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Chapter 42

My throat was dried up from the rag of cloth. My hands the only things I could possibly use to pull myself up. My legs far apart, held on the ends of a metal rod, I suspect. It was impossible to pull them together. Down there everything felt moist and slimy, but I had no fucking control of anything that was going on down there. And I couldn't breathe normally because of this fucking, dry cloth.

My heart was racing, not because I was uncomfortable, more because there was nothing, absolutely nothing I could have done if I wanted him to stop. I wasn't scared. I was excited. Hell, last thing I wanted was that he stopped.

I could feel it wasn't him when he pushed it in for the first time. It was cold. Sudden. He did it without consideration and I wished I could hold onto something but all I could do was bury my toes in the mattress. And maybe lift my butt a little because seriously, I wanted more. I wanted it deeper and I wanted it a lot, a lot faster. 

„What was it?" he asked. „You're not even horny you said? Should I go slower?" I threw my head back, groaning, shaking my head, but he already slowed up. The mattress lowered as he leaned forward to remove the rag of cloth and I could finally breathe again. „I can't hear you."

„No..." I stuttered breathlessly. „D-don't... stop..."

„Well," he sighed. „Unfortunately my arm is getting tired." I heard something click. I felt the mattress lowering again, just next to my butt and everything in me was just screaming and craving for another thrust. Instead of that, I could feel his cold fingers squeezing in between that thing and the tightening skin around my hole.

„Relax Oscar," he said in a strict tone. „Or you're gonna get hurt. I won't hold back today. I don't care if you get hurt, it's all on you tonight." His hand grabbed and lifted my leg and just pushed his fingers in all at once. God, I wasn't sure if I was groaning out of pain or pleasure. It was both, somehow.

I tried to relax. „I can't," I breathed. „I can't... shit..." I whispered. „It's too much. Wait... sh... shit..." He shook his finger inside of me. Well, I did relax then. I didn't know how much there was really inside me, but I was pretty sure that thing was still in and at least a few fingers which didn't want to stop moving. I lifted my butt again, higher, moved it to his fingers, hoping he would start to thrust it in again.

I wasn't clear what really happened and I actually didn't really care as soon as he wouldn't stop, but apparently he put a second thing in, switching it with his fingers. „God–dammit! Fuck! Fuck... please..." I couldn't stop moving my butt, but there was no use. He had removed his hands.

„Do you want something, Oscar?" How I hated that joy in his voice. God. God, what an asshole. God, I missed Felix. Felix...

„Please... Please move it..." When he stood up I tensed up a little, my skin clenching around those things inside me and I could clearly feel how big it was together. I had to calm down, or I would really hurt myself. „Shit," I breathed. „Fucking hell, you're..." I took a deep breath, which ended in faster breaths. I was gasping for air. „God, you're a fuckin' asshole! Just do it, fucking shit. Fuck. Fuck... Please..."

I clearly heard his footsteps to my left, then he sat down next to me again. „You earn it first," he said. I felt him brushing a sweaty strand of hair from my face. „I'm gonna make it move faster every time you answer right." God I even felt it when he only grabbed that thing, without even moving. And my whole body shook when he slowly, slowly slid it in and out. So slowly. I shivered. Fuck. I was sweating. A lot. I could feel the drops on my forehead. „Yes," I whispered fast. „Yes, ask, please."

„Tell me what your mistakes were."

„W-what?" I tried to breathe normally. I also tried to move to his hand, but he didn't let that happen. He stopped or slowed down as soon as I moved a little.