Page 31 of Ship Happens
I don’t respond. After what just happened, I never want to speak to her again. Part of it is the embarrassment, but it’s mostly the frustration. I allowed her to get me this upset.
With my jaw set, I turn and unlatch my side of the cuff, then hurry to fasten it to the bedpost. As I slide the key into my pocket, she finally realizes I have no intention of setting her free. That’s when the panic sets in.
“Lots of guys nut fast,” she says. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about, and it’s certainly not a reason to kill people. Is that why you do it? Because you’re sexually frustrated?” She yanks on the cuff.
“The profiling only works when the killers slot nicely into your predesignated boxes. We don’t fit your boxes, so stop trying to cram us in there. That’s why you’ve had to resort to these measures to find some of us.”
I stand and go to my bag so that I can get a clean pair of pants. Though I didn’t come a gallon, it’s enough to leave me uncomfortable in more ways than one.
“You can’t just leave me cuffed to the fucking bed,” she says as I gather my things.
“Oh, I can and I will. But it won’t be up to me. I’m telling Jim I need to switch rooms.” I start to leave, then decide to give her a parting shot. “Whoever comes after me may not be so kind, you know. Not all of us are sexual sadists, but not all of us aren’t, either.”
She tugs frantically on the cuff and lets out a low growl as I exit the cabin in search of Jim. Good fucking riddance.
Chapter Fourteen
Frankie
The hours pass, though I can’t track them. Not with the clock lying on the floor, unplugged and lifeless. I judge the time by the light along the edge of the blackout curtains. Lunchtime comes and goes, and still I remain chained to the bed. I guess the cooking class is off the table.
By the time the sun begins to set, the bottle of water I’ve rationed has run dry. It’s also run straight through me, and I’ve needed to piss for too long at this point. If I were a man, this wouldn’t be a problem. I’d just hold the tip of my dick to the bottle’s narrow opening and release the floodgates. Meanwhile, with my current plumbing, I struggle to piss in a cup at the doctor’s office without wetting my hand.
When I get out of this predicament, I’ll have Maverick’s head on a platter. Fuck discovering Jim Madigan’s little secrets. I want a peek behind a different curtain.
I could have done both if I hadn’t embarrassed blondie. How was I supposed to know his broken dick came with a high-pressure valve? It’s not my fault he gets off from dry humping.
It was kind of hot, though. Not gonna lie.
“No, no, no,” I whisper to myself. “We aren’t going there, Frankie. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
But my bagisright there . . . and it’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon . . .
I haven’t masturbated in months. There was a time in my life when I would rub one out twice a day, but as my career took off after years of being overlooked, I couldn’t find the energy. I’ve neglected pleasure in favor of pursuit.
But now that I’m chained to the bed, pursuit is off the table.
“Fuck it.”
I dip over the side of the bed and pull my bag into my lap. The little silicone toy is tucked away in the false bottom. It’s probably dead and this is all for nothing, but I ease it out of its hiding place, anyway. As I depress the button, I’m surprised when it buzzes to life.
I click the button again, and it goes to the alternating vibrations. Why is it so loud? Has it always sounded like a horde of bees? If anyone hears me preparing to pollinate my flower, I’ll be mortified.
With another click, the toy shuts off. I stuff a pillow over my lap, followed by my light blanket. My shirt is already off, but I have no plans to strip further. It’s been so long that the slightest touch to my nether regions will send me spiraling into oblivion. The shorts won’t be an issue.
Closing my eyes, I warm myself to thoughts of a faceless man. He has blond hair, but like I said, he’s faceless, so it isn’t Maverick. The stranger leans over me, nipping my skin and getting closer to my breasts.
The toy buzzes to life between my legs, and I press it against my shorts. Vibrations travel through the fabric. It’s not enough, though, so I spread my legs and press harder.
In my mind, the blond stranger peers up at me with green eyes.Wait. No. Make them brown... And the headboard knocks against the wall as Not Maverick thrusts into me.
Knock, knock, knock.
My eyes pop open. That sound didn’t come from my fantasy. Someone is knocking at the door.
And apparently, this person is a doctor, because the door opens before I even have a chance to invite them in. Or shut off my fucking sex toy. My finger scrambles to find the button as footsteps stomp nearer, but it’s as if the damn thing ceased to exist. Finally, my finger lands on the small depression, and I press it and shove the toy into my shorts. I’ve just gotten my hand above the blanket when Jim rounds the corner.
I pull the blanket higher on my chest. He doesn’t seem shocked to find me in my current position, so I have to assume Maverick went straight to him to pawn me off on someone else, just as he said he would.
