Or with a puppy and its new owner, if he had it his way.
I let out a low, frustrated sound that reminded even me of a whine.
He turned with a shrug, leaving the enema bag dangling from the side of the bars as he headed for the stairs. “You know the routine. Bark if you change your mind and hope I get here in time.”
“W-wait!” I burst out, my cheeks burning red. “Wait.”
He paused, turning his head to look at me. He quirked a brow, expectantly.
“I’ll… I’ll do it.”
“Do what?” he asked me, mild despite the fact that he was taunting me and we both knew it.
“Look, you know what I mean,” I told him hotly, anger flaring all over again. “I don’t have to say it.”
He shrugged again. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could only imagine the amusement in them. “Bark,” he said mercilessly. “Or say it.”
Why did he keep giving me impossible decisions? Why couldn’t he just…do itso I wouldn’t have to be ashamed at making these decisions? I hated being an active participant in my own degradation, but there we were.
I gritted my teeth. “Because this isn’t bad enough?” I demanded.
“It’ll be bad enough when I say it is,” he said. “Not before.”
How bad was it going to have to get before he said it was enough?
“En-enema,” I choked out.
“Say please,” he told me as he started walking back toward me.
“Fuck you,” I snarled.
He gave me that unreadable look and turned around again.
I was fully convinced he was going to just leave me down there without giving a single fuck if I didn’t play his humiliating games.
“Please,” I blurted out, desperate when I saw his retreating back again.
“You need to work on your manners,” he told me.
My eyes had to be burning with the loathing I felt for him, but I bit my lip to keep from saying anything. Otherwise…
It was better to just be quiet.
He was going to have to open the cage if he wanted to give me an enema, which meant I’d have a chance to rush him. I could take him by surprise — assuming he wasn’t expecting it — and give escape a good shot even though I had a sinking feeling it wasn’t going to help worth a damn.
It surprised me when he didn’t come to unlock the cell door. Instead, he unwound the long, flexible tube from nearby. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the nozzle. It looked like such a simple thing, so small… if you didn’t think about the fact that it was meant for your ass.
And it was meant to force things into the “no entry” hole, which made it even worse.
He offered the tube through the bars, and I froze.
No.
“Come get this,” he ordered calmly from the other side of the cell. “I’ll walk you through it.”
Walk me through it?
It almost sounded like he…
