurt me. . . He isn't going to hurt me.

Machi pressed his toes to mine, forcing the heat off his body to melt over me. Every time he exhaled, I could feel it, every time he breathed in, I could hear it. His cologne wrapped around my senses, giving way to new crisp feelings and blackish cravings.

What else are you going to do?

What do you think I can handle?

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the flames in his gaze as he threatened to burn me with the heat of a million bonfires.

Smirking, I held my head higher, inviting him in.

His face steadied close to mine, his breath washed down my skin like hot silk, rolling across my mouth one lip at a time.

I inhaled, filling my chest with his air. Allowing him to feed me the oxygen I needed to survive.

Raking his fingers down my ribs, he curled them around my hips and lowered my panties over my thighs. Quivering in place, I felt the fabric break free, pooling around my ankles like a warm puddle.

My body tensed as the cold air licked my sex, reminding me—warning methat this was not who I was. That this world had taken me from normal and shoved me into rapid flames of lust and dark desire.

I was a toy, I was a student being taught for the devilishly greedy, who preyed on weakness and submission for their own satisfaction.

And in all that torment, all that hatred I felt for what this world was. . .

I enjoyed every second with him.

A low moan escaped my lips as pure ecstasy wriggled through my veins, creating a version of myself I had never known. I waited for more, Iwantedmore.

Rolling my hips, my back arched in, searching for his hands. I needed him to touch me again before I lost my mind. My lids shook trying to split wide, begging to see where he had gone, to know why he had stopped.

The quiet seemed to grow louder, it fizzled and popped in my ears as I searched the room for Machi. But I couldn't hear him.

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