Drawn

Chapter 2.22:

"I need to clean these out."

Riley's gentle voice penetrated the thick veil covering my consciousness. I blinked, staring around the room in confusion. This place wasn't where I was when I closed my eyes last. 

Where the fuck were we?

How did I get here?

The last memory I could drum up was when Riley grabbed me by the hair and forced her way back in. The dirty girl spun the little balls holding the metal bar in her tongue against mine as she hungrily kissed me back to life. She pulled me closer to her mouth, surging her hips forward to press against me. Like her ass was magnetized, my arms encompassed her completely, squeezing and locking her in so she couldn't escape again.

I didn't imagine it. I knew that much was real.

Riley's new tongue ring was fucking fire. Even high and out of my mind, I remembered how well she had used the steel to tease me into submission.

I just wasn't sure how far it had gone and it pissed me off.

I wanted to believe that I picked Riley up and the mouthwatering girl climbed me like a tree—that her gorgeous thighs wrapped around me so tightly that she suffocated my throbbing cock. I would have buried every inch of myself deep inside her needy little cunt and filled her up until she could take anymore. Riley was a queen who deserved to be fucked six different ways to Sunday.

But I knew that part never happened. I was too keyed up to have lost myself in her already.

My brain was barely functioning enough to hold my head up. Hence, I had absolutely no goddamned clue where we even were. The place felt familiar like I had been here before, but it was far too clean and sanitary to be Sean's place. Then, like a bitch slap across the face, the dots connected and everything started to click together.  I did know where we were. She told me where we were going when we were trapped in the death room.  I was just too fucked-up to listen. 

Riley Davis said she was bringing me home.

I breathed a small sigh of relief and closed my eyes to hold back the tears. Riley could have dropped me anyplace else in the world. Instead, she decided to bring me to the one place I truly ever belonged. She may not have meant it in the way it was said, but my beautiful girl did bring me home—to my home—with her. 

As if someone flipped a breaker on in my body, my senses fired up into overdrive and released the electrical current that powered me. The whir of the mechanical noises in the building was too loud—even the strained breath Riley let out assaulted my eardrums. The smell of her peach shampoo engulfed the whole room. The scent made my stomach flip in a mixture of anxious nausea and extreme starvation. It was too much at once.

But the feel of her fingertips on my skin was the worst.

The crackle and prickling sting each time she touched me threatened my ability to hold on. Riley held onto my hands and it was all I could focus on. The smooth, soft, creamy skin was so different from the rough, callused, blood-covered things attached to my body. With a frown, she turned over each one, studying my split knuckles like they were hurting her too. 

It was unnerving to feel this much pleasure with the pain.  It made me fucking itch.

"I think your hand could be broken. We need to get it looked at." Her full lips tightened into a grimace as she avoided coming into contact with the inflamed skin around the deepest cut. 

"No doctors." I snapped out in a harsher whisper than intended when her index finger pressed slightly into a purplish bruise forming behind one of the knuckles.