Page 59 of Corrupt Game

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Page 59 of Corrupt Game

Wait? Respect? I paused and rehashed my thoughts. I was all about disrespecting Mr. Holdt. Where had that idea come from in the first place?

Scrambling to grab the clothes, I realized there was another t-shirt and pair of jeans.

It meant the day would be spent in a leisurely way—food being fed to me from the table, hopefully with the rest of the afternoon curled up on the couch. If previous experience could be relied on.

Semi-cuddling, but completely devoid of any reference to sexualized things.

Had I already managed to lose his interest in that area? Was he no longer concerned with having me be his sexual plaything or did he have another motive?

Calm down, Collette. He wouldn’t have put this butt plug in if he wasn’t planning to fill your ass with his cock.

Was I supposed to be doing something to ensure that I played exactly the role he wanted me to?

I wasn’t a mind reader, so I could only react to what he presented. I had to maintain my due diligence. He had a plan, he wasn’t a man to never have a plan with a back-up plan to his back-up plans.

The shower was one of the few places I felt alone. I wasn’t dumb enough to think that this tech mogul wouldn’t have cameras in all the rooms.

What I was betting on, was the fact that he wouldn’t intrude on someone’s privacy in the restroom or shower.

Just out of the shower’s spray, I reached down and slid a finger over my clit. I clenched my butt cheeks, still unfamiliar with having something in that hole.

The feeling was keeping me wet and ready to have sex.

My finger wasn’t going to cut it this time. I needed to feel full in both places. Glancing around, I tried to find something that I could use.

Nothing in the bathroom stood out except for the detachable shower head.

Turning the water off, I grabbed the slender nozzle and sat on the small corner seat.

The warm metal slid right in, and I sighed.

Much better than my fingers.

Using one hand to rub my clit, I could feel the ease with which the nozzle moved in and out.

So tight and full. This was good, but I tried imagining it was Mr. Holdt’s cock instead.

Instantly, I felt as if I were going to combust. After our session the other night, I’d been ready for more. He’d left me wanting it, and I could think of only one way to do that.

Faster and faster, I rubbed my nub as I started fucking my very turned on pussy. Maybe it was only my imagination, but the butt plug could be felt as the nozzle filled me up.

Turning the knob, I let the water massage the insides until I couldn’t take it any longer, and let out a yell of release.

The nozzle slid out of my hands as I clutched the slick seat. Tremors racked my body, and I wanted the feeling to go on and on.

It had already been too long of a shower, so I hurried to get clean.

I worried if my shout had been heard and if there’d be consequences. Things had been going well, but I didn’t want to be punished instead of this luxurious reward.

When did sunlight, heat, and having a plug shoved in my ass become a reward?

This was such a messed up situation.

While I couldn’t ignore the extras that I’d been given, it could all be taken away in a heartbeat. There was always the option that I could choose to leave. I would simply follow his lead, learning the routine and assessing all of the exit points in the condo. I hadn’t forgotten my original goal was to find Andy’s killer.

As time had gone on and his training continued, I had moved on toward the need for survival.

I wouldn’t be able to find my brother’s killer if I didn’t survive. I had to repeat that to myself several times.




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