I didn’t enjoy the act itself.
Her reactions, however, were worth every second.
I dried my hands and wrists, worked lotion into my skin, then pulled a fresh pair of gloves from the box still sitting on the counter.
The satisfying snapping sound felt good.
Another glance at the time.
I decided to give her five more minutes.
Five minutes lying there—helpless—with my thermometer lodged inside her.
Let her feel me.
Let her come to heel, like a good bitch should.
???
I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them, naked, then slipped the swimming nose clip over my nose. She was asleep when I pulled back the covers and slid into the bed beside her. There was more heat trapped beneath the blankets than the night before—a good sign.
I tested the air a few times, but the nose clip did its job.
It felt wrong, having someone lying next to me. Foreign. Intrusive.
I focused instead on the image of her face in the morning—the hatred, the disgust when she realised where she was and who she’d slept beside.
The reward outweighed the discomfort.
In the dark, I smiled.
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“Get away from me, freak.”
Her voice hissed, dragging me out of sleep.
Her cloying scent flooded my lungs as I breathed in—and then horror hit. I was gripping her leg. My dick was leaking against her hot flesh.
“Are you—?” she started, then stopped short, gagging.“I’m gonna puke.”
She tried to kick me away, but her muscles were still weak. When she gagged again, I jolted upright and snatched the plastic basin from beside the bed.
She clutched the cream-coloured bowl and retched into it.
I launched myself off the bed and grabbed my shorts from the chair. I didn’t bother pulling them on. I just bolted from the room.
Cursing her under my breath.
It didn’t help that my dick bobbed obscenely as I ran.
I cursed both of us as I stepped under the cold spray of the shower.
The arctic water did nothing. Her scent was beneath my skin.
I closed my eyes and gripped my cock, trying to shove the shame down.
The memory of her soft thigh against me made my hand move faster. My lips parted as her scent flooded back—clinging, surrounding me, impossible to escape.
