19. Liquid Boundaries
Liquid Boundaries
Onyx
My stomach twisted with dread.
I shot him a furious glare, but he just whistled, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
Perhaps, my humiliation was also part of what turned him on?
“Havoc, I’m not peeing in front of you.”
“Why not? It’s a natural thing, isn’t it?”
“Not when someone’s watching,” I shot back, trying to maintain what little dignity I had left.
His gaze darkened slightly, a hint of something more serious behind his eyes. “Do you know why I like to watch women urinate?”
“I don’t care.”
He ignored my answer, continuing as if he hadn’t heard me. “It’s because, in those moments, you’re vulnerable. Stripped bare. No barriers. No masks. No defenses. No walls. It’s raw. Pure. Instinctual. Primal—something you can’t deny or fake.”
“You’re demented.”
“I am, but that still doesn’t change this moment.”
“When I pee, I need you to just look up and away—”
“I will be watching the urine leave your body.”
“What the fuck—”
“I like it.”
“Why? And don’t tell me that bullshit about the moment being raw—”
“Then, I’ll give you the other reason. I like doing things that are forbidden. Socially unacceptable. It is arousing to me.” His breathing rose as if just the words alone were turning him on. “And is there not a small thrill in the degradation of others?”
“No. There’s not.”
I stood there, my mind racing.
Part of me wanted to refuse, to defy him just for the sake of it.
But the other part of me knew that resistance would only make things worse.
We could fight again, yet I was beyond exhausted, still hungry, and unfortunately. . .I actually needed to pee.
“Fine.” I placed my fingers at the top of my panties. “Sicko.”
“Mmm.” His eyes lit up with perverse delight as he reclined against a tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching me intently as if I were some exotic show.
There was a twisted satisfaction in his gaze, like he'd won a major victory.
I took a step back, away from the pile of fabric and slowly lowered my panties just enough for what I needed to do.
Cool air smoothed against my folds.
He dropped his gaze to my exposed pussy and groaned.
Shivers zipped down my spine.
Feeling absolutely vulnerable, I squatted, shielding myself best as I could from his heated gaze.
However, it didn’t matter. I could see that twisted satisfaction all over his face as well as the perverted delight flashing in his gaze.
He curled his lips upwards in a devilish grin. “Very nice.”
My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. The cold air bit into my skin and made it all the more uncomfortable.
This searing humiliation burned through me like fire. Part of me wanted to lash out, while the other part just wanted to crawl away and hide.
I squatted further down.
The forest around us was eerily quiet, as if even the creatures of the night wanted to witness my humiliation.
I tugged my panties down. The soft, intimate sound of the material sliding over my thighs was almost drowned out by the pounding of my heart in my ears.
“Hell yes.” Havoc unfolded his arms and dove one hand into his pants.
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
“You’re lucky my cock is not in your mouth.”
“No, Havoc. You’re lucky that it isn’t.”
He blinked, understanding just how hard I would bite down on that length if it ever did get close to my lips.
Just ignore him and get on with it.
I tried to disregard the weight of Havoc’s gaze on me. I could feel it— hot and heavy—like a physical touch, tracing every curve and dip of my pussy. Plus, the vulnerability of the moment was suffocating, wrapping around me and tightening with every passing second.
The smell of the forest was all around me—earthy and damp, mixed with the lingering scent of rain.
It should have been calming, grounding, but instead, it made the situation feel even more surreal, like I was trapped in some fucked-up dream I couldn’t wake up from.
My breathing grew shallow.
Alright. Just do it.
Havoc was silent, yet his presence still loomed.
I could hear the faint rustle of leaves under his feet as he shifted his weight, probably trying to get a better grip on his cock.
Was he stroking it as he watched me squat with my pussy exposed to him?
Was he rubbing the tip?
Did pre-cum already spill to his fingers?
How much was he enjoying this?
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what I was about to do.
My body went tense, every muscle coiled tight, but there was no escape. I had to go, and he wasn’t going to let me do it in peace.
There was no room for pride here.
Not anymore.
Damn it.
The first stream of urine came hesitantly, a small trickle that seemed almost too quiet in the gentle noise of the forest.
But as soon as it hit the leaves and the dirt below me, Havoc loudly groaned.
My breath hitched.
I opened my eyes.
Sicko.
Havoc had his cock out. It was large and erect, glistening with pre-cum in the faint light filtering through the trees.
And I didn’t want to admit it, but. . .I fucking enjoyed the sight. Loved that the simple act of my urinating was turning him on.
Once again, Havoc’s groan cut through the forest like a sharp blade. “Oh God, yes.”
My breathing sped up, but it wasn’t just from embarrassment or shame. No, there was something else there, something darker and more unsettling that pulsed just beneath the surface.
His intense gaze was on me, taking in every second.
Every drop.
Looking at the stream of urine leaving my body as if it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
His own breathing had quickened, his chest rising and falling with a barely restrained hunger.
And the more I watched him, the more I could see the rugged, fiery desire etched into every line of his face, in the way his lips parted and his pupils dilated in the moonlight.
This is really turning him on.
There was something twistedly exhilarating about it, a realization that sent a shiver down my spine. Here I was, forced into a position that should have left me feeling utterly powerless, and yet. . .it didn’t.
Not entirely.
I had made him groan.
Made him lose that iron grip of control he always seemed to have.
In that moment, I was somewhat in control.
I was the one dictating the terms of this twisted exchange.
His reaction, his arousal—it was all because of me, because of something so simple, so natural, that it should have been insignificant.
But it wasn’t.
Not to him.
Not to me.
It was power—raw and unfiltered—surging through me in a way I hadn’t expected.
And as much as I hated to admit it, as much as it made my stomach ache with guilt and something darker, I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me. The way my body responded to his obvious desire, to the way he was completely captivated by something so mundane, made me feel a strange sense of control.
And perhaps. . .his reaction was proof that even in my most vulnerable state, I held a power over him that was undeniable. And the realization of that power—as twisted as it was— sent a pulse of dark satisfaction through me.
That’s right you, sick bastard. Look at that pee.
“Fuck.” Slowly, his hand moved up and down the long length of his cock as his eyes locked onto the stream of urine leaving me.
Yeah. Yeah. Take it all in.
The sight was repelling and enticing all at once.
A perverse dance of erotic power.
My bladder nearly emptied completely now, the steady stream splattering on the wet leaves beneath me, while my cheeks burned with shame, power, and arousal.
“Good girl.” Havoc groaned again, louder this time, his body shuddering in response to the obscene display. “O-oh, you’re such a good girl.”
My heart pounded violently in my chest.
The scent of urine mixed with the earthy smell of the forest. It was a sharp, acrid tang that filled my nostrils and made my stomach twirl. I could feel the warmth of the fluid against my skin, the sensation both foreign and familiar, but in this context, it felt wrong.
So wrong.
The liquid pooled beneath me, soaking into the ground, disappearing into the earth as if it had never existed.
And Havoc grunted and groaned until the sound of the urine finally tapered off.
I stayed crouched for a moment longer, my body trembling with exhaustion, confusion, and embarrassment.
“F-fuck.” Grunting some more, Havoc put his cock back into his pants, and I could see it all over his face that he hadn’t wanted to put it away.
Bloody hell. Too bad I don’t have to pee anymore.
He cleared his throat. “Use one of the torn pieces of your bodysuit to wipe that pretty pussy off.”
I remained in that awkward crouched position. “Give me one please.”
Havoc's gaze never left me as he grudgingly moved to where he'd left the pieces of my bodysuit. His fingers, still damp with his own arousal, picked up a torn off piece and approached me.
Next, he tossed it to me without a word.
I grabbed the fabric from midair and hesitated for a moment before I used it to clean myself. The soft material was cool against my heated folds, providing a brief moment of relief from the shameful heat that had ignited within me.
Fucking, bastard.
And now I felt like he was back in control.
I clenched my teeth and fought back the urge to cover myself again. I couldn't show him how vulnerable I felt in this moment, couldn't afford to give him even more satisfaction.
Once I was done, I threw away the soiled fabric and quickly tugged my panties back in place.
Havoc groaned one more time. “Pity.”
I ignored his comment and stood up slowly. My legs were shaky from the awkward position and the odd emotional toll of those last few minutes.
My gaze remained fixed on the ground, unable to meet Havoc’s eyes, unable to confront the reality of what had just happened.
What made it even crazier was that I could still feel his wicked gaze still lingering on the spot between my legs.
The forest went still, holding its breath as if it had witnessed something forbidden, something that shouldn't have happened. And unfortunately, the echoes of what had just occurred still reverberated through me, making my skin tingle and my heart race.
Why do I feel this way? It’s so weird.
And even crazier, I still couldn't look at Havoc.
The weight of what had transpired hung heavily between us.
My mind shifted into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—disgust at myself for the way my body had oddly reacted, fury at him for pushing me into such a degrading situation, and a sliver of fear for what this meant about who I was becoming.
No. I’m not changing. He’s not doing anything to me. This is just. . .today. This whole fucked up day.
I had wanted to hold onto my dignity, but he had stripped that away as easily as he had torn off my bodysuit. Yet standing here in the aftermath, I felt something more.
Something I wasn’t ready to admit.
I kind of. . .enjoyed that. Or did I? What am I missing?
Havoc’s eyes were still on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, tracing over my body, lingering on the places where he had forced me to expose myself. There was no escaping him, no hiding from the way he had invaded my most private moment and turned it into something sick and twisted.
And. . .yet. . .I felt like I was in control and relished in it. Why?
I could still hear the sound of his groans in my head, the way his breath had hitched as he watched me, his hand working over his cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He had enjoyed every second of it, had reveled in my humiliation.
But had I not reveled in his need to see my urine too? What is this. . .perversion?
I forced myself to stand up straight, to lift my chin and meet his gaze head-on.
I could tell that he was loving his position as my predator, and I was currently playing the role as his prey, I refused to be easy game.
“How do you feel?” He started to move then, slowly, deliberately, each step measured and careful as if he were approaching a wild animal that might lash out at any moment.
I refused to speak.
“Aww. Nothing smart to say right now?” He kept coming closer.
When he reached me, he stood right in front, so close that I could feel the heat of his body, could smell the scent of sweat and the forest on his skin.
“You did well, wildcat.” He pulled out the rope from his pocket.
“I don’t need my hands bound.”
“You do.”
“You said yourself that I was a good girl.”
A dark chuckle left him. “Did I say that?”
“You sure did, while you stroked that big cock of yours.”
“So you do think it is big?”
“Very big.”
His voice lowered into a dangerous growl. “Are you trying to flirt with me, wildcat?”
“Will that get the rope away from my wrists?”
Without answering, he slipped behind me.
It was so fast, I almost jumped.
Now what?