I slide further down and manage to get my fingertips to it. Flicking it out of the holder, it clatters into the bottom of the bath. I hook my foot around it and bring it closer to my hand, flicking it on. I take the can in one hand and the shower in the other and slowly work the can in and out while positioning the spray over my clit. The upper showerhead beats down over my stomach, and I close my eyes and imagine him above me. Picking up the pace, I start to slam the can in and out, groaning as it hits my cervix, the bite of the pain followed by the glory of the pleasure as I rock the spray over my clit.
“Fuck!” I yell out as I grip my eyes tighter.
I fuck myself with total abandon now, water crashing down on me, the jet firing into my clit with so much force I’m seeing bright flashes. As I scream out my release, I fuck myself the hardest I ever have with a can of deodorant, and when it hits the crescendo, I scream out his name and pant. Fuck, fuck, fuck, as I push through. I can’t stop. I keep going, giving up moving the shower head now. I just hold it and writhe below it, gasping for breath as the first orgasm runs into the second, and I scream out his name again. Fuck. I sag into the bottom of the bath as the deodorant can slowly slides out, and I shudder at the loss before turning the handheld shower attachment off and just lying in the bottom of the bath while I come down. Fuck… this is going to drive me crazy, having him so close and not being able to touch him. Then I smile to myself. When I’m the one in charge, I can make the rules. I suppose I can do what I like. And I do like it when he fights back.
Jacob
Chapter XXXIII
I’m startled by the clatter upstairs, and I listen intently. I can hear something. Is she talking to someone? I lay and listen, and I can’t quite make it out, so I stand on the bed to get closer. I hear a groan. Is there someone here? I hear another groan and heavy panting. Wait, is someone fucking her?
I hear her grunting and panting louder, and I can’t stop listening. I’m intrigued, and pissed. She said she loved me, and now she’s getting railed by some dude. I mean, what the fuck? I don’t care, but I stand a little taller, a little closer to the ceiling, and tilt my head so I can hear. I hear her groaning louder, and it sounds like she’s cumming, gasping and grunting, and then I hear her shout out. Wait, did she just shout out my name? My fucking name? Is she with someone else, or is she getting herself off?
Fuck. I hate that I rub at my dick. It pushes against the front of my borrowed joggers, and I groan. I hear her gasp. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The groans continue, and I can’t help myself. I slide my hand into my joggers and start to stroke my dick. Precum is leaking out everywhere, and I buck into my hand. There’s something primal about knowing she’s kidnapped me, but she’s fucking herself, imagining it’s me, something empowering in this fucked-up situation. Unless it’s someone else fucking her, then it’s sick if she’s calling out my name. I pick up my pace to match her groaning, and fuck, I’m about to blow my load in my bottoms when I hear her scream my name again, and that’s it. I fire my load inside the joggers and groan as it coats my hand, warm and sticky. Fuck. I pant and try to get down, but my legs are solid, and it takes a second for them to realise they bend. I drop onto the bed and try to calm my racing heart. I don’t know what the fuck is happening here.
I think I’m having an aneurysm or something because I should not find her sexy one bit, but the sound of her voice does something to me, and the smell of her. I realise I used to smell that in the house when she’d broken in. I find I want her to be near so I can smell her. It was like a ghost lingering before, but now she’s so close I can almost taste her, and I groan at the thought that maybe Icouldtaste her. I groan as the cum in my bottoms is cooling and now starting to feel sticky and gross. I sigh. This is not healthy. I drag myself off the bed and slip into the shower. I don’t want to put those joggers back on as they’re full of cum, but I don’t have anything else, so I just stay with the towel wrapped around me and flop back onto the bed.
Vic
Chapter XXXIV
When I walk into the room, he’s showered and laid on the bed. His eyes are closed, and he’s just in a towel. My eyes flick up the length of his body and the few droplets of water left on the slight dusting of hair across his chest. I school my features when all I want to do is run my tongue over his chest and maybe the rest of him.
I shake my head. I made dinner, well, packet rice, and I leave it on the dresser. I step into the bathroom and pick up the dirty clothes before standing and watching him. He looks so peaceful, his hand tucked into the towel tied around his waist, the slight dusting of hair on his chest and the happy trail that makes my mouth water. I wonder if I could just take a peek under the towel when he moves slightly, and I bolt out of the room.
Once I’m safe in the kitchen, I try to calm my racing heart, and I take a deep breath as I go to stuff the clothes in the washing machine. My hand hits something cold and damp, and I unfold the clothes to see… fuck, is that cum? Holy fuck, did he hear me? Damn, that’s sexy. I pull the bottoms towards my face and groan at his smell. Fuck. My mouth waters, and I want to taste him so bad. I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst thing, would it? Before I can stop myself, I pull them right into my face and groan as my tongue slides over the fabric, and I can’t help but lick again.
I sit back on the floor and sniff them as I lick at the cum, and I stuff my hand into my own joggers before pinching and dragging over my clit. I inhale deeply, and I can’t help but rub faster, Fuck. I grunt out as I rub harder at my sensitive clit. It makes me buck against my hand. I groan and bury my face in the bottoms. I’m blatantly sucking the fabric into my mouth, but it’s not enough. I need to taste him so bad. I groan as I cum again and sag, dropping the bottoms behind me as I gasp for breath. What the fuck is wrong with me? I stand on shaky legs as I pick up the bottoms and toss them into the washing machine before leaning over the sink and washing the cold cum off my face. I hang my head over the sink and wonder what the fuck am I playing at. He’s gonna be the death of me, and I can’t bring myself to want to stop it.
I’m so far gone; it doesn’t even make sense anymore, and without Xav here to ground me, I don’t know whether I’m spiralling or if this is just how I am. I’ve never loved anyone before. Fuck, I’ve never even liked anyone before. What the hell do I do? So, I do what I dobest at the min and ignore the fact that I’ve just sucked cold cum out of my prisoner’s-slash-boyfriend’s joggers and put the washing machine on. I sit and eat my dinner, which I’ve lost my appetite for. I scrub my hand down my face and hope that Xav can get to me soon to save us both. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread!
Jacob
Chapter XXXV
I startle awake and hear moaning and snorting. What the fuck is that? It’s like some kind of animal grunting and snorting and groaning. It sounds like it’s out in the kitchen, fuck does she have a dog, maybe a pig? I take a step closer to the door, and I hear the panting and snorting getting louder, then gasping. What is that? I lean as close to the door as I can, and fuck me, is that… is that her? What the fuck? It sounds like she’s having another orgasm, but I’m not sure. She gasps out and groans and grunts before everything goes quiet. I hear the water running, and then the washing machine starts up. I take a step back and then another and see the food on the drawer, and then I look over to the bathroom, and the door Is open. I know I shut it as I was embarrassed at cumming in the bottoms.
I rush to the bathroom, and fuck, they’re gone. Did she find them? Did she see what I did? Fuck. The doorswings open, and I spring around to see her standing there. She gasps when I trail my eyes to hers. I see I’m naked too, towel pooled on the floor around my feet, and my fucking hard dick standing to attention like a good little soldier.
I grab my dick in one hand and bend to grab the towel, turning my back to her while I wrap it around me before turning back to see her biting her lip with a look of lust written all across her face. We stand awkwardly staring at each other for what seems like forever when she holds out some sweats and a t-shirt. “I thought you might need some clean clothes.”
“Erm, thanks.” I go to take a step forward, and the fucking towel drops again. I snatch for it, only catching it just before it hits the floor. Fuck my life.
“I’ll just leave these here.” She winks and takes a step back through the door, grinning at me like a dickhead.
“Fuck off!” I spit at her, and she barks a laugh as I turn to stalk back to the bed.
I flop on my back and contemplate just ending it all now. I might just die of embarrassment at any point, anyway. There’s no way she didn’t see those bottoms. They were covered in cum, and there’s no way she didn’t see my dick—twice. I don’t know how I feel about the look she gave me. What did it mean? Did she like what she saw? Was she happy with how I looked? I don’t know why I care. I don’t care. I really don’t care. I just want to know what she thought. Was I a disappointment? Wait… has she seen me naked before? And then my mind starts reeling. Was she in my house when I was? When I was in the shower? In my room doing stuff? Ah, fuck, has she seen me wanking? Oh, kill me now!
Vic
Chapter XXXVI
It’s cute how he tried to cover himself, and yes, I’ve seen him naked before, but fuck, only through the steamy view I had peeking into the bathroom at him. In person, he’s magnificent. I’m sitting at the table, and I can still smell him. I’m foaming at the mouth at the thoughts I’m having. I want to walk in there and throw him onto the bed and ride his face, but I think that’s inappropriate, but then, nothing about this situation is appropriate. It’s so fucked-up beyond belief. I mean, I wanted to woo him. I wanted him to get to know me for me, not the fuck up who stalked him. I also want him to like me, but then I like when he doesn’t like me. I like when he’s feisty, and I so want to fuck him while he tries to fight me off. I might even let him fight me off just to enjoy the chase. I wonder if I have any contacts who could get me some Viagra. I mean, is he going to be awilling participant? If not, it’s gonna be hard fighting him and trying to get a soft dick inside me, but fuck, I’m not mad at that idea. I mean, how bad is it really?
If he’s hard, then I mean… it’s notrape, rape. It’s more dubious than rapey. I shake my head at the rapid thoughts trying to justify the rape and whether I need to get Viagra. I mean, I do have a contact, but I think if that contact would find me, I’m asking for trouble.
I can’t be so careless over getting laid, and I can’t drug him to get laid. That’s unacceptable even for me… I think.
