This thing with Dawn might’ve caused him to lose face with Kuang, but one thing was for sure. By the end of the day, he’d make sure she hated him as much as he hated himself right now.
11
DAWN
I woke up super late the next morning, sore all over. Victor hadn’t allowed me so much as a glass of wine with dinner, but I felt completely hungover. Apparently, too many orgasms had the same effect as too much wine.
How many times had Victor taken me last night? I wasn’t sure. All I could remember was that after the first time in front of Yaron, it had been a roller coaster of shame and submission.
I hadn’t wanted to come so many times with someone who was treating me so cruelly. But my brain had gone fuzzy after the first three orgasms in front of the mirror, where he made me watch myself come. First, while he played with my pussy and then braced against the glass as he slow-fucked me to two more climaxes. I’d been unable to think clearly or hold onto enough shame to make myself stop.
Eventually, my climaxes had begun to meld together until it felt like I was in a trance. Last night, I could only care about the pleasure at the top of the shame roller coaster. It didn’t matter that it was a monster taking me over and over again, only how high he got me before I came plummeting down again.
This morning was a different story, though. I sat up on the edge of the bed, eager to get a shower in before I called off sick at work. But then, another memory from last night hit me like a truck.
Him pulling up the sheets and dragging me into the shower to wash all his jizz off my filthy body. He fucked me there, too. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly come again, another orgasm began to build.
I sensed he didn’t mean to take me that time, and I wondered if he’d fallen into the same trance as me. Unable to stop, even though we both knew we should. The climax washed over me before I could reach the end of that thought trail. My pussy tightened around his cock as I came, and he sped up, driving into me, deeper and deeper.
I’d spent hours straightening my hair on Sunday with a flat iron set on low and tons of heat protectant to keep from frying my strands. He ruined all my hard work in that shower, and I couldn’t even bring myself to care.
I felt him begin to swell inside my pussy. We were both so exhausted. I thought maybe this time would be different. It wasn’t. He pulled out of me just like all the other times.
But then, he wrapped a hand around my neck, his malevolent gaze pinned on mine as he fisted his cock. He wasn’t choking me exactly, but he was gripping my throat tight as if he wanted to more than anything.
Maybe he did. Maybe that was his deepest wish. That he could end this. End us.
I wish I could say that thought had scared me. That he had scared me. But I’d been too far gone for that. I was so lost in the aftershocks of my millionth orgasm that I merely watched him watch me before his back hunched, and he gave me something else I had to wash off.
But some things can’t be washed off. Like the shame and confusion that enveloped me as soon as I woke up alone.
Though one reminder of Victor remained.
The ring I stowed away in my nightstand was now sitting on top of a piece of paper covered in Victor’s neat handwriting.
“Wear this every day,” the note read. “You will not like the consequences if you do not.”
I was too tired, emotionally and physically, to argue with his written words. I slipped on the ring for the first time in months, and it felt exactly as it did the first time.
It was a shackle. And Victor held the key.
So no, technically, I didn’t need a shower. But I took one anyway, also shampooed and condition my curls for good measure.
As the water washed over me, I tried not to think about what had happened last night.
Just go back to the life you made for yourself before he stopped by for his stupid visit, I told myself.
I’d cook and work out and bike everywhere, teach poor kids sign language, and better myself every day in every way. And, maybe he would stay away for another year. Maybe this time, he’d stay away forever.
My heart vibrated, not knowing how to feel about that.
But the main point was, May 26th could be a regular day, just like any other. The monster was gone now. I could go on living my best prison life, just as I had before.
