27. Chapter 27
Justin
“Justin.”
The soft voice, along with a kiss on my cheek, pulls me out of my sleep. The kiss isn’t scratchy and a fresh scent of Cameron’s aftershave wafts into my nose as he leans closer. He must have already gotten up and shaved. Showered too, probably.
God, I need a shower. I’m covered in cum and sweat, and I’ve drooled all over my arm and my pillow. I’m disgusting, inside and out.
“Juuustiiin.”
I groan and pull the covers over my head. I want a shower, yes, but I also want to sleep more. I might have been out for hours, but I don’t feel rested at all. It might have something to do with Cameron fucking me god knows how many times.
There’s a chuckle and the covers are stolen from me, the warmth I’ve accumulated disappearing with them. I wince as I try to hold on to the blanket, my whole body sore.
“Come on, sleepyhead. I have a surprise for you.”
A surprise. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I give him a tired look. “Is it your cock? Sir?” I tack on, because I really should be treating him with a little more respect. I don’t want him to suddenly decide I’m being too familiar and punish me for it.
Fortunately, Cameron seems to like my grumpiness. He bops my nose like I’m an angry kitten and tugs on my hand. “That would hardly be a surprise,” he says. “Come on. I love seeing you covered in all that cum, but don’t you want to wash?”
Right. The shower. I suppose that’s a good enough reason to get out of bed.
As I sit up, a sudden bout of dizziness catches me off guard and I nearly plop back down on the bed. Cameron steadies me with an encouraging smile. “It’s just an aftereffect of the drugs. It will pass quickly, but you need to drink a lot of water.”
“Uh-huh,” I reply absently, my attention on my aching muscles.
Why do I feel like I worked out? As far as I know, I was just lying there.
I wasn’t even awake for most of the sex, so it’s not like I actively participated.
My muscles have no business being sore. Only my ass does, and boy, does it hurt.
Every time I move, sharp, stinging pain lances through me. To my mortification, there’s also cum leaking from me. The moment I sit up, the sheet under me grows wet and sticky, and I pray it’s only from cum and not something more embarrassing.
Right now, I have no issue hating Cameron, because the bastard finds it amusing. “I filled you up nicely, didn’t I? It’s a good thing you can’t get pregnant, because with that amount of cum, you surely would have.”
Is he for real? “That’s not how biology works,” I grumble. How am I supposed to get to the bathroom without dripping on the floor? I try clenching, but it hurts too much.
Noticing my grimace, Cameron drops his jokes. “How bad is it?” he asks with genuine concern. “I checked and there isn’t any tearing. It should heal fast. I have some lotion for you after your bath.”
That gets my attention. “Bath?”
“Damn, now I’ve spoiled the surprise. Come on, I’ll help you.
” With an arm wrapped around my shoulders, Cameron walks me to the bathroom, which is warm and foggy with sweet-smelling steam.
The tub is full of water and bubbles, and I can’t wait to get in.
I just need to shower first, because the thought of bringing all that mess on me into the tub is sacrilegious.
I don’t feel dizzy anymore, but Cameron still hovers as I shower and insists on helping me get into the tub, even though there are wide, safe steps.
The tub is large enough to fit us both with some space to spare, but once I’m in, hissing at the slightly too-hot water, Cameron kisses the top of my head and turns to leave.
“Don’t drown,” he warns, glaring at me from the doorway.
“Yes, Sir,” I sass back, because damn, I feel good.
I know this isn’t Cameron’s way of apologizing, because he doesn’t think there’s anything he should be apologizing for.
Keeping people captive and fucking them against their will is completely normal to him and something he feels entitled to for some messed-up reason.
However, he didn’t have to do this for me.
He doesn’t have to do anything for me, yet he always does.
Massaging me, sucking my cock, making sure I come every single time, even if he sometimes makes me beg for it until I feel like I’ll lose my mind.
He’s being so nice to me I’m not sure I can call what’s happening to me abuse. I don’t feel abused. I feel…
With a sigh, I pick up a handful of suds and blow into them, making bubbles fly around. What do I feel?
I like Cameron. Really like him as a person.
I watch a bubble lazily float down onto the mountains surrounding me. It pops before it has a chance to land.
What does liking Cameron say about me? How can I like someone who thinks kidnapping and raping people is normal?
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself that question a lot, and the only answer I came up with was everything.
Everything is wrong with me because I’m not me anymore.
Cameron successfully stole every last piece of my soul and replaced them with something I don’t recognize. Someone who’s not me anymore.
Footsteps echo in the bathroom, but I don’t open my eyes. If I do, I might start crying, and I don’t want Cameron to see that. Not because he’d get angry, but because he’d get sad, and I don’t want to be the reason for that.
Something touches my lips. “Open up,” Cameron says. Even without looking, I know he’s smiling. I can hear it in his voice.
I groan and sink deeper into the bubbles. I’m so not in the mood to give him a blowjob.
Cameron laughs. “All right, as you wish. I guess I’ll just eat these myself.”
Eat these? Wait, so it wasn’t his cock he was pushing into my mouth?
I wipe the bubbles from my face and squint around to see Cameron biting into something red. A strawberry? Damn, I haven’t had fresh fruit in ages. It’s always takeout and chocolate bars down here.
Smirking, Cameron pops the rest of the strawberry into his mouth and lets out an exaggerated moan. “Mmm. So good. You’re missing out.”
I know I am, but what to do about it? I’m terrible at flirting, so I go with puppy dog eyes instead. “May I please have some, Sir?”
Cameron snorts. “God, you sound like an orphan from an Oliver Twist novel. You’re lucky I can’t say no to you.”
I can think of plenty of times when he said no to me, but I hold my tongue. His fingers brush against my lips as he feeds me the strawberry, and I lick them, because that’s what he seems to expect. Also because this new me Cameron created kind of wants to do that.
I shouldn’t give in to these urges and focus on escape instead, but it’s not like I can escape right now. There’s no harm in indulging Cameron’s fantasies.
Instead of giving the next strawberry to me, Cameron takes a bite, then leans in to kiss me. He pushes the piece into my mouth, but instead of deepening the kiss, he pulls away with a grimace.
I’m confused for a second before a wave of embarrassment slams into me.
Oh God. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. My breath must be repulsive.
“I’m sorry,” I say, avoiding his look. “If you please just hand me my toothbrush, I’ll—”
“What? I don’t care about that, pet, but you taste like soap. No more dunking in the bubbles.”
“Oh.” Now I realize the faint taste of soap is on my tongue, too. I was just too busy feeling mortified to notice it. “Well, I thought you were giving me your cock.”
“And your reaction was to hide instead of opening your mouth like a good pet?”
“Um…” I pause to think of the best answer.
Cameron’s question was playful, but the subtle edge to his tone tells me he didn’t like that reaction one bit.
I consider lying, but my ass is already sore.
I don’t need to get spanked on top of that, so I hedge around the truth.
“I was tired and forgot myself, Sir. I’m here to serve you.
” I do my best to ignore the oddly right way those words feel in my mouth. Nothing about this should feel right.
Cameron scrutinizes my expression, then sighs and runs his hand through my hair. “Sometimes I feel like I’m doing you a disservice by being too soft. However, I will punish you if you misbehave, so keep that in mind.”
“Yes, Sir.” What else am I supposed to say? A shiver crawls down my spine at his threat, and the steamy water suddenly feels cold. He keeps threatening to hurt me, and I keep coming to him for comfort. How does that make sense?
As if sensing my tension, Cameron strokes my hair again. “Relax, pet. Just keep doing what you’ve been doing until now, and everything will be all right. Now, do I have to put a strawberry on my dick to get a blowjob?”