Desperate Lies (Lies 2)

“Why?” I ask.

His jaw ticks. His teeth grind. Langston doesn’t like to be defied. He doesn’t give orders often, but when he does, he wants them obeyed without question.

“I hold your life in the palm of my hand. If you want to survive the year, you’ll do as I say.”

I bite my lip. He has no idea how wrong he is.

Langston walks to the bathroom, and I follow.

Maybe I follow out of survival.

Maybe I follow out of curiosity.

Maybe I follow out of desire.

The bathroom door reveals a giant jacuzzi tub.

“They gave you a nice suite,” he says.

“Yours doesn’t come with a hot tub?”

He shakes his head as he flips on the water and pours some nearby bath salts into the water.

I’m already naked, and I assume the tub is just for me, so I move to climb into it, knowing the water and bit of bubbles will make me feel more covered up.

Langston holds out a hand, stopping me.

I frown.

My eyes bulge as he undoes the zipper on his slacks and pushes them down until he’s naked in front of me. His cock strains in my direction.

My mouth waters, looking at the large veins on his member pointing in my direction. I’ve never been so jealous of Siren. She got to taste it, touch it, suck it.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest. Does he expect me to fuck him?

Silently, he steps into the tub. Then, he holds his hand out to me.

I take it. My brain is mush, unable to think through any decision. He could tell me to jump off the balcony into the ocean right now, and I’d probably do it.

We are standing face to face in the tub as the water fills to just below our knees. I’ve seen Langston shirtless before, but never naked like this. His muscles are a perfect sculpture of man. Leonardo da Vinci couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect specimen. But it’s offset by scars, cuts, bruises that show why he really has the muscles. It’s not because he wants to look good; it’s out of necessity.

I want to bask in the view of his cock again, but I’m too afraid. Not of what Langston would say but what I might accidentally do if I let myself go there. I’d be a goner.

Langston turns me around until I’m no longer facing him, and then we both sink down into the water, my back to his front.

I purse my lips, trying to breathe slowly out. I need to slow my breathing, my heart rate, everything if I’m going to have a chance of keeping my lust in check.

“Relax. I’m just washing you. I won’t rape you.”

I’m not sure if he touched me right now, it would be rape. I’m pretty sure my body would be begging for it, and my mind would go right along with it.

I still don’t know why he’s washing me, spending time with me tonight. Trying to get under my skin? Learn secrets that will help him tomorrow?

There is a sponge lying on the edge of the tub. Langston grabs it and wets it before he squeezes it over my head to wet my hair and face.

Once he does that, I can breathe again as the iron taste of blood begins to wash from my lips.

I can’t believe I bit that guy’s penis, but whatever it takes to survive. I will survive at all costs. I made that promise a long time ago. I’m just afraid I’ll break that promise sooner than I ever imagined.