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ChapterTwenty-Five
Eden
More. I need more.
I laid there, my feet still strung up in stirrups and my waist still attached to the chair. With my arousal slipping down to my ass, I watched as the world tilted around me. My body buzzed. My heart rate skyrocketed. The tremors that ricocheted throughout my bones ached me in ways I didn’t wish to stop. It hurt. In so many ways, my body hurt. My pelvis pounded and my clit pulsed with a still-life need to be admired. My toes were cramped from curling so deeply as my orgasms barreled over my body.
And his cum.
It pooled beneath my ass cheeks as the smell of him wafted around my head.
How the hell could I possibly want more?
It seemed like a fantasy. A fantastical notion that tilted the ceiling and marred the world around me. I’d never felt like that before. I’d never felt used, yet beautiful. How easy it had been for him to climax upon me left me breathless. How easy it had been for him to pleasure me left me winded and ready for more.
All I wanted was for him to stuff me full. To fill me up and claim me as his until our contract had finished…and beyond.
I wonder why he won’t fuck me.
I mean, we both needed it. We both worked such publicly-intensive jobs fielding the circus that had become the media in this day and age, and I knew that a good skin-to-skin fuck would relieve most of our stressors. Maybe he’d be a more pleasant person if his dick came into contact with my pussy. Maybe he’d go easier on my sister and this contract we had signed if he simply allowed himself to indulge the one thing we both desperately needed.
Wait, since when did I start wanting to fuck my enemy?
Fucking hell, the man had coerced me into these god damn vacations for the sake of my sister’s company. Her business. Her livelihood. I had gambled my self-respect in order to save her future, and that man didn’t give two shits about it. All he cared about was getting off. All he cared about was having some cum-dumpster to mark any way he wished.
He was nothing but a manipulative bastard, and I had to keep my guard up.
No matter how wonderful he made me feel.
“Dominik?” I asked before I cleared my throat. “You gonna help me out of these restraints?”
When he didn’t immediately respond, I tried to crane my neck to see him. He hadn’t come back into my view, and while the spit-covered ballgag sat between my reddened breasts, I didn’t hear him answer. Hell, I didn’t even hear him shift.
“Dominik,” I said curtly. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
The next sound that erupted from behind me can only be described as a drunken chainsaw. The sound rattled the walls and tickled my toes. The fish that danced around the glass encasement of his basement swam off quickly, as if to get away from the predator releasing that confounded noise. The sound broke as he drew in breaths, like someone attempting to start up a rusty-ass table saw in their garage.
And as his train-wreck snores filled the room, I drew in a deep breath.
“DOMINIK!”
He snorted before I heard him shuffle around. “Huh? What?”
I gnashed my teeth together. “Forget something, asshole?”
His shuffling was the only thing I heard before the binds fell away from my wrists. I felt something release around my waist, and I couldn’t lean up quickly enough to remove my feet and legs from the chained stirrups. I scrambled to get my clothes on. As the mark of our debaucherous deeds dripped all around my skin, clinging to the peaks and valleys of my thighs, I scooped up my clothes and pulled them onto my body as quickly as I could manage.
And by the time I turned to curse him out for caring so little about me, the sounds of the earth splitting into two pieces rumbled from the bed.
Where he laid with his mouth open and his body face-down against the twinkling satin sheets.
“Jackoff,” I murmured.
Wanting nothing more than to get away from the sound of his incompetence and sheer lack of care for me, I headed back upstairs. I stumbled on my wobbling legs, unwilling to admit that the orgasms he afforded me were some of the most powerful I had ever experienced. I hated myself for wanting more. I hated myself for looking forward to our next encounter. And as I gazed out the kitchen window at the darkened expanse of the ocean in front of me, I decided to treat myself to something nice.
So, I walked out onto the balcony and stripped down to nothing.
There was no one around to watch me. No one around to take pictures, or gawk, or otherwise tell me that I needed to clothe myself. My body, bared for the crescent moon hanging high up in the sky, begged for the salted water of the ocean to waft against my skin. I peeked through the glass bottom floor of the balcony and watched as little fishes swam around, almost as if they were chasing each other in a rousing game of tag. And after climbing onto the railing, I held my arms up to the sky.
