Page 70 of Somno Slave

I let my weight settle into him slightly.

“Say one name.” The grip tightens. “Tell me where the others are.”

He drags my head higher, something to provoke a response.

My cock is rock solid.

He doesn’t understand the position he’s put himself in. None of them do.

My fingers splay over my erection. I squeeze hard and my body rears to life. The pleasure swarms around my mind, blackening my thoughts.

I lift my gaze slowly, finding her through the glass.

It narrows there completely, everything else losing relevance until it barely registers as more than background noise.

She sees me looking at her. I grip my bulge and thrust once, then again, until she catches movement. Her eyes drop for a second, then stop.

And there it is.

The fracture.

It blooms through her alarmingly fast. Her honey-coloured eyes widen in disbelief, her face flushing hot in an instant.

She freezes like something inside of her has locked her in place. Her chest stutters, a shallow, uneven pull of air that doesn’t quite fill her lungs.

My hand clamps around myself violently. I move fast, holding her attention hostage.

The pleasure chokes my cock.

I can hear her thoughts scrambling in her pretty little mind. She should turn away, she should yell into the microphone, she should tell someone what’s happening, but she doesn’t.

The detective is still speaking, the grip at my throat is still tightening. The body is still reacting where it needs to.

But none of it matters because she hasn’t looked away.

The pressure builds, inside and out, air thinning, blood thickening at the back of my mouth. The body edging toward the kind of response they’ve been waiting for.

“Are you ready to talk yet?” He barks, though his tone is short and breathless.

I stay quiet.

My hand moves faster.

My orgasm is close. So, fucking close.

Behind the glass, my vitals are screaming, the lines are racing erratically on the machines that fill the room. My pretty doctor rises to her feet now, staggering until her hands are spread against the glass in horror. Alarms start to shriek.

I’m dangerously close to passing out.

But I’m closer to cumming.

A noise tears through her. “Stop.”

I don’t know who she’s speaking to, and it doesn’t matter.

I thrust two more times until that familiar tightening in my balls strangles me. The pain becomes something from a wet dream. It hurts so fucking good.

The chains start screaming as my whole arm starts joining in. I make no effort to hide what I’m doing. My eyes roll back in my head, and I soak up the pleasure.