Chapter 13
Day 02

Lunch was tuna fish on white bread and carrot sticks. At least it was protein. "You would think I would be hungry." Spencer said

"Given everything?" Joanna replied.

"Good point."

"All right. Come stand over here." She said when they were done. She had him stand against the wall, and then stuck a sort of a bracket up just below the level of his groin. The dildo mounted in the bracket so it stuck straight out of the wall. "Now do it again."

Crap. This was harder. He couldn't change the angle of the thing so he had to adjust the angle of his head and throat. But it didn't feel as impossible as it had at first, with patience he was able to get it to go. He took it until his nose brushed the wall and then backed off.

Once again Joanna was right there beside him. "Okay, do it again. And again." This time he felt her hands on his wrists as she slipped the cuffs on and fastened them behind him. Now he couldn't use his hands to balance, he had to move by rocking his body, which made that thing inside him shift and move as well, making it harder and harder to focus. "Okay, again. Only I want you to try to twist your head to the side, just a little, and press your face to the wall." That meant going a centimeter or so further, and turning a little, which didn't hurt as much as he thought. He felt her hand on his chest. "Okay, do it again and hold there. I want to see if you can breathe." Turning his head just a little kept one nostril from being crushed. He could get short breaths that way. "And again. Good. Now do it again."

This time she put a hand on the back of his head and crushed the side of his face against the wall, pinning him there.

He panicked. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't fight back with his hands bound. He started thrashing, pushing back against her, fighting for air, freedom, something.

"Breathe Spencer. Breathe. Calm down, you're okay. You're okay. Just breathe. In and out, like I told you. Just breathe."

After a moment the adrenalin went down again. He could breathe, he realized. Short breaths but he was getting air. He let her crush his face against the wall, his throat full of plastic, as he focused on his breathing. After a few moments he felt her pull on his hair, pulling him partway off before she pressed his face down again and held it. But he could breathe. She repeated that a few times before she pulled him all the way off. "There you go! That was great! And you didn't even bite."

He was coughing, gasping for a true lungful of air. "Forgot I could." He admitted. "That was horrible."

"I know. Only one more round to go. Here" She held the bottle so he could gulp down the cool, good water.

"There's more?" How much harder could this get?

"Yeah." As he watched Joanna stepped out of her pants and into this harness thing that fastened around her waist and between her legs. When she was done another bracket was resting against her pubic bone.

And she mounted the dildo in it.

He watched her, his mouth suddenly very dry.

She pulled her pants up over the toy, somehow packing it away. Then she leaned against the wall for support. "Okay, give it a try."

Give it a try. Give it a try. Spencer had to shuffle over on his knees. He didn't even feel the thing inside him as a thing anymore, just this heaviness that hit in the right spot to make him feel very aware of his body. And this was making it so much worse. He'd talked about doing this sort of thing with Maeve, in a mostly teasing but still tempting sort of way. And now here it was for real.

He had to press against her skin to make this work, so close he could smell the perfume that lingered somewhere on her body, dark and heady and rich. He felt the heat of her beneath the thin shirt she wore, and how her skin jumped and twitched from the pressure of his cheek and mouth. He had to focus to get the button undone with his teeth, and the zipper down, and he had to nuzzle over her right there to get that rubber thing out again.

Then she threaded her hands in his hair and he dropped completely.

He'd heard of this effect, although he had never felt it before. Some called it subspace, some called it flow. Whatever it was in that moment his mind went utterly still. The outside world dropped away. All he knew was sensation without distraction. His whole world was the thick, heady feeling of arousal and the open, helpless sensation of having his throat plundered. Her touch was the one thing anchoring him to this earth. And he knew in his bones she would never let go.

Some dim, distant part of his mind still functioning said that it took years to develop this kind of trust between partners. How did this happen so fast?

But that was a thought to be explored later. Right now there was only warmth and movement and the slowly increasing sensation in the pit of his belly. Her hips moved, rocking his entire body. If he could do anything right now he would cling to her but his arms were trapped so all he could do was push closer, lean into her, let her take more and more. All that mattered was this.

And when she stopped, when she pulled away, when she bent to him and her lips found his. It was the third kiss of his life and the most glorious. At that moment he knew he was home at last.

Then, in some far distant place, he heard a knock on a door.

She left him then, but he didn't mind. He was content to wait in this peaceful, warm state until she returned for him. He didn't start coming out of it until he heard her voice. "Spencer. Spencer."

"Hmmm?"

The look in her eyes made him start shaking it off. "They want you upstairs in ten minutes."

The peaceful world wasn't peaceful anymore.