Page 60 of Total Exposure

He leans down, his hot breath skimming across the skin of my stomach, and he kisses my belly.

Breathing is difficult for both of us now.

My chest is heaving. Up and down as I take air in and out.

I squeeze his cock as my other hand slips over my thigh and right between my legs. It bumps into his hand and I grab for it, greedily, and place him where he needs to be.

His fingers slide inside, instantly becoming slick and wet. I make him pump, in and out, and then he slips another one inside me. Then another, stretching my pussy open as he presses his face into my stomach, licking his way down until his mouth clamps around my clit and sucks.

I let go of his hand and grab his hair, pushing him into me. My hips buck up and down with the rhythm of his movements like I’m fucking him.

His hips respond too as I clutch his cock hard, massaging him through his jeans.

And then, before either of us can stop it, we grunt, and moan, and pant through the release. I come all over his fingers. He comes in his pants, the hot wet evidence leaking through the fabric as I continue to hold on to him.

I sigh, breathing hard, my legs closing on his hand and head involuntarily as the relief washes through my body in shuddering waves.

He rolls to the side, his whole body on the bed with me, but in some unknown position that I have to imagine in my mind.

I turn my body automatically into his. He kisses me on the soft spot right above my clit, then moves up my body, his legs straddling mine, his arms on either side of my head as he climbs on top of me.

God, I want him. All of him. I’m ready to go again. And his dick is still hard enough for me to feel the bulge as he rubs his hips back and forth across mine.

He lowers his head, kissing my neck, then my ear, then my cheek, and my nose, and finally my lips.

“Tomorrow,” he says, barely a whisper. “I’m gonna let you see Jordan. But only if you do as I say.”

“Can I ask him—”

“No,” he says, cutting me off. “You can watch him, Evangeline. The way I watch you. But that’s it. For now.”

He gets up, leaving my spent body trembling but still wanting more. And a moment later I know I’m alone again, because I’m cold.

Chapter Twenty - Ixion

I make my way down three stories of stairs, ignoring the call of Galaga and Pac-Man, enter the code to get into the control room, push through, and close it behind me, not slamming, of course.

Mustn’t fuck things up that bad.

I flop down in the chair in front of the screen and immediately my fingers are on the keyboard, pulling up the footage of what just happened on the far left screen, while simultaneously zooming in on the center screen and adjusting the night vision setting so I can see her lying in bed.

She still hasn’t moved.

It didn’t take me long to get down here, but a couple minutes at least.

Why is she still lying there?

I zoom in further, until the resolution can’t resolve and her face is a mess of pixels that make no sense.

Is she crying? I won’t be able to go through with it if she’s crying.

She still has the makeshift blindfold on, so I can’t really tell. I scan her cheeks for almost a minute, just waiting for something to happen.

But she stays still.

Do I need to tell her she can move?

I’m just about to reach for the intercom when she sits up and pulls the tie down her face, so it’s around her neck. I zoom out so she’s in perfect focus again, and we stare at each other.