Page 51 of The Truth Between

IRIS

Excitement filled me as I replayed Soren’s words over and over again in my mind. My mouth opened and closed and then opened once more before I was able to form the words to speak. “I understand.”

Soren nodded and said, “You have ten minutes.” With one final glance, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone to digest the things he’d said. It took me a second to process what was going on before I sprang into action.

I first walked to the closet and found all the lingerie he’d purchased for me. When I’d seen it initially, I thought it was oddly presumptuous of him to think that this would ever be used, but now I was grateful that he’d been prepared. All the pieces were beautiful.

I quickly freshened up in the bathroom. I made sure to brush my teeth and my hair, removing any of the snags that had been in it to help it lay loosely down my back. I carefully slipped into a dark-purple lingerie set that I found and adjusted it so that my tits and ass looked even more phenomenal in it. I grasped my breasts, enjoying the way the fabric felt in my hands, and when my eyes landed on my face once again, I realized that I didn’t recognize myself.

What had the woman in the mirror turned into? I wasn’t quite sure and the thought of not knowing who I was scared me. But right now, I was just wasting time.

With one final glance at myself, I knew I made the right decision. I turned on my heel and walked as fast as I could to Soren’s bedroom. When I opened the door, there was no one there, leaving me in a state of confusion.

Soren wasn’t there.

Although I thought it was strange, I still did as Soren said. I closed the door behind me and then got on my knees in the middle of the room. I waited for what felt like an eternity before I heard a noise coming from outside his bedroom door.

My breath caught in my throat as the door opened and Soren stepped into the room. I couldn’t see his face because I was looking at the ground, but I could feel his stare. “Aren’t you quite the good girl, petal?”

It felt as if all my senses were on fire. I didn’t know what he was going to do, and the thought was both frightening and thrilling.

“Let’s see how long you staygood.”

I swallowed hard as I heard the creaking of the floorboards under his weight. Then I saw his shoes appear in my peripheral as he walked closer to me, one step at a time.

The only thing that I could hear between the two of us was the sound of him walking around me, inspecting every inch of me and my breathing, the harshness of which was grating to my ears.

His hand gently caressed the side of my face, and I found myself instinctively leaning into his touch. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I was willing to see where all of this would go.

Every second that passed when he didn’t make a move made my nerves kick things up another notch. His hand drifted away as he walked around me before he left my field of vision. I heard the sound of his mattress dipping under his weight, or so I assumed.

“What was one of the first things I told you that you were going to do when I locked you in my basement?”

The question stumped me. I tried to bring up every memory of my time in captivity to figure out what he was talking about, but came up empty. “I don’t remember.”

“Try again. It was the reason why I handcuffed your ankle to the wall and not your wrist.”

I licked my lips as I tried hard to think about it. When it came to me, it hit me like a semitruck. “You wanted me to crawl to you and beg you to let me go.”

“Excellent. That’s what you’re going to do now. However, you’ll be begging me to let you come. Crawl to me, Iris.”

That hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but then again, Soren didn’t tend to act like everyone else.

And what was my response to his demand?

My body moved as if caught in a trance as I assumed the position necessary to crawl toward him. I lifted my head slightly and my eyes met his. His gaze was intense as he watched every move I made, and I only grew more excited.

I finally reached him and stopped at his feet. My eyes never left his as I waited for what he had in store for me next. He used his fingers to grab my chin and tilted my head up.

“Undo my pants and pull out my cock.” His voice was commanding, but there was a touch of gentleness.

I took a deep breath before I got up on my knees and my hands made their way to his belt.

My fingers trembled as I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I made sure to take my time because it was obvious how hard he was. I continued moving as gently as I could until I was holding his dick in my hands. My fingers wrapped around him, and I smiled when I heard his sharp intake of air.

He moaned softly in pleasure as I stroked him, and when I moved my hand faster, the sounds from his lips grew louder.

And that was before I took him in my mouth.

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