“I have to pee,” I tell him.
He doesn’t care. He forces my mouth open and reinserts the ball gag that I thought was long gone, tapping me on the lips.
“Until I have a use for it.”
And then he moves down below me. Touching me. Groaning at the moisture he feels there. I try to mumble around the gag to tell him again, but it’s no use. He can’t understand, and my words don’t matter, anyway. Not to him.
He pushes something inside of me, and it isn’t his fingers. The resulting struggle I offer up is hindered by my restraints, and Javi just grabs me by the thighs to hold me in place.
“Stop,” he commands. “Or you won’t like what comes next. I’m being gentle with you. But that can change very quickly, Bella.”
I don’t understand what he means until he pulls the plug out of me and pushes it against something else. Somewhere he’s never touched before.
I shake my head frantically, trying desperately to clench my legs together, but he slaps my thigh and makes me open for him.
“Be a good girl,” he says. “And it won’t be so bad.”
The reality is that he’s right. It doesn’t matter what I do or how much I fight, it’s going to happen either way. So I try to do as he says and relax.
He slips the plug inside of me, and it burns. It’s too large, and my body is not accustomed to such an invasion. Not there.
I want to hate him. I want to scream at him. I want to rip off his hood and make him feel the way I do right now. Exposed and raw and wounded. But then he starts touching me.
Fingering me.
And my hatred is swallowed up by the intensity of these foreign feelings. The pleasure is amplified. Profound. It takes root in the nerves I never even knew existed and holds me hostage. My legs fall wider, exposing myself to him fully, and there isn’t an ounce of shame left in me.
“You see, Bella?” he taunts. “This is the only way. You are mine. Mine to do with as I please.”
It’s a truth I can’t deny. I am a slave to Javi. Always. To his touch. But it has never been so clear as it is right now. He owns me.
I squirm and twist and thrash against him, desperate for more. He has created this animal. Bent me to his will and turned me feral. And he is so proud of his little monster.
He bends forward and licks my face. Pinches my nipple. Clamps his hand over my mouth and nose. Always playing his games. Reminding me who is in control. As if I could ever forget.
My bladder is full, and there is so much pressure. I worry what will happen if I give in, but then I give up caring at all. I cry out and convulse like a demon from the onslaught of the orgasm. It is the most intense orgasm of my life, and yet it has barely touched on what I want or need right now.
I’m a mess. Physically and mentally.
Javi moves around the table, and I try to get his attention, mumbling around the gag.
“I have to pee,” I tell him again.
He gropes my breast.
And then walks away.
Idon’t knowhow much longer I can hold it.
The pressure is too intense. And I know this is what he wants. He wants me to humiliate myself.
The silence is even worse. There is nothing else to focus on.
Until there is.
The doorbell.
It shocks me back to life. The doorbell means someone else is here. And I’m out in the open. They only have to walk down the hall, and then Javi’s darkness will be exposed.