Before I can think twice about it, I empty the package that was meant for Elle onto the bed. My heart is in my throat, but I feel crazed, completely unmoored from my normal life. Nothing else is normal, so why should this be? Why should I be?
Why shouldn’t I strip down naked and find out what a purple alien tentacle can do to a girl?
The toy is heavy in my hand, but somehow warm to the touch. It’s crazy, duh—but I feel fucking crazy right now. And crazy needs crazy. I need something crazy, something extreme to distract from how I’m being forced to put my fate in the hands of a man I don’t trust.
I settle down, legs parted, and touch the very tip of the toy to myself.
Immediate throb.
I ease the toy inside of me, and the throb becomes a painful ache.
I stop.
Is this how he keeps me in line? Am I so pathetic that a piece of silicone can keep me licking my lips in anticipation?
I push the toy in deeper, if only to prove to myself that I’m not weak. If I can take this, then I can take anything. I’ll be able to survive him; I’ll be able to survive this.
I'm thrumming with a weird sort of tension. I try to tune out the discomfort, but it still takes a couple of breaths before I start to relax. But even as I slip the big purple head inside of myself, I don’t feel anything earth-shattering like the Eve's Garden ad copy promised.
It feels less sexual and more… gynecological.
Gritting my teeth, I try a little harder to concentrate on the task at hand. Sexual pleasure—that is the goal.
But my nether regions are dry and the dildo is no real substitute for a human male. Maybe bodily warmth is what I’m craving… Or maybe…
His face slides back into my head. Those broad shoulders. Those aquamarine eyes.
Oh God…
And just like that, my body starts feeling something. My legs start to tremble; my pussy starts to moisten.
Bing. Bing. Bing.
Sexual pleasure. As advertised, and then some.
I fall into the rhythm of it, moaning and breathing hard as I fuck myself with the purple alien tentacle. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and I feel my body start to tighten.
I want to squeeze my eyes shut, to stop myself from seeing that I’ve really sunk this low, but I don’t. I keep my eyes open and watch myself come.
Holy shit.
My body is trembling uncontrollably. My toes are curled so tight that they’re cramping up.
When I finally come down from the high, I feel more alive than ever. I’m less hungry, less angry, less helpless than I was a few minutes ago.
What did… what did he do to me?
Somehow, he got to me without even being here.
I'm locked in Uri Bugrov's basement, he’s nowhere to be found, and I still belong to him.
Pathetic.
20
URI
Lev sleeps like a wild animal.
Almost from the second his eyes close, he starts thrashing around the bed, kicking anything and everything in his vicinity. There are mornings I’ve walked into his room and found the pillows and covers jettisoned to every corner of the room. Broken bedposts aren't as rare as I'd like, either.
Even my California king isn't enough to accommodate both Lev and myself comfortably when he gets going. I get two kicks, one to the knee and one to the groin, before I throw my hands up in the air and retreat to my office.
I hadn’t planned on falling asleep in bed next to Lev. He woke up around midnight, muttering about his basement and the only way to calm him back down was to get in bed next to him. Of course, I ended up falling asleep, too.
Rookie mistake. Now, I’m wide awake and craving something strong.
My eyes veer to the monitors hooked up to my desk. I decide to check in on Alyssa to see how she’s doing.
I chose not to visit her at all today---purely because I realized how fucking badly I wanted to. I was tempted to walk down there every minute of every hour of the day. But that kind of shit cannot fly. I need to simply cut her from my system. Go cold turkey.
It doesn't help that I have video cameras installed in the basement. They were put in years ago so that I could keep an eye on Lev from a distance. But they’ve come in uniquely handy in this particular instance.
I sit at my desk and turn the monitors on. The feed is blurry at first but then it focuses fast. The lights are still on so she’s clearly—
I freeze, my eyes homing in on the bed.
Is she doing what I think she’s doing?
She isn’t just naked—she’s splayed out on the bed, her legs parted to either side, her breasts bouncing gently in rhythm as she guides the big purple dildo in and out of her pussy.