Don't Let Go (Dark Erotica) by Warren Skye

Author:Warren, Skye [Warren, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 9781940518039
Published: 2013-11-09T23:00:00+00:00

Something was different.

For the past three days he had come at every mealtime. He would help me wobble to the bathroom. He would feed me some time-specific meal, so I could get my bearings. Scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. A hearty stew for lunch. Gnocchi and marinara sauce for dinner with a warm garlic bread that tasted homemade. There was always music for our meals and our sessions. He varied the selection, but he was a fan of La Bohème, that much was clear. Really, if it weren’t for the chains and the whips, he’d have been a very good host.

But he hadn’t come for a while now. Without the meals to tick away the hours, I couldn’t tell how long it had been. But I was hungry. And I had to pee.

And pain screamed through my arms at being held in one place for so long.

Fear was a constant presence in my mouth, harsh and metallic. I was worried about nerve damage at this point, and that was unlike him. So far he’d been careful with me. Cuts and bruises, but no broken bones. Nothing permanent.

Permanent. A very scary word to a woman in my position. Permanent damage would mean he never planned to send me back. It was a death sentence.

I squirmed again, wishing I didn’t have to pee so badly at such a dire moment. It was very distracting. They don’t explain that part in all the dramatic climaxes in plays. When the Phantom of the Opera kidnaps Christine and ties her up, they don’t show how she used the facilities or when. An oversight, surely, because now that I was here, these struck me as vital plot points.

I must have dozed off, but finally, a sound pierced my hungry, painful fog. A creak. Like the door, but even that sounded different. The steps inside, different.

What if it was someone else?

There was silence, but I felt him watching me. I felt more acute fear in that moment than I had the entire time. Realizing I could get left behind. Having no idea who was looking at me.

Hesitant fingers pulled at the knotting behind my back. My fingers were released, and a thousand needles shot through them. He undid all the rope, at my ankles and beneath my breasts. The numbness turned to a raging fire of pain, and I whimpered. His hands went to my arms, no longer unsure. He massaged my muscles…

And I realized I was free.

No restraints held me down. Even he wasn’t holding me down, just touching me. Caressing me. Had I heard the door actually close? I wasn’t sure.

I lay still, but not too still. It was important not to project. Keep breathing. Don’t move.

“Please,” I murmured.

He stopped.

I didn’t have to pretend my throat was dry. My lips were chapped. “Water,” I whispered.

The bed moved as he stood up. It had to be a trap, but I heard his footsteps move away. It had to be a trick, but the faucet squeaked and water rushed.

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