I suddenly feel exposed. I don’t know where to go from here. Or how I’m supposed to feel.
“Tomorrow,” he tells me, and I shake my head, my dry throat clicking as I swallow. But he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he stumbles from the room, leaving the door wide open.
The restraints on my chair abruptly unshackle, and my wrists and ankles are finally free.
But even so, I can’t move. My entire body is still humming and aching from the orgasms. Thirty straight minutes of it. I feel like he killed me, and now I’m coming back to life.
I’m going to need some time before I can move.
A head peeks around the doorframe, and I see the woman who brought me back here.
“Oh dear. He gave you ruenox, didn’t he? Let me get a wheelchair and help you out.”
She closes the door to give me privacy, and I close my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat.
I cannotbelieveshe just saw that.
But then again, she didn’t act like this was something new. Perhaps the Vyastil gives that herb to humans often. Perhaps that’s why there’s a line of zombies outside.
A knock on the door has my eyes flicking to it, and I see her wheeling a chair in. She places it near me and then helps me into my gown.
My arms are limp, my legs as well, and I don’t know when this is going to wear off. I just want to go to sleep, to curl myself in my comforter and close my eyes.
“Come on. Let me help you.”
With a grunt and a few curse words, I fall into the wheelchair, and she pushes me to a separate room.
This one is dim with low lights, and that same unearthly music is playing over the speakers. There are three other men in here, their eyes swiveling to meet mine as I enter.
“I’ll get you some water and a granola bar.” She pats me on the shoulder and then lowers her voice. “This is completely normal. Nothing to be ashamed about, and the effects will wear off shortly.”
But Iamashamed. Holy shit, I am. I came so hard and so long that I can’t walk.
“They give you the herb, too?” I manage to ask.
A man with dark hair and glasses blinks over at me. “What herb?”
I blush and shake my head, turning my gaze away so I don’t need to look at them. Great. So just me, then, with my weird cum-producing problems?
A moment later, she returns with water and curls my fingers around the paper cup. “Get hydrated, then eat the granola bar. You can head to the lockers when you’re ready,” she tells me, and with a wave, she’s gone.
I sit there in silence, sipping on the cool water, but realizing it’s doing nothing to take away the heat in my cheeks, body, and mind.
I really shouldn’t come back here.
This is going to fuck up my entire day. Maybe even my week. I don’t know why he’s requesting me, but he can fuck off and suck another dick.
I won’t be back. Not for a long, long time.
six
EVEREST
“You sick?” Zane asks, his body leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom, his gaze quizzical.
My ears get hot at the tips from the memory of what happened. I could lie, but what’s the point? This is Zane. He’s seen me at my best and my worst.
“Nope. Just worn out from the longest blow job of my life.”
