My breaths are uneven and shuddered, whimpers slipping from my lips as I can’t stop the warmth spilling through my body. I slide one finger deep into my entrance and start pumping slowly, matching the movements of his hips.
I hope you let me finish this time, Kasien.
I move my hand from my breasts to my clit as I rock my hips to help my fingers go deeper. My mouth slightly open, eyes closed, I hear his breath getting so heavy that a deep moan escapes his throat. I moan back, his smell all over me—intoxicating, spiced with smoke and cardamom.
I lose myself entirely and feel my belly muscles tighten, the pressure moving to my pussy and almost sending me over the edge.
My breathing stops, my hips moving abruptly to the rhythm of his hand on his dick. Shivers start driving to my core and I feel the warmth down at my spine suddenly spill all over my inner walls, my legs shaking and a loud moan escaping my lips as his cock tightens and he spills his cum all over his hand. I breathe quickly, coming down from my high, my legs shaking, and the muscles all over my body twitching.
When I slowly open my eyes, my fingers are still sunk deep in my pussy. I move them out, slowly, inch by inch, just how he likes it. It’s dripping. I catch the eye of the camera again and bring my fingers still wet with my cum to my lips. I stick my tongue out, then bury the fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact withhim.
While pulling them out of my mouth, a deep breath escapes me. And that’s when it hits.
The loneliness.
Sharp and stupid and overwhelming.
It washes over me so fast I almost laugh at myself, but the ache in my chest is real.
I stay there for a few more minutes, limp and warm and emptied out, staring at nothing. Then I pull the lace back over my chest and slip the dress into place.
My limbs feel heavy as I curl up on the couch, shifting into a normal, non-upside-down position. I close my eyes and let the sudden swell of emotions drag me under, falling asleep before I can talk myself out of it.
?
“Back then, you looked at me like I was already dead.”
“Kasien,” I mumble in my dream.
My head nestles on the sofa pillow when I feel drool at the corner of my mouth. I partly open my eyes, too tired to get up yet.
“Wakey wakey, Troubles.”
I jump and gasp as this bastard just gave me another heart attack.
He’s sitting on the other side of the U-shaped sofa, legs spread, resting with his hands on the backrest, the same I-own-it-all energy as always.
Smiling.
I sit up and take the blanket I’m covered with, studying it. I didn’t take this blanket when I fell asleep.
“What are you doing here?” I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“The guys were getting suicidal, so I took their place, keeping an eye on our sneaky prisoner,” he smirks.
“Oh. But where were you for the last three days?” I ask, not even realizing how comfortable I am with his presence already.
“You missed me?” he asks, voice deep with mischief. So I give him a deadly stare.
“We had to take care of something. We came back last night.”
So it was them I heard outside.
I slowly drop my head into my palms, taking time to wake up fully with a headache from the whole bottle of red wine.
“So, Troubles,” he starts. “Do you wanna explain why Kas cut the tech room’s connection to the cameras last night?”
Oh God.
