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I must have finally dozed off, because when I wake up again, it’s to the scent of bacon and eggs.
Rolling over in bed, I find a large tray of breakfast food steaming on my nightstand.
It’s not just bacon and eggs, but buttered toast and assorted fruit too.
My stomach grumbles. But when I sit up, that hunger disappears for a moment under an aching soreness.
My thighs feel like they’ve been through an intense workout.
A subtle heat washes through my cheeks at the thought of why they’re really sore.
What the hell is Leonid’s problem?
At times, he seems to hate me so much that he could put me through a wall. But then he goes and does… that thing he did with his tongue, and… well, fuck, I don’t know what to think.
Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.
He gave me the chance to push him away. Instead, I grabbed onto those gorgeous golden locks of his and pulled him in closer.
I still haven’t had my first kiss… but I can’t imagine it being much better than what Leo gave me in its place.
The way he kissed my cunt, it was like it was the most precious thing in the world… but it was also so dirty that he had to lick it clean.
A warm tingle flashes down my thighs as I remember how he felt.
Fucking hell.
He’s playing games with me. A man like him can control his lust. Nothing is by accident. He wants to turn me upside down so that he can shake all sorts of confessions out of me.
For a second there, during our last interrogation, I thought I might be getting the better of him. He asked why I wrote him that letter, proposing a marriage pact, and then turned him down when we actually met. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was tell him the real answer, and I thought I was winning our little battle by changing the subject.
But really, Leonid won that battle. He fucking destroyed it, and me. My brain is as scrambled as these eggs that he’s left by my bedside, and as I sit up and grab the cup of orange juice next to my overflowing plate, I don’t even care that I can still see the blinking red light of the recording camera in the corner of my eye.
That first game is over. We’re onto the next level now. My resistance is too fragile to risk over not eating his food. Fuck. Next time he could come for my virginity.
No matter how wet I get even just thinking about his giant cock piercing my tight little pussy, I can’t let him do that. There will be no coming back from that.
Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.
If he tries to fuck me, I’ll tell him to stop… I have to.
Surprisingly, my breakfast goes down easily enough. And I manage to stumble over to the bathroom without passing out or touching myself.
I’m still naked from my last encounter with Leonid, but the swirling memories of how he painted my body with his tongue fade to the back of my mind when I see the shower.
When’s the last time I had a proper shower?
Maybe stepping under some warm water will help repair a bit of the damage Leonid has done to my mind.
Plus, my skin is sticky and my hair is wild. It would be so nice to clean up.
But I don’t want to let my guard down. Leonid could return at any moment.
No. Don’t let him determine how comfortable you are. He may be holding you here, but he doesn’t control you. If you want a shower, then have a fucking shower.
Yeah. Fuck this noise. I’m having a shower.
It feels like a grand act of defiance as I turn on the faucet and step beneath the warm water. The shower ledge is even stocked with luxury shampoo and body lotion.
