Slowly, I turn my head toward the sound, and my eyes land on the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He has thick brown hair. The delicious lines of his cheekbones and his square chin are covered with a beard, trimmed close to his skin. He is muscular, judging by the way his dress shirt fits snug over his arms and chest. His tie is loose around his neck, and his top button is undone. I can see a little bit of chest hair peeking out from behind the blue fabric. Fitted, charcoal gray dress pants cover what I am sure are sexy as fuck legs. He’s sitting in the chair next to my bed with his ankle crossed over his knee. I can just make out the gigantic package he’s hiding in his pants.
Desire flows through me, causing my clit to pulse painfully.
“What kind of sadistic hell is this?” I ask myself, looking at the ceiling once more. “Fuck. Now I’m hallucinating.”
“No, you’re not.”
My head whips back to the possibly imaginary man. I’ve never met him, and I know he doesn’t work here, yet he’s sitting in the chair next to my bed.
“I’m not?” I’m still skeptical.
“No.”
I take a deep breath, but it makes the burning pain worse, and I wince.
“Are you alright?” Concern peppers his question.
“No,” I answer loudly as a tear escapes from the corner of my eye. “It hurts so bad. It burns. Everywhere.”
I watch him stand and approach my bed, as the tears increase. He reaches for my hands and removes my binds. Then, he does the same to my feet.
I try to lay still, per my direction from nursing staff and orderlies. I don’t need this guy, whoever he is, to go telling Dr. Lewis or Dr. S that I was disobeying orders. But, the compulsion to touch myself is stronger than ever. I breathe in and out quickly, like the women on TV and in movies do when they’re in labor. I don’t know what it feels like, but I’d guess the pain I’m in comes pretty fucking close to it.
“You can touch yourself, Brynn.”
My head whips in his direction again.
“Fuck off. Is this a test? Did that fucking cunt bag, Lewis, send you down here to fuck with me? To get me in trouble?”
I bring my arms down to my sides and fist the damp sheets beneath me. I am tense and fighting my instincts with everything I have.
“No,” he says, “Dr. Silver knows I am here with you. He’s asked me to help you.”
“You’re not fucking with me?” I cry, “Because I can’t be stuck in here any longer. I won’t survive it.”
“Brynn, I am here to help you. You can trust me.”
He stands up and places his folder on the seat of his chair before walking over to my bed. He picks up both of my hands and pries them apart so they’re open and not still balled into fists. He massages my palms gently to aid my relaxation. Then, he places them on top of my pubic bone, just above my clit.
My body is vibrating with need as he removes his hands from mine and takes a slight step back.
“Touch yourself, Brynn,” he commands, our eyes still locked together.
Something in me snaps, and my hands dive underneath the cheap fabric covering my pussy. It’s too much to bear anymore, it’s too restricting, and it has to go. I take hold of the material and pull as hard as I can until the seams rip on both sides. Once my body is free from my underwear, I sit up and remove the strappy tank top as well. I scoot backward on the bed until I feel the wall behind me, and I relax against it.
I look down at myself, ecstatic I can see my whole body again. I watch as my fingers connect with my clit before diving between my legs and sliding through my dripping slit. I insert two fingers several times before dragging some of the moisture back up to my clit. My fingers slip and slide over it until the burning pain turns into a wave of pleasure rushing through me. It won’t take me long to come, and this is one time I won’t be mad about that. I rub as fast as I can while plunging two fingers from my other hand deep inside of me. I circle them around until I am ready for another, then I insert a third finger. The mix of pleasure has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
I nearly forgot the gorgeous mystery man is here. When my eyes catch his once more, it’s like a dam breaking open. My orgasm crashes into me, and it’s like my first time all over again. It never feels bad, but it’s been a long time since it’s felt this good. I lift my ass off the bed with my pussy proudly on display.
He quickly backs out of the way as moisture shoots out of me and splashes to the floor in front of him. I continue to rub my clit and finger my pussy. No sooner had my orgasm began to subside, it rushes back to the surface again. Another stream of cum splashes onto the floor. This goes on for several minutes, and when I have no more left in me, I crash down onto the bed and stare, bleary-eyed at the ceiling above once again.
I blink slowly as my eyelids grow heavier until finally, I pass out for the hundredth time since being locked away down here.
Only this time, it’s not due to the fatigue of torture.
It’s from pure, unadulterated bliss.
