Page 87 of Left In The Dark

“You getting tired? Want to nap while I do some farm chores?”

“Not until you’re sure I’m clean enough.” He fumbles with the edge of the towel, his cock head poking between the flaps.

“Right. I almost forgot.” Whatever helps him forget about the last thing we were talking about, and whatever leads to him lingering on my tongue for the next few days.

He lies back on the mattress, spreading out his arms, and his eyes close at my first lick of his nipple.

“Check somewhere else,” he says, rolling his hips.

I open his towel and swipe my tongue over his slit, collecting the tiny amount of precum there. He presses his hand to my head, pushing me away, and I look up, meeting his partly open eyes.

“Somewhere else,” he pants out.

My mouth salivates as I lift his legs and flick my eyes over his twitching hole. I lick the seam of his balls and raise his hips, shoving my tongue between his cheeks, feasting on his pretty pucker.

He moans, pressing against my mouth and I lift my mask, rubbing the stubble of my jaw over his sensitive skin. His thighs shake, and I circle my thumb around his outer entrance and shove my tongue as far as it’ll go, spitting inside him as I open him with my fingers.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, sounding breathless.

“Yes.” I slide up his body, undoing my jeans. Pulling out my cock, I squeeze beneath my head and roll my erection over his. “See, we’re touching each other.”

I grab his hand, wrapping his fingers around us both as I grind against him. He strokes us together and I lick along his clavicle. His cock jerks and his hand slows as I rut against him, my hips moving faster. Our bodies create filthy sounds as I sink my teeth into his shoulder. He shouts unintelligible words and him coming on my cock sends me spiraling.

My swollen head rubs over his one more time before I’m spilling my load between us. My muscles tense, balls pulling tighter to my body, and I rub my mouth over his, not moving as he runs his cum-covered fingers over my chin. He traces the seam of my lips and I suck them between my teeth, swirling my tongue around his salty skin.

“You taste very clean now, piglet.”

“Will you lie with me until I fall asleep?”

I nod into his shoulder and tug down my mask. I use wipes on both of us and tuck us both under the blankets, not moving until I’m sure he’s out like light. I told him I had to do farm chores, leaving out the part about me getting the barn set up for him to safely return to.

It’ll be fine. He’ll understand and listen without putting up a fight. He’ll do what I tell him to do because he doesn’t like seeing me upset with him. He’ll be fine. He’s been doing so well inside the house, so he’ll do fine back in his own space.

Although I have been wrong to assume before.

Thirty

Blake

I pinch myself five times and nothing changes. I’m still in the barn, circling around on the mattress. No. No. No. I’m back where I didn’t want to be. I’m no longer in his bed and waking up in his arms. Why? I tug at my hair, and when I kick the blanket away, no chain rattles around me. I look at my ankles and they’re both bare. The cuff is gone. The ladder is too.

There’s no getting down without breaking an arm or a leg. That idea sits with me for a while and I look over the rail, smiling.

It’s a long way down. I’d get hurt if I were to fall over the edge. I’d be in so much pain and unable to move, but I would get taken back into the house. That’s always where he takes me to get better. He can’t set me free if I can’t move my legs well either. He won’t want to drop me off anywhere like that. I wouldn’t be able to walk to safety or find help.

I look to the first floor again and my heart jumps in my throat. Am I really going to do this? Do I really need him to keep me with him this bad? I look to the barn doors where he’ll be rushing through soon. Yes, yes I do.

Before I can change my mind, I use the railing to pull myself to my feet and side step to where the large opening is. Closing my eyes, I lift my arms and fling myself forward. My stomach shifts upward and ears pop as my body signals to my brain that it’s falling. I try not to tense, and I flatten my legs, blocking my face as I drop face down. I hit the ground like a rag doll, arms flailing and bones cracking.

I try to scream but it gets caught in my throat and I pass out from the excruciating pain, my head leaving the rest of me behind as it floats away.

When I come to, my eyes are half open and T sounds like he’s underwater as he’s kneeling beside me. “What did you do?” I finally make out the words he’s trying to relay to me. “Why did you do this to yourself?”

I try to talk, but everything inside me hurts and any kind of movement I make adds to it. He strokes my cheek and when he tries to straighten one of my legs a horrifying sound screeches out of me. My teeth clamp together.

“Fuck,” he screams. “It was almost time too. How am I supposed to let you go now?”

‘You’re not,’ I want to say. But I can’t say anything, my lips as chapped as my throat feels when I try to seal them together.