“We can just lean on each other when what’s below us gets too hard.” His lips crash with mine again and he rubs between my cheeks, the tips of his nails scraping over my hole.
“The key is in the room,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Is it? You may need me to leave the room before you can sneak something into my drink, but I don’t need you to. There’s so much I could have done and you’d never know.”
“Like?” My skin vibrates between the cold wood and his heated body. I writhe back and forth, smiling wider.
“I could have brought that useless piece of shit Travis back here and snapped his neck while you were building a snowman earlier. I could have slit his throat while you were doing a naked strip tease for me during dinner.”
These things he’s saying should have me horrified, but all they’re doing is turning me on more. It’s so wrong. Enjoying the ideas he’s putting into my head is as wrong as me drugging his drink, but I don’t try to stop them from coming. I picture Travis’s eyes bursting and bloody. I entertain the possibility of his head separating from his neck as his hands reach out to me.
“What else?” I whisper, humping the ground.
“I could have killed that man in your basement who’s been terrorizing the neighborhood by breaking into people’s homes. What if pieces of his skull were buried in the dirt next to your driveway?”
“I . . . I’d be able to sleep easier because I’d know he couldn’t hurt me or force his way into my house.” You can’t do that if you’re dead, and I’ve never wanted anyone to be until Rafael started making it sound so good.
The key slips into the lock and twists. I gasp and he takes my cock out. My balls ache, precum smearing all over my thigh as I’m grinding against the floor again. Branches scrape against the window, and I pretend everything he said is true, no longer minding all the unnerving sounds. If they’re dead, then it can’t be them. It can’t be anything more than trees and branches. There can’t be anyone else here but us.
***
I scream my way through another orgasm. The first time I was somewhere near the hallway and now I think I’m in the kitchen. My back rests against the cabinet and Rafael rubs his face into one of my thighs as he lies between my legs. I brush my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes as my face lifts to the ceiling.
“You were right.”
“About?” His voice echoes, ping-ponging off the walls.
“It was definitely better to wait. So much so I want to make it longer next time.”
“I won’t say no to that. You know how much I like giving you what you want. How much I need to. As much as you need it.”
“Two days,” I say almost too quickly. “I want to try it for two days.”
He blows a warm breath against my spent cock and says, “We’ll have to get you a more comfortable cage, then. One you can shower with easily. They have flexible ones that you won’t notice as much. You could go out in it, and it wouldn’t matter how tight your pants are, no one would be able to see it.”
“You’ll take me out to dinner while I wear it?”
“Dinner, movies, ice skating.”
I let out a short laugh. “Ice skating, huh? You know there’s a free outdoor rink not far from here?”
“Is there?”
“You knew, didn’t you?” I accuse.
“Maybe. I may have looked up everything in the area, along with other things to do while we’re trapped indoors for days.”
“And what did you come up with?”
“More than you’d think. You’ll see later.”
“You mean this isn’t it?” I quirk a brow.
“It’s not.” He lifts up and his arm brushes mine when he sits next to me. “Of course, we will be doing more of this, but I want to do other things with you too. Things new couples do.”
“Couples,” I echo.
“Yeah. That’s what we are, remember?”
