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Chapter 42

My throat is dried up from the rag of cloth. My hands the only things I can possibly use to pull myself up. My legs far apart, held on the ends of a metal rod, I guess, since it's impossible to pull them together. Down there everything feels moist and slimy, but I have no fucking control of anything that's going on there. And I can't breathe normally because of this fucking, dry cloth.

My heart is racing, not because I'm uncomfortable, more because there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do if I want him to stop. Don't misunderstand me—I'm not scared. I'm excited. Hell, last thing I want is that he stops.

I moan muffled into the cloth. It's not himself, that's obvious. It's cold and big, sliding into me way quicker than a human could move into me. Way too sudden, way too harsh. He has no consideration today—none. And I just wish to hold onto something but all I can do is bury my toes into the mattress. And maybe lift my butt a little because seriously, I want more. I want it deeper and I want it a lot—a lot—faster. 

"What was that about not being horny?" he asks. "Because if that's so, I should rather slow don't, right?" 

I throw my head back, groaning muffled, shaking my head, but he already slows down. The mattress lowers as he leans forward to remove the rag of cloth and I can finally breathe again. "I can't hear you."

"Please..." I whisper, breathing so ragged that my chest burns like I've just sprinted a marathon. "Please... don't stop..."

"Well," he sighs. "Unfortunately my arm's getting tired." 

"Please..."

I hear something click. I feel the mattress lowering just next to my butt and everything in me is just screaming and craving for another thrust. Instead of that, I can feel his cold fingers squeezing in between that thing and the tightening skin around my hole.

"Relax Oscar," he says 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 tightly grabs my leg and lifts it, just to push his fingers in all at once. God, I'm not sure if I'm groaning out of pain or pleasure. Somehow both, I guess.

I try to relax. "I can't," I breathe. "I can't... shit... It's too much..." 

He shakes his finger inside of me. Well, I do relax then. I don't know how much is really inside me, but I's pretty sure that thing's still in and at least a few fingers which just don't stop moving. I lift my butt again, higher, move it to his fingers, hoping he will start to thrust this thing in again.

It feels like there's even more pushed in—like he puts a second thing in, switching it with his fingers. And in that moment, I'm seriously scared of getting hurt, so I focus hard on relaxing. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. "Fuck," I barely breathe, too scared to move, too scared to even breathe wrong.

I get used to it slowly. My breath still trembling, I want nothing more than for him to shove it into me. But nothing happens.

"Want something, Oscar?" God, how I hate that joy in his voice. How I hate that asshole. God, I miss Felix.

"Please... Please move it..." When he stands up I tense up a little, my skin clenching around those things inside me and I can clearly feel how big it is together. I really have to stay calm. "Shit..." I take a deep breath, which ends up in faster breaths. I'm gasping for air.

I feel him brush a sweaty strand of hair from my face. "Answer right, I'll speed it up for you." 

God, I even feel it when he just grabs that thing, without even moving. And my whole body shivers when he slowly—very slowly slides it in and out. So slowly I'm staring to shake. Fuck. I'm sweating. A lot. I can feel the drops on my forehead. "Hurry the fuck up and ask, then."