By the time Ava woke, the sun had descended almost completely into the horizon. The lingering light of dusk cast the room in a hazy orange glow, she looked up at Eli and saw him concentrating as he scrolled through his phone, then felt the muscles of his chest flex with the motion and she knew what had awoken her.

"Hi," he greeted her with a kiss on the forehead, "How did you sleep?"

Her eyes were still barely open, "Better than expected," she lay there limp, not yet willing to move, but she could already feel his pants tenting slightly and knew her services would be called upon sooner rather than later.

For a while they lay there like that, Eli scrolling through emails and apps on his phone, her drowsily lounging on his chest and trying to recapture the sleep she'd been jostled from by his movements.

When she finally accepted that she would not be able to fall back asleep, she opened her eyes fully, her mouth inches from his Adam's apple.

"How long was I out?" she asked groggily.

"Almost three hours," he said, "I woke up about 30 minutes before you did. Looks like we were both more tired than we thought."

Ava's hand was resting on his pecs and she felt the urge to move it, not allow him such an intimate affection, but it was comfortable for the moment and to move it anywhere else felt unnatural, even in spite of the circumstances. So she left it where it was, resisting the urge of her fingers to trace circles across his chest.

"What time is it?"

Eli looked at his phone, "6:42PM. Why? You got a hot date or something?"

He meant it to be a joke, she knew that, but it still felt shitty to hear.

"No, just wondering. I've not really had any frame of reference for time since you got me in here."

His muscles underneath her flexed again slightly, but he dropped his phone on the floor next to them and then slung his arm over her waist.

"See? I can be sweet, Ava. I can be gentle if that's what you want. Whatever you want me to be, I can be that for you, so long as you return the favor over time."

She swallowed, her throat was so dry. "Okay... can I drink some more water now? I'm still really thirsty."

Eli smiled. "Of course. Once we get up and moving we can decide on dinner and I'll pour you some wine too. Get our limbs moving again," he winked and tried to sit up, pulling her with him.

Ava's head swam from such a long block of sleep so late in the day, "Whoa," she groaned, "Too fast."

He chuckled and stood, grabbing his phone from the floor and heading toward the kitchen. Ava swayed in her spot on the couch and leaned back to look up at the ceiling, hoping her brain just needed a few more minutes to reset.

"Do you need some coffee?" he asked from the counter where he was grabbing her glass from earlier and bringing it back.

"No, I'm fine," she muttered, "Just feel all out of sorts. Water should help."

My freedom to leave this house would help too.

Eli sat down on the other side of her and held the glass. He looked so relaxed, lounging on the sofa in his living room with a woman he regularly drugged to get into his house and onto his cock. Ava looked warily at the glass, wondering if he had managed to slip something into it while her head was still spinning.

"Relax, it's just water," he promised, holding it out to her like a peace offering.

Ava took it and sipped, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Eli slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close again, not saying anything else. The rise and fall of his chest were steady and she leaned her head onto his shoulder, taking more sips as she felt clarity begin to return.

The burning soreness of most of her limbs and especially her asshole had lessened, but her poor battered pussy still ached from overuse.

"Come on," he finally said, "Let's get you on your feet and moving around a bit. That should help you wake up."

She felt like a toddler just learning to walk as she trudged behind him, peeling the blanket off the sofa to wrap around her shoulders before waddling to the kitchen unsteadily, much to Eli's amusement.

"I hope one day soon I make you cum hard enough to have this same reaction," he joked, reaching in a cabinet for the coffee pods, "What's your preferred form of caffeine?"

"I don't drink caffeine," she managed to say, sitting on one of the barstools at the kitchen island, wrapped in a gray mohair blanket looking like some homeless person wandered in off the street.

"Alright," he reached down to a small built-in wine fridge and pulled out a bottle, "How about a red Moscato?"

Ava just gave him a blank stare, still not entirely sure she was awake.

He popped the cork and poured the liquid into a stemless silicone wine cup and handed it to her. She sniffed it then took a light sip, "It's good," she pronounced, "But what else is in it?"

Eli rolled his eyes, "You just watched me take it out, pop it, and pour it all in front of your eyes. Do you think I have some special deal with the vineyard in," he read the label, "Western Australia? Do you think I've just got them making specialty sex stimulant wine just for me?" He scoffed as if to show how absurd she was supposed to find that prospect.

"I don't know," she said, rubbing her eyes, "I don't know anything anymore. I never would have thought you'd be likely to drug me once, yet here I am."

His shoulders tightened a bit at that and she braced herself for some new form of retaliation. Her mind was starting to wake up though, both from the nap and the drugs, so she took a deeper sip of the wine to help it along. Even if it was laced with whatever he kept forcing into her, better to take it willingly rather than get on his bad side again and end up with his fingers up her ass and her wrists handcuffed to his headboard a third time today.

Ava looked away, not wanting to see his reaction to her words. She sipped a few more times, eyeing the empty cracker package she had left on the counter.

"So you said you had work functions held here. How come I wasn't invited?" She tried to make it sound flirty, and he seemed more than willing to play along.

"I did invite you. There was an email that went out. You never opened it."

Ava tried to think back, "When was this?"

"October, January, and the last one was in March a couple of weeks ago."

"Oops."

"You never open any of my emails, Ava. Why is that?"

"Because you were my boss? I just thought they were blanket emails to the whole company saying, 'Job well done,' and the other bullshit the higher-ups like to send out to pat themselves on the back. I thought if you really wanted me to know I was invited you would send me one personally. You know, now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure Charlene and Stacy talked about going to your place for drinks a few weeks ago but I was on my period and super irritated I got blood all over my skirt that day, so I wasn't listening very closely. Sorry. I didn't realize unopened emails were a free pass to do all of this." She swept her hand out to gesture to his home.

Eli rolled his eyes, "I spent the last 6 months trying to get your attention, Ava. What hope did I have without coercing you a little bit?"

"You call this a little bit of coercion? Eli, you've flat-out drugged and raped me, over and over again, and you're keeping me captive here while trying to impregnate me against my will. How is that just a little coercion?"

His voice became agitated, "We are perfect for each other, Ava! I know my methods were unorthodox, but I can make you happy. I will make you happy. Or die trying."

Ava scoffed, "The only way to make me happy is by you dying," she muttered under her breath.

Eli's hands were clenched together, eyes narrowed to stare her down. Why couldn't she ever just keep her mouth shut?

"I guess it's time for you to rape me again for my punishment," she gave a mock yawn, "Let me know when it's over and I can pick out my sushi roll."

She took another heavy swig of the Moscato and looked at how much she had left.

"You may as well put more of that stuff in my refill because that's the only way you'll ever be able to make me cum. Not by love, or connection, or even a genuine like for each other; just by drugging me and having your way with me."

Ava downed the last of the glass and set it on the counter softly, then turned her morose stare up to him, beseeching him to do what she said, and on her terms.

Eli said nothing. He reached for the bottle and poured heavily, letting the wine fill her cup to the brim this time without a word. Ava looked at it and paused, waiting to see if he would make to add anything else. When he didn't, she began to sip again.

"I know you're adjusting," he said, his voice soft, almost tremulous, "I know this isn't how either of us would have preferred to get together, but... I am trying... so hard, right now, to be patient, to give you space, and affection, while you learn to love me."

"I will never learn to love you," she stated simply, "Not if I live 100 years. Never. Not after you've taken every choice possible from me and tried to pass it off as love. How could I?"

Eli looked stricken rather than angry, and she felt smug watching the emotions play out over his face, seeing him second-guess his decision, but then coldly shut down, replaced by that steely resolve she was growing quite familiar with.

"Here," he picked one of the 3 menus and slid it to her, "Pick your sushi before I do it for you. I'll be right back."

Now Ava was unnerved again. She couldn't even look at the menu, she watched him amble over to the bar cart he had made her a drink from last night, returning with a small bottle of something in his hand.

"Since you want it so badly, here, pour it yourself."

He set a small glass vial down. She had expected pills like the ones he kept upstairs, or maybe even liquid that could be easily mixed in, but this was powder. Ava turned the vial from side to side then finally unscrewed the top, sniffing the powder lightly, but she smelled nothing.

Eli smiled watching her, "It tastes slightly sweet, with no bitter aftertaste, and no smell. Virtually undetectable."

"What if I took the whole bottle?" she asked.

He suddenly went still, "That's not a good idea. I haven't even given you the max dose we've tested on humans and you've passed out twice. A full dose might paralyze you. A full bottle would definitely kill you."

Ava took a deep breath, weighing her options, knowing that Eli was nervous watching her do it. This might be her out, the only way to prevent him from bringing all his plans for her to fruition. She glanced down at her flat stomach as she made a spur-of-the-moment choice.

The bottle hadn't even touched her lips when Eli's hand slapped it out from her fingers. It was flung across the room where it hit the tile floor and shattered. Ava closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she shouldn't have been so obvious. She should have waited for her chance and taken it when he had no way to revive her.

Eli grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "Is it really so bad? Am I so awful that you would rather die than let me bring you pleasure? Would you prefer suicide to leading a happy life with me and your every whim taken care of?"

She looked deliberately away from his beseeching eyes, "A life without my freedom isn't worth living."

He grabbed her chin and made her look at him, but all she could manage was another stare of profound sadness, new tears leaking out from the corner of her eyes.

"Give it time," he demanded, holding both sides of her face in a firm grip now, "Please."

Ava closed her eyes, not wanting to be forced to stare at him any longer as the tears began falling anew. She had the sudden, desperate thought that she could still beat him to the bottle on the floor. So what, she might swallow some broken glass in the process, wouldn't the end result negate the need for being careful?

He still held her face in his hands, then kissed her forehead as he turned and opened the cabinet below the sink, pulling out a small brush and dustpan.

Her window of opportunity closed as she watched him sweep it up, brushing the area several times to make sure all shards were swept into the pan. He emptied it in a bin in the pantry and washed his hands with a sigh.

"Did you decide what you want to eat?"

It felt ludicrous to even entertain the thought of ordering food after she had just contemplated suicide rather than remain in his presence, but seeing as her heart was still ticking and Eli didn't appear to be going anywhere soon, she looked down at the menus again, then opened the first one. All of the rolls were on the pricier side of what she was used to, but if a man was going to keep you as his sex slave hostage why not waste his money on a $35 lobster-crab-shrimp combo roll?

"This one," she pointed to the sushi roll combo platter for $60. He didn't bat an eye as he asked her, "Anything else?"

Ava had been expecting him to say something about the price, or her choice, or... anything really, so his offer to order more caught her off guard.

"Um... do they have crab rangoon?"

"You mean cream cheese puffs? Or actual crab rangoon? Because they have both."

"I don't think I've ever had real crab rangoon before, just the cream cheese puffs."

He chuckled, sitting on the stool next to hers and pulling it closer to her before he pulled out his phone, "Both it is then."

"What? No, that's way too—"

"You want a $60 sushi tray but draw the line at two different appetizers?" he arched his eyebrow theatrically.

"...No. I guess not."

He nodded, "Any dessert? Matcha roll? Boba? Mochi?"

Ava's stomach rumbled at the things he listed off. "I'm never going to finish most of this," she started to say.

"Of course not, that's why we're sharing."

Ah. Another attempt to force a connection by going through the motions of a normal romantic couple. Predictable.

She watched him dial the number listed on the front of the menu, "Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery. Yes, I'll hold."

He glanced at her and then at the menu again. His free hand roamed down to settle on the top of her thigh, stroking the soft bare skin with his thumb.

"Yes, I'm still here. Great, I would like the Sumo sushi platter—"

"Extra tempura and spicy mayo," she interjected.

He locked eyes with her, "Extra tempura and spicy mayo," he repeated, "One order of crab rangoon, one order of cream cheese puffs, two chai smoothies with boba, and a half dozen mango mochi. Oh, and the Eye of the Dragon roll, extra eel sauce."

A voice on the other end repeated his order back to him, then asked for his address.

"I'm already on file with my address and payment info. Look up Mills, Eli."

More indecipherable words, then his brief, "Thank you, have a great night."

After he hung up they sat there, his hand still resting on her thigh. Finally, he squeezed her knee and stood up. "Why don't you go take a shower while we're waiting?"

It was a clever ploy. A way to give her a sense of autonomy while he avoided direct confrontation when the food arrived and she tried to do something drastic.

"Okay," she didn't have the energy to argue, and her hair felt gross after getting wet but not being washed this morning when their cleaning session had become yet another drugged fuckfest.

He followed her upstairs and down the hall to the bathroom.

"Or maybe you'd rather have a bath?" he asked, looking at the garden tub and back to her.

"I need to wash my hair, anything else is secondary."

"Alright, I've got some 3-in-1 shampoo in there. Later you can tell me what kind you want me to get."

It was meant to make her feel welcome - like he valued her preferences, but all it did was remind her this was a veritable stranger forcing her to play house with him. He knew some of the little things she loved, like lime raspberry scones from the coffee shop across the street, but he didn't truly know her; yet he expected all the intimacy and affection as if he had. She was already unbuttoning the shirt Eli had lent her as he turned on the shower and tested the water. When he looked back at her, Ava kept her arms crossed over her chest to try and delay the moment he would expect her to resume fucking him. This was the longest break she had gotten from him thus far, and she felt like she was pushing her luck.

He pressed his lips together as though reading her mind, "Enjoy your shower then," he made to leave then paused and looked at the medicine cabinet. She knew he was thinking of the pills housed therein, but before he could make a decision she whipped off his clothes and ducked into the shower, closing the door loudly behind her. After a minute, she heard the sound of a key turning, then Eli shut the door and left without another word.

Ava hurried to wet her hair, working the shampoo into it and lathering it as she stood there, alone, and let the hot water run down her battered body, soothing the bruises and rug burn she had sustained. A bar of soap was on a corner shelf in the shower and she used it all over herself, trying to wash the remnants of him off her skin. She washed and washed and washed herself, scrubbing between her legs, fingers trying to scrape out any residual secretions, knowing full well it was useless. If she was going to get pregnant now, nothing she could do in this shower was going to prevent it, and the fruitlessness of her efforts felt like another knife in her heart. She slouched to the floor of the shower and let herself go. Tears fell one after the other, mingling with the water running all over her as she covered her mouth with her hand and tried to stifle her wails. After a few minutes, her sobs lessened to whimpers, and then she pinched her arm, trying to give herself something else to focus on as she got it together.

"Get up," she whispered to herself. If he walked in on her like this he would probably give up on trying to keep her happy and just drag her back to the bedroom. She needed to be smart, to watch and keep her ears open for anything she might overhear, or anything he might tell her in a moment his guard was down.

Ava stood on shaky legs, letting herself enjoy another minute of the scalding hot water before she turned it off and stepped out to grab the towels from earlier.

She wrapped one under her arms and another around her hair turban-style. With her hand, she tried to wipe the steam from the mirror then remembered the medicine cabinet and pills housed therein. Had Eli forgotten...

When she tugged on it the mirror didn't move; the cabinet was locked. She remembered the sound of a key just before he walked out and puffed out her cheeks before taking in a series of deep breaths. He really had thought of everything.

Part of her thought the door might be locked too but when she turned it the knob gave easily. She stood in the hall for a minute, damp feet seeping into the carpet, then turned back to her room to change, and remembered there was nothing there for her to wear except the lingerie sets he bought for her this afternoon. On the bathroom floor were his shirt and boxers but she didn't want to relinquish the feeling of clean, fluffy towels against her skin just to put back on clothes that reminded her of him. If she tried to keep her thoughts to herself and avoided getting into arguments, she might convince him to get her clothes that she enjoyed wearing. Hell, if she played her cards right, she might be able to convince him she had come around and wanted to be in this situation, but that would require a whole lot of acting on her part and a hefty amount of sex.

Bracing herself at the top of the servant's staircase, she went back down to the kitchen with her shoulders set and her head held high. When she walked in and Eli saw her in nothing but some towels his eyes widened, then his smile.

"I like the turban," he chuckled, "It suits you."

"Thanks," she tried to fake enthusiasm. The sooner she learned to make him think he was growing on her, the sooner she could begin to build his trust and plot a potential escape. Her stomach reminded her of the necessity of time.

The food must have arrived while she was sobbing in the shower. He had laid out the entire spread; sushi, appetizers, and dessert on the kitchen island instead of the dining room table. Thankfully that location didn't have any direct connection to a sexual encounter... yet.

"Looks great," she tried to sound casual, accepting his offer to pull out the stool for her, "Thanks."

Chopsticks were laid next to a plate and she looked at the 5 different roll options, "Which one is yours so I know not to take it?"

"Doesn't matter. Just choose the pieces you want and I'll take second pick." So nonchalant. Just like a normal couple ordering food in for the evening. She wanted to refuse to eat, to punish him somehow, but her body was still begging to be fed and everything looked amazing. She took a sip of the frozen chai boba smoothie.

"How did you know I liked chai?"

"Lucky guess," he smiled, picking up a couple of pieces of crab rangoon and the cream cheese wontons.

It definitely wasn't that, but if she was going to stomach this meal it was probably better not to get into the mechanics of how much he already knew about her and was trying to play off. Quickly, Ava pinched her chopsticks around one piece of each roll, then leaned over the marble countertop in her towel to grab one of each appetizer.

Eli watched her in amusement but said nothing.

When she sat back down on her stool and took her first bites she almost moaned. She had to close her eyes and chew slowly to stifle her reaction to how good the food was. Maybe it was truly exceptional sushi, or maybe she had just been subsisting off little to nothing for almost a day and burning untold amounts of calories through stress, struggling against Eli, and sex.

Not sex, she reminded herself. That implied consent.

The memory of the broken glass bottle was etched into her brain, then she recalled the locked medicine cabinet, and wondered how and when he was going to try and press her again.

As she ate, Eli asked her questions about the food, which ones she liked best, and how she thought crab rangoon compared to the cream cheese wontons. A few times, she almost found herself caught up in the conversation. He was a likeable guy; after all, she had agreed to go out with him in spite of her reservations about him being her boss. He was handsome, fit, why did he have to be like this?

He seemed to sense a change in her thoughts and redirected the conversation toward other food she enjoyed.

"I never thought I would like mochi until I tried it a few months ago. Someone at a work dinner ordered a tray for the table and I finally caved in. It's a very interesting texture, reminds me of boba, but with ice cream inside."

Eli watched her reach for one of the mochi, her stomach protesting that it was already full. The outside was powdery, the texture was chewy but sweet; contrasting with the cold, sugary center of the ice cream inside.

"It's pretty good," she admitted, shaking her head when he offered another one.

"I'll make sure to remember you liked it for next time."

That thinly veiled threat, that she would absolutely be here the next time he thought to order sushi, led to another awkward pause in the conversation. She waited for him to bring up the elephant in the room. Her soreness had almost dissipated everywhere but her wrists and her quim. Against her will, she also felt a tingling anticipation down there, as though her body were already becoming accustomed to such frequency and sending her brain signals to prepare. Ava clenched her pussy and winced.

"Something wrong?" he asked, the picture of gentlemanly concern.

"Nothing," she muttered, and down the last gulp of wine in her glass, "I guess you should go ahead and give me the drugs again now if you want me to have the stamina for anything tonight."

He looked surprised, "I didn't think you were up to—"

"I'm not, but that hasn't stopped you yet, has it?"

His face took a turn, "If you'll recall I've had plenty of times to fuck you this afternoon and this evening but relented every time in favor of what would make you happy, what would give you the best possible chance to adjust."

"Adjust to being your prisoner? Your sex toy? Your unwilling incubator?"

Again, he didn't answer, just looked at her with barely concealed ire.

"You could sedate me," she suggested, "At least spare me from having to be conscious while you're violating me."

Eli threw his chopsticks down, "Dammit Ava! What is it going to take for you to come around? I've been patient. I've been nice. I haven't even pressed the issue of sex for hours now, and you still keep coming for me like this?"

"You act like I've been in this situation for weeks and not 24 hours at most. I'm not some machine you put kindness coins into and sex falls out Eli," she said coolly, "And I'm sorry you taking away any sexual agency I might have had between us makes me dry as a bone unless I have drugs forcing me to be into it."

He was glaring now, but still controlling his temper, even though he looked murderous.

"It's funny. Whether you believe it or not, I had a crush on you at work. It took a while, but sometimes I would find a reason to walk past your office. I'd take reports in person if I knew it gave me a reason to walk past your door and say hi. You sent out emails to most of the staff and expected me to know that you were interested even while I was practically throwing myself into your path. On the days you didn't come into work I would fight the urge to ask about where you were because I didn't want it getting around that I had a crush on you. When you finally asked me directly for drinks last week and I had to decline because of the bridal shower for my sorority sister I was gutted. I thought I missed my chance with you. When you asked me again I was through the roof. I thought this amazing, cute, successful guy is into me, what are the odds?" Ava looked around at their surroundings, "I was so stupid. I had no idea what kind of man you really were. What you were capable of."

Eli's hard glare softened somewhat, but the resolve in his eyes remained unchanged. After a minute, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle, the one from the bathroom medicine cabinet. Ava's stomach roiled as she watched him open it and pour out one pill.

"Take it," he pushed the pill over to her with his chopsticks.

She eyed it warily, thinking through her next steps. If she tried not to, he would just force her, and it would prove to him once again in his eyes that he was the superior strength. By denying him the pleasure of making her take it, she could at least feel like she was making one choice even if it wasn't really a choice at all.

Ava picked up the pill between her chopsticks and popped it into her mouth. She swallowed it with another sip of her wine then immediately opened her mouth to show him it was gone.

"Good girl," he praised her, and she looked down at her plate as he stood and stepped closer to her, pulling her up to her feet and pulling her arms to fold around him.

"Come upstairs, let's take a bath."

She wanted to tell him that a bath with him was the last thing she wanted but she followed obediently, hoping the drugs would work quickly and help alleviate some of her soreness below.

Up the stairs they went, Ava very aware of how easy it would be for Eli to see up her towel as he lagged behind. She blinked away more tears and crossed her arms over her chest like it would do any good. At the top of the stairs, he simply strode past her and went straight into the bathroom to turn on the tap.

With a sigh, she followed, and the familiar stirrings in her loins began to tingle ominously. It was already starting again.

When she entered the room water was running into the tub as steam began to fill the room. Eli was pouring an entire bag of Epsom salt into the water followed by a bubble bath.

"Are you expecting both of us to fit in here?" she asked, eyeing the depth of the tub.

"Well, yes... won't we?" now he looked at the tub too as if seeing it for the first time.

"Not comfortably. It's not even deep enough for me unless I really slouch down. I can wait in the bedroom while you have yours—"

"No, this is for you," he seemed annoyed at this issue he had never anticipated, "I'll just watch."

"You know it's really not necessary, I did just finish a shower. Having a bath after that seems redundant."

"I made it to help you relax and ease your soreness from earlier. You don't have to stay in it long, just 5-10 minutes. You probably won't be able to wait much longer than that anyways."

He didn't need to explain why, Ava could feel the effects of the drugs amping up in her body, reminding her of the pleasure she'd experienced at his hands thus far, and all the pleasure yet to come.

The water level was getting close to the top, the bubbles almost reaching the rim. Ava kept waiting for him to turn the tap off but he was staring toward the medicine cabinet, lost in thought.

"I think that's enough," she finally said, "You don't want to overfill it."

Jostled from his inner thoughts, Eli quickly turned off the tap and stuck his hand into the water.

"Perfect, go ahead and climb in. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Shoulders tense, she stepped towards the waiting tub and lingered there, dipping her big toe into the water first and finding it almost too hot, but not quite. The most stifling heat seemed to be emanating off her skin as she reached for the towel and found Eli's hand already there, prying it loose and letting it fall to the floor between their feet. He untwisted her turban, letting her damp hair loose.

Ava's breath hitched. His hands lingered over her shoulders, not touching her, but they hovered in midair while she swallowed and waited to see what he would do.

"Everything alright?" he asked, hands still floating just above her breasts which were beginning to ache now.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth, then stepped both feet into the tub and sat down in it.

The water was hot, but the Epsom salt seemed to amplify the temperature and when it made contact with her flushed, tender skin Ava hissed as she sank down into it. She had hoped that once submerged the effects would lessen, but they only magnified once her breasts slid beneath the surface of the bubbles and she left no part of her body visible except for her face.

"Very cute," he was looking down at her, then he began to undo the belt of his pants.

Ava's heart stopped, but the meds made it hard not to start racing again as she watched him slip out of his khakis and polo, then set his glasses on the sink. She heard the rattle of the pill bottle as he stepped out of them and stood watching her in his boxers, dick already hardening.

"How does it feel?" he asked when she looked away and stared at the wall across from her.

"How does what feel?"

"The water? Having a bath? Your sore parts?"

The slickness between her legs was impossible to judge underwater, but she felt her body crying out for stimulation. She bent her knees so that they peeked out from the water and she could squeeze her legs together.

"Give me your foot," he demanded, stepping into the bath and sitting down on the edge to reach for it.

Too stunned to argue, Ava lifted her sudsy foot out of the water and let him begin to massage it, working the muscles as he watched her become redder and redder, her body starting to tremble from the Epsom salt combined with the medicine taking full effect.

She hated him. He couldn't be content to just rape her and keep her here, he needed to force her to enjoy it. He relished watching her torture herself trying to resist the sexual pull he exerted thanks to the drugs.

He stroked her ankle and then braced her wet foot on his shoulder as he massaged her calf then down to the back of her knee where he stroked delicately, knowing how her body would interpret such purposeful, sensuous motions close to her more intimate areas. When he was satisfied with the first foot he forced her to do the same with the other, only this time she leaned her head back and he grinned when he heard the groan that wrenched its way from the back of her throat against her will.

"That's a good girl," his praise was accompanied by a firm grip on the back of her knee as he stroked the inside of her thigh closer and closer to his ultimate destination.

"Uuuunnngh," her moan ripped its way out of her throat when he bent over, dipping his fingers to delve inside her. The bubbles on her breasts and nipples fizzled when she arched her back and exposed them to the air.

Eli watched her, fingers stretching her channel delicately, working the soreness to an aching need again. He bent his head forward to blow on her nipples, sending tufts of bubbles flying to land on her neck and shoulders.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, and he knew he didn't need to clarify. He started to pull his hand away and she grabbed his arm with both hands, "Please!" she begged, "Don't make me say it."

"Say what, Ava? Say that you want me?"

The heat was overpowering, she wasn't even sure what was from the bath water sloshing around her trembling frame or what was from the drugs coursing through her system.

Eli crooked one finger inside her and made a beckoning motion that had her sit up straight in the bath with a gasp, her fingernails digging into his forearm to keep his hand from moving. Their faces were inches apart now, and he held back from kissing her, which made it all the more frustrating when her hormones won out and she reached up to grab his neck and bring his lips crashing down on hers.

His tongue invaded her mouth, devouring her as his fingers curved inside her. Ava was shaking, she grabbed her own breast and squeezed for the stimulation she needed, her fingers tugging on her nipples until Eli's free hand let go of the tub's rim and batted them away. He pinched and twisted her nipples in time with the strokes of his fingers inside her until finally, everything clicked at once, and she came screaming with his mouth fastened to hers to muffle the sound.

In the aftermath, she still clung to his arm as his fingers went still inside her, sometimes giving another soft swipe of her inner walls just to watch how she dug her nails into his arms.

"I think you need another one already," his husky voice whispered in her ear. She shook her head, but he delved deep into her yet again and she cried out when he slipped his thumb into her asshole, once more without warning.

"Unnnh," she wailed as another climax ripped through her a few strokes later.

Like he had this morning, Eli watched her with an almost reverence. "I can't imagine how hard you would cum if I brought some other toys into the bedroom," he gushed, "I don't think you're ready to handle that yet, but down the road..."

His fingers slipped from her asshole and pussy without preamble and he grabbed a bar of soap from the sink to wash them clean in the bathwater before he stood.

"Ready for round 2?" he held down a hand to her.

Ava glared up at him from underneath hooded eyes.

"What's that look for? I just made you cum twice without even using my cock."

She shook her head, there was no arguing with him. He thought every orgasm was some grand favor regardless of what she said. Bracing both hands on the side of the tub she rose lethargically from the bubbles, hoping her legs would hold her. A quick look at her body showed her skin, burnt pink from the water, with sudsy patches of bubbles that clung to her curves and dripped down her body.

"I need to get this bathroom renovated with a tub deep enough for both of us ASAP," Eli joked as he grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her again. He hugged her tightly, bestowing a series of soft kisses on her shoulders which made the tension return much sooner than she would like. Heart racing, she turned around and yanked his face down to hers, lifting a leg to wrap around him for friction.

"Let's get you to the bed," he moaned into her mouth, reaching under her towel to squeeze her ass cheeks in each hand.

Ava couldn't even answer, she just needed to cum. She wondered idly whether the sex was the more potent drug than the stimulant, but then another wave of desire coursed through her so hard that she decided she didn't care. He wanted her to be ready and willing to go, so she may as well get enjoyment out of it too.

Eli carried her bridal style through the bathroom and towards the bed. He set her on her feet just at the edge of the mattress, pulling her in for another passionate kiss until she started to feel dizzy from forgetting to breathe.

Already weak with the voracity of her need for him, Ava placed her hands on his chest and leaned in for support, "I don't know—I can't..."

"You'll learn," he murmured, removing first the towel from her hair, then the other wrapped around the rest of her, "I'll teach you."