Chapter 14 Summer
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SUMMER
My fingers dip into the soft curls atop Kage’s skull, my thighs trembling in exhaustion, sweat slicking both our skin as the lascivious sounds of his mouth on my pussy echoes in the cold, dark basement.
Another keening moan rips from my throat as my back arches, his teeth scraping over my sensitive clit and coaxing forward my next orgasm.
His fingers wrap around my thighs and dig into my muscles so deep I can feel him against my very bones.
Chest heaving chaotically, I pant, “I can’t…please…too much…”
He ignores my pleas for mercy and pries another climax from between my quivering thighs like a lion ruthlessly making a kill.
Screaming his name to the gods as I come again, he still doesn’t relent, his expert tongue flicking over my abused bud, my cunt clenching and my womb aching.
He worships me as though I am God, and he Satan, begging to be restored to Heaven.
My eyes flutter, and I suck in a heaping breath of air, clutching at the bare mattress beneath me…
Alone in the dark, my thighs damp with arousal.
It’s the third wet dream I’ve had of Kage this week alone, and I’m blaming it on my first ovulation in years.
Pressing a hand to my sweaty forehead, I steady my breathing and prepare for the onslaught of guilt and disgust. I shouldn’t feel this way toward him at all.
I know it’s just because he’s my death and life all wrapped into one, and there’s a type of reverence toward someone who wields that amount of power over you.
The chains binding my wrists are a constant reminder that I didn’t choose this, and so I shouldn’t be choosing him in any capacity. The only problem with having so much time to think and reflect on your life? You start to convince yourself that your oppressor is actually somehow your savior.
Because I can’t stop comparing Kage to everyone close to me before this happened, and I know with a sinking feeling that of all the people I would be able to count on, he would be the only one.
My family would be there for me in any capacity I needed, naturally, but it’s your chosen family you need to construct carefully, and I did a piss-poor job of building a solid foundation around me.
Sighing, I turn my head to the side, unable to keep the grin from my lips.
Poppy—Princess’s new name—purrs contently next to me, legs folded up under her like a loaf of bread, eyes pinched shut, and a smile of bliss on her cute little snout.
She’s been spending the majority of her time near me or hunting big ass beetles in the laundry room.
At least once a day, she trots happily over to me, primordial pouch swinging as a shiny black bug wriggles in her mouth.
The first time, I’d screamed so loud that I’d roused some nesting quail in the shrubs by the only window.
At least Kage had been gone to work; it’s one less thing he can torment me with.
I don’t have phobias, per se, but I have rather strong aversions to certain things.
Thunderstorms, needles, creepy crawly bugs or wriggly, slimy ones.
After this ordeal, we can add clowns, chains, and showers without walls to that list.
Turning my face back to the ceiling, I count the exposed beams for the millionth time before I try to figure out which wire leads to what important switch in the house.
Kage will eventually mess up. He’s oddly lax around me, which only further proves my suspicions that he’s more worried about someone getting in than me getting out.
There’s a sort of cockiness to him, a reassured swagger in his gait around me, as though he’s completely sure of his abilities to outsmart and outmatch me.
The most depressing part is knowing that’s true; I don’t have much to offer society, and so I had to make a mirage and let the world think I did.
I’m not brave. I coasted by in high school, far more concerned with parties and maintaining vapid friendships than academics.
I can’t stand the sight of people vomiting or bleeding, so becoming a nurse was always off the table.
I’m not overly fond of kids, either, so that kills a few other career choices.
I hate math and suck ass at it. Accounting was out, which saddened my mortgage broker father.
Anything physical? No fucking thank you.
I break out in hives if I have to speed-walk to catch a flight.
So did Kage become obsessed with the facade, or could he sense the real me behind the camera? And if it was the mask I wore that he loves…when will he realize it was all fake and kill me?
The door to the basement pops open, and he stomps down right on schedule, scaring Poppy back into the abyss of the laundry room.
Grumbling in annoyance, I push myself up, the chains warm against my worn, bruised wrists.
He’s dressed for whatever his job is, two coolers in hand—the blue one, mine, and the red, his.
I hate how when his eyes crinkle, my heart squeezes in lust, knowing he’s smiling at me beneath that mask. I make him happy. Then he turns around and shows up in my dreams with his face buried in my pussy.
Setting the little cooler down near the edge of the mattress, he pulls the notebook from under his arm and kneels to my eye level, writing something down quickly before turning the pages to me.
I’ll be gone late again tonight.
My soul is crushed by the weight of a thousand suns, and my eyes jump to his. After the floorboard creaking incident, being alone in this dungeon has become a million times more terrifying when he’s gone. He’s also the only human contact I’ve had in months, and his presence is reassuring.
However fucked up it is, he makes me feel safe.
“Why?” I grit out through clenched teeth, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. He quirks a brow, surprised by my attitude, and writes again. Nosey, I crane my neck and watch as each letter forms a word.
You gonna miss me?
My nostrils flare and my lips pinch like my grandmother’s used to when she was pissed at my grandpa.
“No.”
He snorts and tosses aside the notebook, reaching for me and slipping his hands beneath my armpits. “Hey, wha—Kage, put me down!”
He stands with me in tow, not trembling in the slightest, holding me eye to eye with him like I’m a child, my feet dangling above the mattress.
His eyes are such a soft shade of light brown, like perfectly tanned leather, or sweet, smooth caramel.
I can tell he’s grinning, and he steps onto the mattress before he slowly puts me back to my feet, like a weightlifter unfurling the barbell.
We both bounce slightly, and I have to crane my neck back to hold his gaze.
He tilts his head to the side and studies me for a moment, eyes swishing like the stroke of a painter’s brush all over my face.
He takes a step forward, forcing me back until my shoulders hit the cold wall, my chains tinkling lightly against them.
Swallowing hard, I’m engulfed by not only his shadow, but his scent, his dominant presence.
It’s…intoxicating, to be looked at the way he’s looking at me right now, and my body very happily remembers how that dream earlier made me feel.
He reaches up, cupping his hand and pressing darkness over my eyes.
Stunned into stillness, I release a shaky breath as my body tenses, missing one of its most vital senses.
He moves, and I recoil out of fear, but he just slows down, reaching for my cheek and caressing it with his thumb, a subtle reassurance that he’s never once struck me.
And then, lips as soft and gentle as rose petals fall over mine, a shockwave coursing through me as my body greedily responds, kissing him back before my brain makes me pull away with a gasp.
Nothing but charged air and heavy breaths sound between us, and after I’ve dampened my thighs with arousal again, he backs away, his mask securely in place.
Eyes adjusting to the dim light once more, I watch as he jots down one last message, grabs his lunch box, and disappears.
It takes me an hour to read his message, because the second I hear his truck peel out on the gravel, my fingers are diving into my wet cunt over and over and over until I’ve climaxed three times—none of them coming close to my dreams, or the time he fingered me.
Rolling off the mattress in a lusty haze, my eyes scan his handwriting, and my stomach sinks to the bottom of the ocean.
I love hearing you moan my name in your sleep, sunshine. See you tonight.