“So close. So close. So close,” I panted softly.
“There it is,” Trooper purred as he raised up. “Come for me, Naomi. Be the good little girl I know you so desperately wish to be.”
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.
Everything came to a grinding halt. The prickling cold of his knife pressed heavily into my neck as my hips bucked ravenously for his touch. My eyes rolled back, with fireworks bursting in the darkness. My hands twisted into the bedsheet beneath my body. My juices dripped down my ass crack, flooding his hand as my pussy pulsed around his digits. His thumb stayed put, allowing me to use it at will as my hips darted around like a hummingbird drinking from a flower.
“Troop—er,” I choked out.
And as I reached up for him, trying to hold onto something other than the bed, the restraints stopped me.
Halting my orgasm in its tracks.
“Ah,” Trooper said as he eased his hand out from between my legs, “coming back down to reality, I see?”
I closed my eyes before he could see the tears rising in them once more. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“Open your eyes.”
“No,” I said plainly.
He quickly pivoted the knife, and I felt its sharp fangs seated against my soaking wet panties. “Open your eyes, little Naomi.”
I slowly opened them, which allowed silent tears to spill down my cheeks. The guilt that overwhelmed me choked off my ability to breathe. I struggled to contain myself. To contain the hurt and betrayal that fell against my tired body. That wasn’t cheating, right? I mean, I could have consented and enjoyed myself, sparing my mind the trauma, or I could have continued to fight and endured the pain that came with it. The trauma that came with it. Gordon would understand. He’d know that I’d never cheat on him in a million years. Not willingly. Not unless under complete duress.
Right?
“Naooooomi?” Trooper singsonged playfully.
“What?” I choked out before licking my dried-out lips.
I watched him hold his glistening fingers up to his mouth. My eyebrows rise as he stuck his fingers into his cheek, lapping off every droplet I had afforded him. He hummed in ecstasy, as if he were face-first in a slice of warm chocolate pie. And I had to admit, it was entrancing.
“You really do taste as good as you look, pretty girl,” Trooper’s gravelly voice proclaimed.
My gaze dropped to the bulge against his pants, and the thickness alone made my jaw drop open.
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little self over that,” he said as he gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to cling to his. “If you’re a good girl, you’ll get it in due time.”
I hated how much I wanted to feel him. How much I wanted him to do that to me, over and over again, until I passed out from sheer exhaustion. It had been so long since a body-shattering orgasm had torn through me like that, and the guilt alone pushed tears to the edges of my eyes. Guilt cut off my ability to breathe and I had to switch to my nose. I wasn’t a cheat. I would have never consented had I thought any other choice was possible.
He'll understand. Gordon will understand once he finds me in this shithole.
But, I whimpered as he traced his thumb along my lower lip. A thumb that smelled of me. That smelled of my womanhood. And as he left small traces of my scent along my own skin, the chanting in my head grew louder.
He’ll understand. He’ll understand. He’ll understand, and be proud of what you did to survive.
Jesus Christ, though, how lovely it would have been to have come twice.
“Now, clean yourself up,” Trooper’s hardened voice said as he sheathed his knife. “The restraints are a simple latch mechanism. You’ll be able to free yourself just fine. Give me your hand.”
I held my right wrist up to him and watched as he undid the damn thing like you would a fucking dog collar.
Then, he turned his back to me and left me in my own juices.
Leaving me breathless as my body finally readied itself to slip into what was surprisingly a decent night’s sleep.
8
