Chapter 10
Once Sassik placed Ari in the back of the truck, Saw gingerly hoisted himself aboard and sat on the side bench, looking down at his captive. Sassik had gotten creative and tied her feet together too. The man was enthusiastic. The floor was possibly filthy, though it was difficult to tell in the mild blue light. Since it was corrugated, it was certainly uncomfortable to lie on.
She was naked, of course, and lying on her side. He was careful not to touch her, except with the soles of his boots – one of which was lightly resting over her waist, the other was beside her breast. Watching those tits, the dark circles of her areolas as she breathed was enough to keep his cock happy...her curves lower down too. He sighed, smiling thinly.
She knew he was watching even though she avoided his gaze. Revenge? He couldn’t pin his reasons down as easily as he could her. Somehow...this whole situation was beautiful and might’ve been perfect if he didn’t feel as if he’d been minced.
Surviving a blast like that – he owed that mech. Had it been some sort of automatic, save-the-man programming? He thought not. Even in the small amount of conversation he’d had, the mech seemed genuinely intelligent.
The buzz Ari created gently tugged at his awareness. Fear of men touching her seemed to set it off – he’d fathomed that much. Sitting here and imagining fucking her was as far as he could go, seeing he felt like bits of him might fall off if he moved too fast.
Boot on her only. If he touched her, skin to skin – pow.
His smile tightened. The fun could be in the journey. What a journey this might come to be, and at that hint of possibilities, his dick felt heavier.
“What am I going to do with you? Hmmm?” Now she did look to him, eye to eye. Silent, though the gag wouldn’t be helping.
To the left, Sassik arrived outside the truck, bearing handfuls – he dropped a variety of objects to the floor near her ass end. They rattled. “Knife is still there, sheathed. You could use the hilt end in her. Pilar...” That was a pinkish carrot-like vegetable. “And this is the tool kit. Some things in there would fit.” Sassik leaned on the end of the truck and grinned. “Happy?”
Saw shook his head at the haul. If nothing else this would be mortifying her. Weariness was getting to him, fogging his brain. At waist, he nudged her with his boot, rocking her body. Tied as she was, there wasn’t a lot she could do if they decided to violate her, but maybe enough was enough.
He had her. He’d won, had come out the victor, providing his head or leg didn’t fall off from infection.
“How about...” He grunted and shifted to lessen the pains then used his forefinger to hook the gag aside so she could talk. “How about I give up on this and allow some leniency, if...” Ahh. She was watching intently now. “You apologize for spitting on us.”
It only took a few seconds, to his surprise. Her mouth moved as if she was practicing then she said, “I’m sorry, I spat at you.”
“Both,” Sassik said, still grinning.
She blinked. “Both.”
This was a milestone, psychologically. He waited, to make her think he needed to judge her sincerity. “Accepted. Let’s go, Sassik.”
The ride back to the Scav base, along the crooked, irregular road then down that long ramp, was probably more painful for him than her, but he was damn sure the thoughts running about in her head would surpass his pain. She’d swap in seconds to be him.
He slipped from the truck, with a hop as he landed, waiting for Sassik to retrieve her. Dead middle of the night now, and not many people were wandering about. Only a few guards eyed him, the truck, and Sassik with mild interest, though their attention peaked when Ari was brought out naked and bound.
At the periphery, the yellowish lights were mostly extinguished, and it was so quiet he could hear a distant throb of engines. These had to be run by a generator making electricity. The blue ones, he wasn’t sure what powered those. What fuel did this world have?
The blue ones never seemed to connect to anything, while the yellow ones had definite cables. Being a slave had meant what he’d seen, what he could question easily, had been limited.
He needed to find out more about Aerthe. Being ignorant could lead to fatal mistakes and poor decisions.
The pathway to a room with a bed was strewn with small obstacles. He was having trouble focusing and balancing and had to watch closely to be sure he didn’t trip. Exhaustion hovered. Everything had stopped bleeding, but he was staggering by the time he went through the wide door to a large, rectangular room. Bed, table, and mounds of stuff he barely looked at. Dirt on a hard floor of some speckled ivory color. At the far end were fractured, star-shaped apertures on the wall. They glowed in ivory white and might be windows.
“Excavated recently. It’s all clean.” Sassik gestured about. Ari was still draped over him and her hair swished as he moved. “No skeletons, new bedding, the rotten stuff has been cleaned away. The physician is following us. Those star things that light up? We can’t turn them off.”
“Turn them off?” he croaked.
“Yeah. Whoever made this place made them.”
“How...old?”
“Many years.” Sassik shrugged. “We smashed one and there’s space on the other side that goes up to the sky where the sun comes in, but these work at night too.”
Not Sassik’s ancestors? The man seemed not to care. Maybe these were solar-powered. If they were uranium-powered and irradiating him, he guessed ignorance was bliss.
Even with Ari over his shoulder, Sassik managed to help him to sit on the low bed. It was narrow, and he realized blearily that fitting two on it would be squeezy.
“This one? What do you want done with her?” Sassik deposited Ari on the floor.
He untied her ankles while he waited for Saw to answer. Saw frowned, brain muzzy. What should he do with a naked Ari?
A physician came through the door with a battered sort-of briefcase in hand. He opened it on the low table then laid out needles and suture thread on a cloth. The only bottle that might have been antiseptic, the man took a swig from – Largo, wasn’t that his name?
All the talk of skeletons and excavation had his mind running about, wondering. He could ask later, he decided, as the doc approached his thigh, curved needle in hand.
“Lie on your side.”
“Sterilized?” Didn’t hurt to ask.
“None of that.”
“Fantastic.”
The swoops of the man’s hand as he dug the needle in were accompanied by small lances of pain. He’d tensed but this was minor pain compared to what he’d expected.
“What’d you do?” he slurred. “I’m not feeling it much.”
The doc looked up but kept stitching, neatly, with his other hand stretching the skin this way and that to oppose the lacerated edges. He even bit the suture thread with his teeth. Infection here we come. “Give him lots of water after this. After he wakes up. Rest. Food when he wants it.”
A coolness suffused Saw’s flesh wherever Largo touched.
Wakes up? His eyelids wandered up and down.
Sassik was mouthing words, gesturing. “Girl?”
The doc laid a hand on his forehead. “Now for the other wound.”
Where was that?
Wait. Girl? He looked to Ari where she lay on her side, tits out, scowling, and he managed to say, “Hook her to something. Don’t want her wandering...”
The room faded to darkness. His eyes had shut. The doctor was probing behind his head.
“Will do,” someone said. “I’ll use chain so it won’t break. Don’t want her injuring you accidental like.”
Sounded a good idea.
Time became one long...moment.
He woke several times, but only after the third time did he lever himself upright. Dying to pee.
Ari latched onto his gaze, her eyes intent. From the darkness bruising her sockets, she was tired. She lay on her side, maybe waiting for him to waken, maybe watching him for hours. Her face displayed a shifting circus of discomfort.
“You need to pee too?”
Cautiously, mouth downturned, she nodded. Not talking? He grunted and staggered off to the door, noticing the orange dirt spotting the floor. They’d excavated the room? Or just the way in here? No one could dig out a whole room just for this. He went outside and, upon questioning a passing woman, was directed to another door. Mind the drop, was called just as he flung it open. Luckily. The floor a yard in had cracked away. A chasm beckoned. The hole seemingly plunged forever into darkness with ledges of other truncated rooms showing, across the hole before him, and in tiers and tiers going deeper into the hole.
“What a toilet.” He whistled and leaned out, a little.
Then Saw peed over the edge, noting the mix of sheets of age-tainted paper and fresh leaves to the side in a box – no doubt meant for number twos. If you fell in, no one was going to rescue a person. Though the plus would be that any waste products had been swallowed by this chasm from hell.
Destroyed city, Sassik had named this. Now he knew why, though how was another matter.
How long had he slept? His bladder and the blue-pink sky showing through the gigantic crack above, and the light shining in, said at least a half a day. Wait... He stretched his leg, peered at it. The pants leg had been cut away so he wore shorts to one side above the sutures.
His head hurt. On the right side behind his ear he found more sutures and a partly shaved area. His long black hair was lopsided courtesy of her. More stitches had been placed in smaller cuts all over his legs, his stomach. They looked far cleaner and more healed than they should. He couldn’t have been asleep two days?
His collar was gone too. Many celebrations were in order for that.
He still felt like crap, though much better than he had.
On the way back to the room, he discovered it was only one room in a mildly tilted hallway of similar doors – most of those doors were askew or fallen from their hinges, if they had hinges.
His door... Though he’d seen nothing plastic among Scav possessions, when he ran his palm over the blue surface, it resembled the smoothness of plastic. The Scavs used metal, timber, maybe bone, though he might have missed seeing other materials.
“Sir?” A woman carrying a tray of food had come up behind him – she held nothing hot – just fruit and some sort of fried cakes, smoked meats. Was she a slave? The caramel-colored leather collar seemed to say so.
“Thank you.” He took the tray. She didn’t seem surprised at his thanks, which actually did surprise him.
As she went to walk away, he caught her arm. If Ari needed to pee, this was worth exploiting. He searched among the words he’d been taught when he arrived on the swathe. “Can you bring a chamber pot? For the girl inside?” He indicated the room. “And some new clothes for me.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Being called sir by a slave was odd. He’d never been an officer. JI had done it, but that was different.
He opened the door, and the ease with which his muscles moved struck him yet again. What had the doctor done? “Tell me...” Ari was sitting and had already noticed him. He left the door ajar so he could hear when the other slave returned. “How long was I asleep? A day?”
Her mouth twisted, eyebrows danced. Just those minor things appealed.
Definitely minus a woman for too long.
“It’s not betraying anything to say. Nothing of you.” He studied her. She’d covered herself somewhat – kneeling with her arms scrunched in and her hands on her thighs so her nipples were hidden. The position squashed her breasts together, creating a wonderful cleavage. Her legs were together and only a hint of the pale triangle of her pubic hair showed.
Concealment. She wouldn’t know but her modesty gave him a lever – ammunition for the war ahead. This should be nothing to him, but it wasn’t. Fern, advancing his status so he could find out what to do to find her, so he could damn well survive here as more than the lowest of the low, those were priorities, not this Ari.
Hmmm. He inhaled, looked at her again, all the cute and sexy, girlie bits. Fun was good too.
He sat on the bed, placed the square tray with the food beside his thigh, on the rumpled brown bedding.
Someone, Sassik probably, had locked chain about her neck then fastened the free end to a metal peg. The peg was driven into the damn floor.
No skeletons, Sassik had said. So that was a plus for room décor here? Saw supposed that made driving stakes into the floor trivial. How often did they find skeletons? This seemed a city buried a long time ago. Maybe it’d been lost during that final war everyone talked about – the one the Mekkers had sort of won, but not, since they didn’t own any part of this world.
Driving their landships around and around without stopping, even if they had superior tech and weaponry, wasn’t what he called a victorious result.
He waited her out. Having to pee could drive a person nuts.
“You slept almost a day. I guess?” Ari said softly. “I haven’t seen the sun.”
What a polite voice. It seemed both of them had calmed.
“Thank you.” Those two words made her lift her head.
Surprise, I can be nice. Just not too often. Variety would make the bad parts seem worse, he surmised.
“You want food?” He indicated the tray.
“Yes,” she said slowly, forehead wrinkling.
Shuffling footsteps and a light knock sounded at the door.
“Enter.”
A female slave, a fair-haired one of perhaps twenty-five years, brought in the chamber pot and some clothes then left. The door made horrible noises as she dragged it properly shut. The walls here were bent out of shape. The place hadn’t fallen down though, not yet. Hopefully the Scavs knew their stuff.
After all he’d suffered to get to here, dying under a pile of rubble would be the greatest irony.
“And I need to –” she began.
“Pee. Yes.” A fresh headache was entering his skull with the subtlety of a lumberjack sawing at a tree. “We’re going to share this.” He nodded at the tray. “There’s a place through a door across the hallway out there next to this bloody huge ravine where you could pee, but you might fall in. I would hate that. So...instead you’re peeing in this.” He pointed at the pot on the floor.
Understanding dawned, and she blushed then went pale as he crooked his finger.
“I’d rather –”
“Now. If you don’t, you can do it where you sit, and you’ll get no food.” She must be bursting, because he’d been.
Then he sat back, leaning his hands on the mattress, and he waited.
That she didn’t say more, didn’t protest, testified that he had made inroads. She knew he meant this and knew words of disagreement would achieve zero.
Training was getting somewhere, and he’d barely begun.
Never trained a girl. Not like this.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, feeling the bedding crunch in under his fingers as he watched her dither, hesitate, consider his command.
You couldn’t do this on Earth. Train a girl like this. Not unless you wanted to be arrested.
He was beginning to see the benefits of the world of Aerthe.
The chamber pot was at his toes. Someone had removed his boots while he’d slept.
After one enormous huff of exasperation she crept forward on her knees. “I don’t know if I can...”
Oh the agony of indecision and the blush on her face. Awesome.
He sat up straight, resting his forearms on his thighs. “You can.”
Another sigh then she came forward again, crawling, face twisted in distaste at this act. She rearranged the chain at her neck then positioned herself above the pot, with her legs spread. A twirl of neat white pubic hair decorated the lowest point of her mound.
Most cute, he decided, smiling. He wasn’t into water sports, as it was termed, but making her do this? Yes. This he was into.
Upping the ante was next.
Which should he stick in her? Hand or foot? Hand, because his leg was too sore to lift. If he could’ve, he’d have shoved his dick in her mouth. One day, soon.
“Open your mouth.”
Distracted from her determination to stare at the floor and not him, she looked up. He waved his hand in a half circle. “This in your mouth or I kick the pot away and you get to lick up whatever is spilled.”
Jaw stiff, her words ground out, “Now that is just –”
He slapped her face, and she gasped, hands coming up in claws until she halted and lowered them. “Choose.”
She seethed a moment more, red-faced, and he let her. Finally she opened her mouth and left it open.
“Tilt your head until I can see inside your mouth, and don’t bite me; you’ll get ten times worse.”
When the day came that he didn’t need to give warnings there’d be one huge fucking celebration. That day would come.
Once she’d angled her head upward, he slipped his forefinger in, over wet tongue and down until she began to gag. Then he went in and out, slow as a cock fucking a virgin cunt, and he made sure to smile at her. “Now you can pee.”
It must’ve been an entire minute before she managed to start, and he heard the tinkle in the pot.
When she was done, which took several tries, he moved closer to her, wrapped both hands about her neck and let his lips brush her eyebrow as he murmured, “Good girl.”
She shuddered and when he sat back, rage flared in her expression.
Ari sent him a dead flat stare.
He shook his head slowly, and she blinked, firmed her mouth then lowered her eyes. Reluctance permeated every fractional muscle movement.
But she had yielded. Perfect.
His erection – not so perfect. It had died at the touch of his finger to her tongue – as if he’d been hit by a goddamned cold shower. Fixable, he vowed. Even limp, he was dying to be able to fuck her properly. Was her effect waning? He could’ve sworn she’d even suppressed desire previously.
After he put the chamber pot outside the door, he checked a jug of water that’d been left in the room. It seemed good enough to drink or wash with. They didn’t have running water, of course. How did the Scavs function like this?
He stripped off his blood-stained, shredded clothes but left the new pants and shirt on the floor and wiped himself down, removing some of the blood. Now they were both naked.
He sat before her on the bed and glanced at his woeful dick. “This is intolerable.”
Fucking her was aim numero uno and yet, she stopped him getting it up? He knew how it was when he watched her. Her body attracted him far more than most. Her weird power just made everything harder...except for his cock.
“What’s intolerable, Sir?” Husky voice, her breasts swaying as she spoke, her tongue licking at her upper lip. She knew...she knew.
“You found a sir?” he mused, watching through lowered lids. What a sensual bitch she was. “Though I hear a tone that says I amuse you.”
He reached out and stroked her hair, trapping strands in his fingers when she tried to pull away.
“Don’t. Move.”
Though her body remained tense, she stilled. Good.
He tugged on the strand of hair. “I’m going to enjoy fucking with you and fucking you once we get past this, and we will get past it.” He let the knuckles of his hand drift down the side of her face until he reached her chin, which he cupped in his palm.
“Don’t forget your place. You’re chained to that floor by my decision. You’re naked by my order. You urinated before me with my fingers fucking your mouth, by my order. This little thing you do, it won’t defeat me for long.”
“You think,” she muttered.
Again, he slapped her cheek, if lightly. “No. I know. How far does that chain run?”
Saw stood. The chain was locked about her neck as well as at the stake and the locks had a cavity that resembled a keyhole. He found the key someone had left near the bed for him. A cross-shaped thing, it wasn’t one of those diabolical keys her uncle had used. He unlocked the chain from the stake to free more of its length then relocked it and sat on the bed again.
“Turn around so you face outwards and kneel between my legs. I’m going to feed us both, and you are going to eat.”
That would confuse her yet again. He didn’t give a flying fuck. Keeping her confused enticed him too.
He was beginning to see what attracted him to keeping her. Piece by piece, his subconscious was giving him the manifesto. Revenge sure. Fucking her, fucking with her head, owning her...more delicious revenge for all the shit this world had rained upon him. Unfair on her but who cared...and then there was control.
Ari embodied two big C words. Cunt and control.
He’d never realized what hid in the dark places in his mind. Things were crawling out. Bad things... He’d make them his bitch same as he was making her his little pet, his bitch, his ultimate fuck toy.
Only...once he had her there between his legs and being fed, eating what he gave her while he ate some of it too, she eventually rested her head on the inside of his leg. Tired? Overcome? Maybe she’d barely slept? That would be very likely. Whatever the reason, he found himself enjoying having her there.
For the first time in a long while, the rigid ache eased inside his chest. The invisible wounds from unending misery settled.
A cool wind swept from his mind the balled-up shreds of living despicably.
To push her away and crush this possibly involuntary and subconscious gesture of hers had been his first intention.
How bizarre that this, a woman resting her head on him, should feel wrong.
He looked down on her and at her hair playing over his skin, at his fingers putting morsels in her mouth and her chewing quietly without fuss. He’d not had a woman’s skin against him since forever. She floated a measure of serenity his way, the transferal skin to skin and all without any willpower on her part.
She’d tried to kill him only hours before. He’d wanted to kill her.
Saw put his hand on her shoulder and marveled at the drape of his fingers over that part of her, the bony knobs, the rounded muscle, the smooth skin. So unlike a man.
When the food was gone, he hauled her up and into bed with him, spooning. He ignored her gasps and wriggles, denouncing them with sharp commands.
“Be quiet. Shh. Relax.”
How long could she keep up this rejection of his male response? It was her femaleness that stirred him. Not forever, surely?
He planned to test a theory, if he could keep himself awake enough.
And so, clinging to the memory of what made his cock happy, he played with her – light kisses and bruising bites, nibbles of her flesh that made her utter little sounds, sounds he wanted to make her utter again and again, and his hands delving between her legs.
He spread her thighs while he wrapped her body against him with his arms and legs pinning her; he pulled her face around and kissed her mouth.
His thick fingers slid nicely down there, in that delicious groove, and she was growing wet no matter her transient protests. He returned to kissing her shoulder...and more biting. More not-quite finger-fucking.
Ari began to respond. Her mouth moved under his. Her ass pushed backward, though at first it was subtle.
Initially, he’d planned to make her fear him, wanted to hurt her, but this was a far more interesting way to conquer. When she squirmed against him and his fingers, when wetness smeared her thighs, his fingers, and between her legs, leaking from her increasingly swollen slit, when the small bump of her clit engorged, he stopped. He patted her ass.
Still, she transmitted those almost undetectable ripples that unmanned him. Could he get blue balls from dying to fuck her with a lethargic cock?
“How do you do it?” he asked, taking one last taste of her back. “Why do you? And don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. Explain.”
Maybe it was because she couldn’t see his face but Ari began to talk, to talk normally, as if this was conversation about football or shopping or cake.
It was so novel not to hear anger or defiance. This alone made him smirk.
“I...don’t exactly know.” Her shoulders rolled as she shifted, but she didn’t try to move his hand from her pussy. “A man tried to rape me when I was young. I stabbed him, and he stopped. Since then...it happens.”
A sad tale. He was more awake than seconds before.
“You don’t control it?”
“No. I can tell it’s coming. That’s all.”
“You’re a virgin then? Unfucked?”
She stiffened and perhaps the words he used upset her for his cock, which had been stirring, lost all power again. Full engines in reverse, as they said.
Damn. “Well?”
No answer came, so he wound his fingers into the chain at her neck and pulled her back. Then he waited. He felt the tension leave her as she gave in.
“I’m... Yes, that.”
“Yes, what. You can say it.” He shook the chain collar. “What are you?”
“A virgin. You can let me go. It pinches.”
He tsked. “That’s not a bad thing.” But he stroked between her legs, releasing the collar a little and kissing her back.
Then he unpeeled his fingers from the chain and left her as she was, a little breathless and horny, but with his hand snuggled between her thighs and resting on her cunt.
“Sleep. Unless you slept while I was unconscious?”
Though she grumbled, Ari finally said. “I’m tired. I couldn’t...before.”
As he’d thought.
She exhaled and as her shoulders relaxed he felt her shudder.
Eventually she did sleep. He could tell from the susurration of her breaths. Should he tie her hands? There was no weapon here for her, and he could take her down in seconds.
The SAS had taught him how to wake with a fair degree of accuracy, at the times he wanted, and he wanted to wake her so often it disturbed her. There had to be a fatigue point beyond which this power of hers broke.
Nothing lasted forever. Except maybe for star-shaped, solar-powered windows.
When he woke again, he started the game from square one. He played with her, forcing an arousal he could make no use of. Could he get her to the point of orgasm? He wanted to. He wouldn’t let her come though.
Maybe she couldn’t when a man diddled her?
If he had to he’d use his tongue, whatever it took.
The doctor interrupted them anyway, arriving to check him over. While his wounds were probed, he sat on the bed with Ari kneeling on the floor. The glacial yet immersive touch from this man reminded him of the feel of what Ari did, except this effect was isolated to the wound area.
The final piece of the jigsaw. This was why he was healing faster than natural. The doctors here did more than touch, they healed with that touch.
Magic? People back on Earth had made similar claims, but Ari – she was supposed to be a physician. He’d bet her anti-cock power was connected to being able to heal. The rumors that she was bad at doctoring...those now made sense. She must suspect this.
The healing triggered a new wave of fatigue.
After the doc left, a slave brought an evening meal. Since he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to keep Ari from falling into the abyss of the toilet if she tripped, he organized for others to lead her there and back. When they brought her back, he took charge of the chain and her at the door then towed her to the bed.
He had her stand there while he sat.
His never-ending poking of her, taunting her into arousal, making her use that power until whatever well within her was exhausted...he would do this despite his own fatigue.
He was sure those cock-numbing ripples had lessened. His cock thought so too. Ideas, it had ideas again, and rose when he touched her skin, starting at her hip and feathering his fingers down her side.
Goose bumps, he felt goose bumps. She flinched, and he wondered if this tickled. With thumb at the front, over her mound, his fingers pushed between her thighs, taking control of the territory of her ass.
Ass territory was good. “Your pussy is at mouth height.”
She grunted, frowning. Frowning was bad, he supposed, yet he liked it too.
It said defiance. Defiance spurred him on.
With the chain in his hand, backing away was unwise, yet she tried. He tugged at her neck, reminding her he had the chain. She didn’t raise a hand to smack at him and didn’t spit or swear.
Progress.
He’d only smack her harder than she ever could. He turned her like a carousel, wrapping the chain around her below her butt and above, turned her until her pussy was again before him. His tongue tip touched her clit.
Silence fell. All her small sounds, her breathing, the movement of her feet, were on pause.
At her back, he trapped her hands with chain and his fingers while he nuzzled and licked.
Then he checked her face. Her mouth was partly open, and he thought he detected a mild sort of astonishment. No man had ever licked at her pussy before, obviously.
Again, he sneaked out his tongue until it was in full view of this surprised girl and licked her again – from the lowest part of her slit he could reach, to her clit, and above. After a while, she shoved herself toward him. Her breaths came faster, rougher.
He lowered his mouth, engulfed the swollen button, and licked some more.
When he paused, he found her swaying, her tongue tip stuffed out between lips in an unconscious replica of a wet pussy.
“Any words to say?” Teasing only. He knew she’d not want to talk. He switched his grip to keep her wrists trapped at her back with only one hand and pushed her thighs apart with his spare hand, wriggling a digit upward, along, slipping in slickness, parting her lower lips and...up.
Tight, if well lubricated. Though for a virgin she was not as difficult to penetrate as expected. He wondered at the sex toys she might have used. Had she stuck anything up there and masturbated? Did they have those on Aerthe? Even the ancient Egyptians had made them.
Then...she moaned, distinctly moaned, her eyelids shuttering down, her body moving into his finger thrusts. He sucked on her again, driving her toward climax.
The events unfolding in her body had suppressed what she did and his cock could almost hit full erection. He could maybe fuck her now. Maybe wasn’t good enough.
If she was a virgin, he should take it slow, theoretically. Really, though, he just wanted more, wanted her unhinged and begging. After her homicidal inclinations, the irony of taking her like this would be spectacular.
Maybe then he’d be over her, could sell her to some dirty great Scav, could move on.
He unwrapped the chain, unplugged her cunt, and brought her into bed again. If she noticed his erection semi-fucking the split of her ass, she still said nothing.
He set to work and brought her closer to orgasm than ever, until she was bucking against his hand and clawing at the bed. Air hissed between her teeth when he let her go, and she turned her face into the bed. He figured she must hate what he was doing and was trying not to come, which only made it easier to keep her on the edge of climax.
Edging her and blowing her mind with a momentous orgasm was precisely his aim.
Saw smiled into her hair. “This I call fucking wet.” He brought his hand up so she could see. Her wetness slicked much of his palm, and when he spread his fingers, there it was, shining in a translucent web.
“Gods, I hate you.”
Her panting heaved her body.
“Yet, look at you, breathing like a fucking piston.” He kissed her beside the chain collar.
“Isn’t there something else you should be doing?”
“I’m healing. This is important to my healing.”
Her derisive snort was more amusing than it would’ve been a day ago, but then he did have her chained and in his bed.
“There are other women. Ones who would welcome you. Leave me be. Please.”
Saw anchored his hand in the chain, tangling some of her hair into the knot of his fingers. He stared at her back. And his answer to that was?
Someone knocked at the door and yelled a question.
“Go away!” he yelled back.
The man laughed. “You fucked that girl yet?” Dayne, he knew the voice, though the man sounded drunk.
“None of your business!”
More laughter. “I thought we were watching!”
“Not this time.”
“Change your mind and you’ll find us in the room with the lights down to the left.” After a last thump on the door, Dayne walked away, the sounds of his footsteps receding.
Yelling had made that post-concussion headache fill his temples again, and his eyes wanted to shut.
With his arm draped over her to keep her where he wanted her, Saw let his eyelids drift down. Soon darkness reigned.