Page 22 of Bottoms
I heard a noise through the wall behind me, and my hand stilled while the air stuck in my lungs. Light noises filtered through before I heard the telltale sound of another faucet coming to life.
The asshole really did have another bathroom on his side of the house.
I exhaled slowly, releasing the stuck air while deciding to start moving my fingers again. Fynn wasn’t going to stop me from doing this for myself. Leaning back into the wall that separated Fynn’s shower from mine, my feet inched apart inside the small space to give my hand more room to work in. The hot water ran down between my breasts and flowed to where my fingers rubbed lazy circles over my clit. My body responded as if starved, letting me slowly work myself up the way the boys so expertly could.
I didn’t need them for anything.
“Fuck yes.” Fynn’s growling voice drifted through the walls, making me freeze once more.
My heart hammered in my chest as my eyes shot open, looking around to see if there were any cameras. Another groan, softer this time, caused me to turn and stare at the wall as if I could see through it if I focused hard enough.
“Oh yes, just like that.”
I swallowed hard as his words seemed to have the same effect my fingers had a few moments ago. They started moving on their own, slipping through my folds, undeterred. I leaned back against the shared wall, this time straining my ears for more.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
My fingers worked faster, rubbing across the sensitive bundle of nerves at a lightning-quick pace. My body was building towards an orgasm while I imagined Fynn on the other side of the wall. All his clothes were off. His dirty blond hair was wet and slicked back while he wrapped his thick hand around his equally thick cock. Squeezing and pumping. His head tilted back to expose his throat.
Part of my mind objected, but that only made a different part of me want it even more.
The orgasm that ripped through me as Fynn groaned out his conclusion left me shaking, as I covered my mouth with my other hand to keep any slight whimpers to myself. I rocked against my hand, pushing a finger deep inside me while I imagined myself milking every bit of cum from Fynn’s cock.
The moment the rush of emotions washed away, like the withdrawal of the tide, I was left horrified as the realization of what I had just done came crashing around me. Shame filled me, and I quickly pulled my finger from between my legs and grabbed the soap bar to wash away any evidence of my arousal.
A loud, purposeful knock came against the wall, making me jump.
“The hot water still isn’t infinite. Don’t take too long, or I’ll come in and finish you up.”
I spun the knob and shut the water off, not feeling empowered like I wanted. I just felt confused.
A Night of Murder
Fromthatdayonward,I wasn’t bored. But I’d quickly learned there were many kinds of pain in the world. Not all of them were a ticket to mental clarity. My muscles had never ached so badly. I nearly cried the first morning after strength training with Fynn when I tried to walk down the first step of the staircase. My thighs burned while I gripped onto the banister for dear life.
Fynn had smirked at me from the dining room table when I emerged from the staircase of Hell. He hadn’t made me do more strength training that day, but I wasn’t allowed to rest either. Instead, we settled into a routine of pushing my body to the limit and then weapons training the following day.
I wouldn’t admit it to Fynn, but I was thankful for the demanding routine. It gave me a purpose to get up in the mornings, no matter how sore. My abilities and body slowly changed, and I realized what Fynn was doing. He was doing this on purpose. Transforming me into something different. Something of his own design. I had lost the will to fight for the part of me I used to be. I stopped caring about the same time I stopped carving notches in my bed.
The sun broke through the thick line of trees only a few minutes after I stepped onto the front porch with my steaming hot cup of coffee. Fynn sat in his wooden rocking chair, a cigarette cradled between his fingers, while he read over his morning report.
I sat in my wooden rocking chair before pulling my legs up and wrapping a blanket around my lap. Cool morning air filled my lungs, and a smile cracked between my lips before I took a tentative sip of my coffee. I still wasn’t a fan of the cold, but I was starting to see the beauty in the world I had avoided. The mornings were cold enough for frost to stick to the grass. The tiny ice crystals caught the first rays of sunlight that reached through the forest. It glistened like a field of diamonds.
Fucking beautiful.
I took another sip of my coffee, knowing that the spring air would have cooled it enough by now.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” Fynn started, putting the report on the small table between us. It and the chairs had magically appeared one day.
“Uh, oh,” I said, laughing lightly as I turned to face him.
He wore a heavy black coat matching his dark jeans and boots. His hair was down, poking out of the bottom of his black beanie hat. His gaze settled on mine and a smile crept across his lips before he took a satisfying drag.
“You want to go to work with me today?” he asked while exhaling.
My mind skipped tracks, which must have shown on my face, because Fynn’s smile grew wider.
“You’re not scared I’ll take off once you let me out of this bubble?” I said with a teasing smile. It had become a sort of game we played. Both of us knew that I could have escaped by now if I wanted to.
