Page 24 of Escape

“Excited, are we?” She chuckled. “Sit back. Relax. The rules are simple.”

“I just found out my husband was a killer…then tortured and killed him, so I’m sorry if I'm running on adrenaline here.” I was surprised by the bite in my tone. I immediately shrank deeper into the chair, hoping I hadn’t pissed her off more.

“Don’t be sorry, babydoll. I enjoyed the show…very much. And I’m so proud of you for taking your power back.”

My thighs pressed together at the praise. Her eyes flashed to the spot and she smirked as she planted her hands on the desk in front of her and pushed herself back, giving me a view of her body down to her knees. I could feel the saliva gathering over my tongue as I took her in.

“You’ve faced your insecurities and stood up to the man who kept you caged. Now, it’s time to decide who you really are. Resist the desires you’ve shoved down for so long…or give in.”

Fuck. I knew what she meant before she continued. I ran my fingers over the cool leather beneath me, catching on a few strange raised spots. Like a hard string or wire lay just beneath the surface.

“All you have to do is keep your heart rate nice and steady and you’ll pass your test.” Her hand trailed down her firm abdomen, stopping at the button of her pants as she undid them. “If you fail…the consequences may shock you.”

I sat, stunned and staring at the livestream in front of me. Slowly, Kel slipped her fingers into the waistband of black boxers. She kept her eyes forward and they burned into my flesh, flustering me like she was right in front of me.

As I watched the trail of her hand slip lower between her legs, the rhythmic beeps of the machine picked up. My head snapped over to it, where the peaks and valleys of my heart rate flashed across the screen.

I leaned my head back and stared above me, attempting to take slow, deep breaths to calm the pounding in my chest. It worked for a few seconds. As I counted the tiny cracks and holes in the ceiling, the beeps were coming slower. I let my eyes fall closed as I tried to focus harder. Then the sweetest, most intoxicating sound floated into my ears.

My head snapped forward again. Kel had her head thrown back, her mouth slightly parted and her fingers moving in small circles under her boxers.

She was fucking moaning. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My heart rate picked up again, faster than it was before. The thundering pumps of my heart moved all over, migrating from my chest and resting between my legs. I panicked as the beeping seemed to grow louder.

What the fuck would happen if I didn’t pass this test?

I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears the best I could, but it was no use. I couldn’t completely muffle the sound. Not that I needed to; it was already permanently ingrained between the folds of my brain along with the sight of her pleasuring herself.

“Come on, Jasmine,” she groaned. The huskiness of her voice was almost enough for me to pry my eyelids open. “Don’t deny yourself. Give in to who you really are. Have some fun with me, baby. Please.”

My pussy clenched at her pleading. I could feel the arousal pooling in my panties. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, gnawing at it to distract myself, but the sound of her voice. Her moans. Her pussy getting wetter as she stroked herself faster. I couldn’t deny it.

I was wildly fucking turned on. I wanted nothing more than to give in.

“There’s nobody here to judge you, Jasmine. Nobody here to tell you it's wrong.”

Her voice was nothing but a breathy moan as she coaxed me further into her chokehold.

“Touch yourself like you do when that pathetic fuck couldn’t make you come.”

My fingertips brushed against the dried, flaking drops of his blood on my face. Jared’s lifeless form flashed in my mind. The thought should’ve yanked me straight out of this dizzying desire, but it just shoved me deeper.

“When you have your laptop next to you on your bed and those filthy videos playing your most secret fantasies. Tell me this isn’t better than that? I dare you.”

Thoughts of myself in the guestroom flashed in my brain; huddled under the blankets, watching porn on my laptop and desperately trying to bring myself to release. Desperately trying to replace the image of Jared grunting over me with the women on my screen. The time he came in and caught me, grabbed my arm, ripped me from the bed and told me a woman could never pleasure me like he could.

It all plagued my mind. But the sound of Kel begging for me slowly transformed the images. Then it was Kel on top of me. Kel grunting in pleasure, slamming into me.

The machine monitoring my heart screamed. Sweat leaked from my pores. My whole body was a solid, thumping beat. My head swam with the thought of her. The sound of her. Imagining the taste of her. It all mixed into a thick haze, clouding my judgement and I opened my eyes.

Her wicked smile shot sparks straight to my traitorous, soaked cunt. I swear I could feel the shocks lightly kissing my skin.

My chest heaved as one hand traveled between my legs. The same depravity that possessed me in the classroom with Jared was back and she was starving.

The demon on the projection quickened her movements as I began to circle my clit. In seconds, I was matching her pace. Our breaths synced perfectly as we stared into each other’s eyes and fucked ourselves into oblivion.

I’d never felt so out of control but so fucking good at the same time. I’d always buttoned myself into the perfect little doll, ready to please everyone around me. But my cover was slowly slipping. The sinful, wanting creature was crawling just under my skin and begging to be set free.