“Barely.”
“Good enough.” He ran his finger around my crown and scooped up my precum. With our eyes locked, he licked his finger clean. “You taste like pizza.”
“Gross.”
“Raise your hands.”
I did, and he picked up the bar of soap and slowly rubbed it over each of my armpits.
“You’re going to be shiny and clean for me, Joe?”
“Y-yes.”
“But only until I fuck your brains out, right?”
I nodded, barely feeling the floor beneath my feet. “Right.”
He adjusted the water to wash away the soap, then leaned down and closed his teeth on my nipple. I gasped, embracing the pain. “Harder.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
The growing pain turned my vision white-hot, slicing through my chest.“Harder.”
I would have fallen if not for his arms wrapped around me. He switched back and forth from biting to sucking, an intoxicating cycle of pleasure and pain.
“I’m getting dizzy.”
He stopped and straightened, frowning down at my chest. “I went too far.”
I looked down, my pink nipple now red. He’d cut me with his teeth. “You didn’t go too far. It’s fine.”
He adjusted the water to wash away the blood. “I sometimes wish to go too far with you. It’s scary how easily I lose myself.”
I closed the short distance between us and rested the side of my face against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady. “You’ll never go too far with me, and I’ll be okay with wherever you take us.”
He kissed the top of my head. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Must be the rimming.”
He laughed. “You’re as clean as you’re going to get—inside and out.”
“I’m ready.”
“It’s been a long day. We can stop and go to sleep.”
I grabbed his cock. “I dare you not to fuck me.”
He sighed and slid open the door. “You know me too well, Joe.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
1992
“It’s gonna be fun,” Bo said as I finished getting dressed, “as long as I don’t have to speak to any boring rich folks.”
I stopped myself from saying that no Society member would waste a second talking to Bo. The event he was excited about was due to take place in a couple of days, with members coming by the dozens. I’d been to four similar events during my three months of captivity, and they had all involved humiliating sexual games that left me and others hurting for days. The guests would spread between different lounges throughout the estate, discussing business and politics while taking turns using one or more of the captives.
