Chapter 11 #2
“It sounds exactly the same to me,” he argues.
“That’s because you’re not an artist. You wouldn’t understand,” I dismiss because there’s no sense in fighting with my captor over how he says my dog’s name. It’s not like Piet even listens to his name. “Where is he anyway?”
“Probably on my bed,” Zane says far too casually.
“Your bed? He gets to sleep on your bed, but I don’t? That’s not fair,” I whine. “I want to sleep in your bed.”
“You want this shower or not? Keep complaining, and we’ll go right back to the basement.”
“Fine,” I huff in agreement as he tugs me into the bathroom and turns the water on in the shower. I’m not sure how he wants to do this since I’m still in my boxers and shirt, but I guess I’ll let him figure that out. “So, are you going to join me?”
“The fuck? Why would I join you?”
“Uh, I don’t know, to make sure I’m not somehow going to pull a bobby pin out of my asshole to escape. Or because you realize you want my dick now that you know how much fun we could have together.” I waggle my eyebrows, and he scoffs.
He unlocks the cuffs from his wrists, and I give him a questioning look. “Take off your shirt and slide it down the chain.”
Ah, that makes sense. I do as he instructs, then he locks himself back to me. “So worried I’ll get away from you, huh, Murder Daddy? This level of possessiveness is hot.”
“You’re insane. Literally psychotic.”
“But I’m your little psycho.” I smirk.
“Jesus. Get in the shower,” he commands, and I drop my boxer briefs once again and get in, pausing to look at him over my shoulder before I do to see if he’s checking me out.
His eyes were definitely on my ass, so I wiggle my hips suggestively before smirking and getting in.
The hot water cascading over my skin feels amazing, so good I can’t help but moan.
“No more jerking off! Just clean yourself up, my god,” Zane commands from outside the shower, but all I hear is that he’s still thinking about my dick.
“I’m not jerking off. It just feels amazing. You should get in here with me. It might loosen you up some.”
“I know what a shower feels like, for fuck’s sake, Mason.”
“Once you’ve been tied to a pole for days, you forget how glorious the little things in life are,” I explain through the curtain as I start to wash my hair with my free hand, absolutely reveling in the feeling.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
I go through all the motions of cleaning every inch of myself, making sure Zane knows just how much I’m enjoying this shower.
I could stop here. I probably should. But I’ve come to love pushing Zane’s buttons, and I can’t help but wonder how he’d react to even more than what I’d like to think he saw in the basement.
I’m already getting hard again at the thought, and as much fun as jerking off in front of him was, what I want more than anything right now is something inside of me.
“Almost done, just want to finger myself really quick,” I say, teasing my hole with a soapy finger before pushing inside.
“Finger yourself?” Zane shouts. “What are you talking—”
He rips the curtain open and catches me bent at the waist, leaning forward, with my chained hand on the shower wall and the other hand with a finger inside me.
I don’t stop pumping it as he eyes me. If he wants a show, I’ll give him one.
I arch my back further and start moaning as I work my fingers inside of myself so there’s no mistaking what I’m doing.
My dick is hanging hard between my legs, and with Zane’s parted mouth and slightly flushed cheeks, I’m only growing harder at the pure shock on his face.
“Want to replace my fingers with yours? Or your dick? I can get myself nice and open for you, you can just slide in. Have you ever been inside an ass before, Zane? It’s so tight and hot. I think you’ll really like it. So much hotter and tighter than anything else you could imagine.”
Zane says nothing; his mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out as his throat bobs. My cock twitches under the intense gaze, loving having his eyes glued on me while I touch myself.
“Fuck, I’d love to feel you inside of me while I’m bent over like this. You could tug on the collar you bought me, Daddy. You can go so deep inside me while I’m bent over like this for you.”
“Stop,” he murmurs with no intention behind the words.
“Do you want a turn at my ass?” I ask again. God, tonight’s just straight out of a fantasy again.
“No!” he says too quickly. Lie. “No more touching yourself. You already jerked off. Come on, back to the basement you go.” Zane reaches over to turn off the water and throws a towel at me.
“Hey, that wasn’t nice, you could’ve at least warned me!”
“Nope. Playtime’s over,” he insists, and my dick deflates as I dry myself, then he’s tugging me out of the bathroom and down the hall into… his bedroom? Piet’s there on his bed, and he barely picks up his head to look at me.
“Wow, Piet, really? At least one of us can weasel our way into bed with the kidnapper. Well done, buddy.”
Zane ignores that comment and pulls out some clothes from his drawer. “Put these on.”
He’s holding out his clothes for me to wear. A pair of underwear, sweatpants, and a new shirt.
“Oh, I’ll gladly wear your clothes.” I take the boxer briefs and pull those on first, followed by the sweatpants. “I feel like I’m swimming in you. I love it.” Zane grunts but doesn’t say anything as he takes the handcuff off again so I can slide the shirt over my head. “How about a hoodie too?”
“God, you’re so fucking needy.”
“I think you mean ‘yes, of course, anything for my sexy captive since I’m still playing hard to get.’ Isn’t that right, Zane?”
He says nothing, just tosses a hoodie at me, and I hold it to my nose and inhale. “Mmm, yes, that’s good.”
“Something is seriously wrong with you,” he balks.
“Yes, we’ve been over this so many times. Now, what side do you sleep on? I’ll take the other.”
“You’re not sleeping in here! Jesus fucking Christ. Come on, let’s go back down to the basement.”
“But I don’t want to be alone down there now that I know what upstairs is like,” I pout. “It’s so much more fun up here with you and Piet. Pleeease.”
“This isn’t a slumber party. It’s not my fault you have a dog or walked behind my truck while it was in reverse—I still have no idea where you came from in that parking lot,” he mutters before turning his sexy-as-fuck glare back at me.
“Now we’re all living with the consequences of your actions. Come on, let’s go.”
Zane tugs me out of his room, and even though I’m sleeping back in the basement, chained to a pole, at least I’m wrapped in his clothes. It’s only a matter of time before he lets me into his bed. I’m slowly wearing him down. I’m sure of it.