Page 26 of Consumed

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My nerves nearly ate away at me as we rode the elevator to the highest floor.

We didn't have to go to the lobby whatsoever—Monroe had the digital room key pulled up on her phone, unlocking the tall hotel door.

As I walked inside past her, my eyes trailed across the room, taking in the tall ceilings, grayish wood floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows covered by opaque slide-down blinds.

The king bed was off to the left, the edges of it illuminated by the dim lighting.

To the right, I noticed the en-suite where I assumed the closet was as well.

I pursed my lips together as Monroe walked past me, setting the two duffle bags on the bench at the end of the bed.

This was unfamiliar to me.

Not sex, but the concept of doing it with no liquid courage or perhaps a physical build-up.

Internally, I felt past built up.

But it's different when she's barely touched me.

"Liberty," I heard her softly call out my name.

I hummed, "Yeah?" I said, glancing over to her as she adjusted her rolled-up sleeves.

"Do you want me to undress you or do you prefer to do so yourself?" she asked me, unzipping her duffle bag.

Suddenly, I was wondering what exactly was in there.

I knew it couldn't just be clothes or toiletries.

"I can do it," I determined, feeling like it would be too intimate for her to do it for me.

Maybe if we were both drunk and tearing each other's clothes off.

But this isn't that.

I walked closer to the bed as I reached for my jacket zipper, tugging it down and sliding the material off.

Then I reached for my leggings, drawing them down before I leaned down to take them off fully.

I remained in my black bra and underwear, not feeling that exposed since it was like wearing a bikini.

With anyone else it wouldn't be a second thought.

With her... there were numerous thoughts.

I tried to focus my attention on neatly folding my clothes, but with her presence verging closer to me, it felt so fucking hard.

"Let's talk," Monroe calmly said, running her soft hands past my bare waist as she stood behind me.

It made me draw in a deep breath, feeling my body burn at the skin-to-skin contact with her.

"Talk?" I asked, furrowing my brows as I stared strictly ahead.

Monroe hummed, "About your behavior," she said, her voice so soft that it sent goosebumps rippling down my spine, "I recall you wanting me to fix it."

I clenched my jaw.

Of course, she remembers something as fucking small as what I said in that bar bathroom to her.

"It seems fixed now," I decided to say, not wanting to test her.

At least not with our current circumstances.

I learned hard enough when I was forced to be still for her in that passenger seat.

And that wasn't even her correcting anything.

"Not to my liking," Monroe determined, pressing her hands against my lower stomach as I tried to focus on my breathing, "So we're going to talk, Liberty."

I felt my jaw grow tighter, "Okay," I said, my voice lowered with reluctance.

Her soft hands delicately slid up to my bare waist, guiding me around to face her.

I met her blue eyes, tilting my head back as I tried to seem unfazed.

But she just turned the fucking tables on me.

Fuck.

"Sit down," she calmly instructed, dropping her hands from my waist.

I let out the deep breath I was holding, sitting on the edge of the precisely made bed.

"Let's start from the beginning, Liberty," Monroe determined, walking away from me toward the end of the bed, "When I told you no, regarding Dr. Kincaid."

I pursed my lips, glancing down at my bare thighs as I wondered what exactly she had kept track of.

"Even after I told you no, you continued to challenge my word," Monroe said as I continued staring at my lap, "That's one count," she calmly determined, making my brows furrow.

One count?

What the fuck does she even mean?

Spanking maybe?

I know some people are into that.

"Then I specified we couldn't cross the professional line" she continued as I unconsciously held my breath, "You show up at my bar, also, bringing another woman with you."

I continued staring at my lap even if I could feel her stare burning into me from the end of the bed.

"That was intentional, correct, Liberty?" she asked me, making me internally roll my eyes.

I had to physically force my attitude not to show on my face.

Or else I would make this situation worse.

"Correct," I said, my voice lowered with reluctance.

"Two counts," Monroe calmly said, making the knots in my lower stomach worsen.

The worst part—

I don't even know what I'm nervous about.

What is she planning to do?

"Your attitude today," she spoke again, of course, she's bringing that into all of this, "One count."

I glanced up when I noticed her opening something out of my peripheral.

It was a black velvet bag—

One that held an oval-shaped silicone vibrator.

My face immediately grew warm, watching as she grabbed another velvet bag from her duffel bag.

This one revealed a dildo instead.

"How many counts are we at, Liberty?" Monroe calmly asked me, grabbing another velvet bag.

This one was a much larger vibrator—a rabbit one to be exact.

Why is there so many?

"Liberty?" her voice snapped into my thoughts, making me register her previous words.

How many counts?

Fuck-fuck...

I think it's—

"Four?" I suddenly said, the word coming out as a question.

"Correct, Liberty," Monroe said, revealing another toy from one of the velvet bags, "Now let's double it, specifically for the principle of going against my word."

I bit the inside of my cheek, zoning in on a much larger dildo that she slid from the velvet bag.

"Eight counts. Eight orgasms," she calmly determined, making my brows raise.

At least until I realized that didn't sound bad at all.

I figured it would be spankings.

Maybe edging or something.

Eight orgasms?

Sounds amazing to me.

"There won't be breaks in between," Monroe explained, setting the last toy down and glancing over to meet my stare, "We call this forced orgasms."

I furrowed my brows, unsure what that even meant.

But the idea of no breaks in between intimidated me a little.

Still, it sounded like a better outcome in comparison to what I previously expected.

"You'll feel overstimulated to the point that your orgasms will feel painful," she clarified, her voice calm as my heart physically dropped at her words.

Never mind, that doesn't sound good.

Not at fucking all.

"This is why a safe word is key, Liberty," Monroe said, grabbing the different toys in her hands and walking over to me, "Do you have anything you dislike? Perhaps a color or a food?"

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant as she set the toys down a few inches from me, "I really hate yellow," I admitted, "Like the highlighter yellow—I would never wear it."

Monroe nodded once, her lips twitching up slightly at my honesty, "Yellow it is," she determined, her blue eyes meeting mine, "If you feel like it's too overwhelming, you say the word yellow."

I nodded a few times as she stood before me—even if I could feel my stomach twisting at the idea of it feeling that bad.

But for some reason, I weirdly felt turned on by the idea.

It felt like my body couldn't keep up with my brain—half of me was fucking nervous and the other half was excited.

I was ready to feel what it's like to be punished by her.

"You don't say the words no or stop, Liberty. You say the word yellow," Monroe clarified, her voice as serious as ever, precisely holding my stare, "Have I made myself clear?" she asked, taking a step closer to me.

"Yes," I immediately said, knowing she was weird about me not speaking after specifically addressing me.

The last thing I should do is make this all worse.

"Good," she murmured, her eyes shifting down to my body for once, "Take off the rest and lie on your back for me," she instructed, backing away from me to walk toward the end of the bed again.

What else could she possibly be fucking getting?

I unconsciously watched her as she stopped by her duffle bag again, unhooking my bra to lay on the nightstand with my clothes.

Then I stood up, hesitantly sliding my underwear down and allowing the cold air to meet my most sensitive area.

I set my underwear with my clothes too, laying back at the edge of the bed as I kept my legs pressed closed and my arms folded over my bare chest.

As I stared up at the ceiling, I contemplated everything.

Specifically, how I begged for this.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I suddenly furrowed my brows, feeling her soft touch against my ankles that hung off the edge of the bed.

I unconsciously sat up on my elbows when I felt something cool wrap around my ankle.

A cool sensation wrapped around one ankle, then the other.

I propped myself up on my elbows as she fastened something in place, the faint sound of a buckle clicking.

Then she lifted my legs, revealing the black ankle restraints snug against my tanned skin.

I inhaled sharply as she raised my legs higher.

"Be still," she instructed calmly when I shifted beneath her.

A flexible silicone tether connected the restraints, lifting my legs higher and bending my knees beside my torso to expose me completely.

Then she guided the silicone tether behind my neck, keeping my spread legs in place as they resisted against the stretched silicone.

"Monroe," I unconsciously said, my face burning as I tried to process my current position.

How exposed I was with my spread legs held in place, the soft silicone pressing against the back of my neck.

"I don't have the patience to make you be still tonight," she explained, gently grabbing my hands against my chest and guiding them away, "This is how you'll take it instead."

I dug my short nails into the bedding underneath me for stability, trying not to focus on how open I was to her.

It felt like the cold air was touching every inch of my core.

"You're going to count your orgasms with me, Liberty," Monroe instructed, staring down into my eyes.

"Okay," I said, my voice breathless and lowered as I clung to my sanity.

She hasn't even started and it already feels like it's been stripped away.

Along with my fucking ego given the open position she has me in.

I drew in a deep breath when I felt her fingers delicately trace up my slicked folds.

Her stare still remained locked with mine, making my face burn as I tensed beneath her.

"Relax, Liberty," she murmured, tracing circles around my clit and evoking a softened whimper from me, "It'll be easier that way."

I moaned when she quickened her pace, making my legs tremble on either side of me.

"Remember, you have eight to go," she just had to say, making my brows furrow as she circled my clit even faster.

"Monroe," I whined, arching away from her teasing touch as best as I could.

But with the restraints, it was really fucking hard.

"There's no running, Liberty," she murmured, her eyes focused purely on my face and the reactions she drew from me.

I whined when she began applying more pressure to my sensitive clit, keeping up her quick pace.

Her touch was strategic, my sensitive clit entirely exposed to her touch.

"Please," I forced out in a moan, my face burning unbearably as I felt myself quickly hit my peak.

"Please?" she challenged me, changing the direction of her circles against my clit.

I felt my legs tremble even worse, "Please not eight," I tried my best to say, moaning deeper when I felt everything burn around me, easily reaching my first orgasm.

"You earned this," she calmly said, sliding two fingers past my entrance tightened from my current orgasm, "Count, Liberty."

"One—one-one," I quickly whispered, squeezing my eyes shut.

I had no time to recover before she was sliding in and out of me, making my body tense up under her touch.

"You're even tighter tonight, Liberty," she observed, making me whine desperately as she continued sliding in and out of me.

I tightly gripped the comforter underneath me, my legs trembling even worse as strings of drawn-out moans fell from my lips.

Especially when she curled into me, hitting a spot that made me gasp, furrowing my brows as she slid into me faster.

"You're right there, Liberty," Monroe's soft voice echoed over my desperate moans and whimpers, my legs growing even fucking tighter with each thrust.

Until I hit my second orgasm moments later—feeling my entire body tense up instead.

It made my eyes shoot open, gasping for air as I tried to lean away from her touch.

"Count," she instructed yet again, sliding out of me before I could truly bask in my second orgasm.

"Two," I quickly said, hoping she would at least let me finish that one off.

But she didn't.

The next thing I heard was a soft vibration.

Then I felt it.

"Please-please," I whined, hoping she would give me at least a few seconds to catch my breath and come down.

"What are you begging for, Liberty?" she asked me yet again, pressing the vibrator to my clit.

The most desperate moan escaped my lips, trembling under her as my eyes began burning with tears.

"Please just a few seconds," I tried to negotiate, knowing I could handle this.

I just needed a second.

"You don't listen, so you don't get breaks," Monroe calmly said, circling the vibrator around my clit as I whined and whimpered at how sensitive I felt under the strong vibrations.

It made me squirm—as best as I could with my restraints.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I forced out, my eyes burning with more tears that spilled onto my cheeks, "I'm so so—" I drew in a series of deep breaths when she sped up her pace against me, "Sorry," I finally finished my previous sentence, "Please, I'll beg."

She applied more pressure in response, eliciting a choked whimper from me.

"This is beyond begging, Liberty," she said, speeding up her pace as my legs grew tighter.

The soreness began to settle deeper, making my tears grow worse as I gripped the bed underneath me.

"I can't-I can't," I forced out as best as I could, feeling my third orgasm approaching.

There was so much going on.

The pain in my legs, how sensitive the vibration felt against me, my warm tears, and the tingles burning at the center of my core until—

A drawn-out whine tore from my throat, moaning even deeper as I hit my peak.

It was so overwhelming.

My orgasm was so fucking overwhelming.

It made more tears burn in my eyes, clawing at the bedding beneath me.

"Count, Liberty," Monroe said as she pulled the vibrator away from me.

"Three," I forced out, my voice barely audible as I tried to bask in the brief second I had with no stimulation.

Then I felt the coldness pressing past my folds, hearing a vibration and feeling the dildo bury deeply inside of me.

That's when I started crying harder, realizing this was only my fourth one.

And I haven't even reached it yet.

"This is what happens when you aren't good for me, Liberty," her soft voice echoed in the air filled with my cries and whimpers.

She slid the vibrator in deeper, angling it against my spot that she pressed into.

"I'll be good," I forced out, squeezing my teary eyes shut when I felt myself quickly tighten around the vibrating dildo.

I can't do this.

I can't—

I cried harder when I fell into my orgasm, feeling my entire body tense up unbearably as moans vibrated in my chest.

"Count," I heard her soft voice over my desperate cries.

"Four," I forced out, my voice weak and unstable as she slid out of me.

And grabbed another toy.

"I'm sorry-I'm sorry," I pleaded, opening my eyes to meet her stare with remorse, "I promise."

I had never heard my voice sound so fucking desperate, but it seemed to be my only leverage.

At least without tapping out.

"No," she said, and that's when I heard a louder vibration, "You'll show me instead."

I drew in a series of deep breaths when I felt the intense vibrations slide past my entrance, making me shake my head as choked whimpers fought their way up my throat.

It grew worse when she slid it deeper inside of me, feeling the vibrating silicone on the outside of the toy hit my sensitive clit.

I knew this one was the rabbit vibrator—probably the worst one so far with how sensitive I already felt.

Now I could feel the vibrations inside and out of me as she repeatedly thrust into me.

It felt like my body physically withered under hers, scratching so hard at the bedding that it made my nails ache.

"It'll be easier now, Liberty," Monroe said, quickening her pace as I cried through my moans, "You're sensitive enough to orgasm quicker."

"I can't," I choked out, sobs vibrating in my throat as my body physically tensed up again.

This is when I genuinely started to lose my mind, not wanting to hit my fifth orgasm.

The pulse at my core feels fucking unbearable.

"You can," I heard her counter my words, angling deeper against my spot and eliciting a weak moan from me, "You take your punishment like a good girl, Liberty."

I quickly pressed my hands to my face when my orgasm washed over me, panting for as much air as I could get.

Sobs immediately echoed from my lips as the tingles grew more intense.

"Five," I quickly forced out, feeling her slide out of me yet again before I could truly sit with the feeling.

Which somehow made the ache at my core even worse.

"I can't do three more, please," I pleaded, my words weak and unsteady as I forced my heavy eyes open.

"You will for me," she determined, and that's when I heard another vibration.

As soon as she pressed it to my swollen clit, I began sobbing through my moans and whimpers, feeling so unbearably sensitive.

It was officially painful.

And I couldn't get away from it—I was restrained and wide open to her touch, forced to take what she was giving me.

"I can't," I cried harder, burying my face in my trembling hands as I tried to shift my hips away from her.

But it only moved me against the vibrator, intensifying the touch.

"Have we learned our lesson, Liberty?" she asked me, making me nod a few times in a row.

"Yes-yes," I quickly answered her, crying even harder as pain shot through my trembling legs,

"It hurts... please."

My voice was barely audible through my cries, sobbing even harder with hopes that she would determine the punishment was sufficient enough.

She only pressed the vibrator firmer against my clit.

"Please-please-please," I sobbed, my chest rising and falling with each breath as my sixth orgasm quickly approached me,

"Please?" Monroe asked me, making me shake my head.

"Just please," I forced out, crying harder into my hands as everything grew further and further away, "I learned my lesson, please."

"The mind breaks before the body does, Liberty," she murmured, quickening her pace against me as my body trembled profusely, "Don't let your mind break you."

Her words echoed around me, but I couldn't mentally fucking process them.

When my sixth orgasm hit, my sobs grew louder, moving my legs as much as I could in the air as I tried to get away from her.

But I couldn't go anywhere.

Everything burned around me crying so hard that I lost my ability to breathe.

"Six."

The word fell from my lips as a plead, suddenly tugging at my restraints when she pulled away and grabbed the much larger dildo.

"No-no, please—stop," I tried my best to say through my cries, gripping the bedding underneath me when she slowly slid the thicker dildo into me, stretching me out even more.

"You know your safe word," she reminded me, but I didn't want to say it.

I didn't want to give up.

I also didn't know what giving up came with.

If it meant another punishment.

My breaths grew rapid, clenching my jaw as she purposely sped up her pace.

"I'm sorry—I'm so sorry," I cried out, the words burning my dry throat.

Monroe only angled it deeper in response, "Show me, Liberty," she said, hitting my extremely sensitive spot.

I sobbed profusely, "Please-please," I cried out my chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, "I'm-I'm," I dug my nails into my hands when my seventh orgasm approached.

This one made everything around me blur, feeling nothing but pain.

There was no more pleasure.

I was surrounded by darkness before I could realize my eyes were closed, my sobs and cries didn't sound like mine anymore.

I felt almost lost in the moment of it.

Like I was just in this darkness filled with pain.

"Yellow."

The word was a weak cry, barely audible in the air but it made it all stop.

It made everything stop.

The toy inside of me was slid out before I could process it, but it didn't change the pain and overstimulation coursing through my body.

"I'm right here, Liberty," her familiar voice echoed.

I opened my eyes, zoning in on the cries still falling from my lips as I felt her soft touch behind my neck—guiding the silicone tether over my head and carefully lowering my trembling legs from the position in midair.

"Everything is okay," I heard the softness of her voice again.

My sobs only grew, and the worst part was that I couldn't help them.

I couldn't stop crying.

"No," I forced out when I felt the warmth of arms wrap around me—pushing everything around me away, "Stop-stop."

The arms tightened around me, and before I could process it—

I was staring up at her, now lying in her lap entirely.

My bottom lip trembled profusely, breaking down even more in her arms.

"I'm sorry," I cried weakly, burying my face in her stomach as she cradled me, "I'm so sorry mommy."

The softness of her touch caressed my back, "It's okay. It's all okay now," she whispered softly,

hugging me closer to her.

I only cried harder, feeling so overwhelmed by everything.

Even the name I just called her.

I suddenly processed it.

And now I feel more embarrassed.

But I couldn't even say that—I couldn't say anything.

My crying was so overpowering that I couldn't even force the words out.

I tried focusing on her soft touch against my back, how her other hand caressed the hair away from my face.

But my crying never really stopped.

It only grew softer, weaker, but I just couldn't stop.

My entire body is burning with soreness, my eyes aching, and my head hurts so fucking much.

I'll never disregard her word again.

And I'll sincerely try not to have an attitude.

I sniffled as another cry vibrated in my chest, gripping her closer to me.

"Shhhh," I heard the softness of her whisper, "Everything is okay. You're okay," she said, pulling the comforter over me as I trembled against her body.

My soft cries grew even more as I tried to focus on her soft touch and the warmth of the cover, but it was so hard.

"You did so good, my beautiful girl," I heard her softly whisper, caressing her hand against my forehead.

I sniffled, squeezing my eyes tighter shut, "I didn't make it to eight," I forced out, feeling so disappointed in myself.

"That's okay darling," Monroe said, continuing her soft caress up my back, "You did good for me. I'm proud of you."

I felt more tears burn in my closed eyes at her genuine words, "I really tried to," I forced out, drawing in a series of deep breaths.

"I know, Liberty," she said, softly playing with my curls, "You showed me how sorry you were."

I sniffled, nodding a few times, "I am—I'm really sorry," I whispered, feeling the warm tears slip from my eyes.

"It's all okay," she assured me, massaging her hands into my lower back, "Let out a deep breath for me."

I parted my lips slightly, forcing out a deep exhale as my body sunk deeper into her.

"Good girl," she murmured, caressing her other hand against my cheek, "Draw in a deep breath."

I listened immediately, inhaling deeply for her.

"And let it out," she calmly instructed.

I exhaled yet again, relaxing in her arms for once and letting the tension fade from my body.

"You're being so good for me, Liberty," she whispered, cupping my cheek in her warm hand as my eyes remained closed, "Focus on my touch."

I drew in another deep breath, zoning in on her touch only—how soft and gentle it was against my skin.

I let out a deep sigh, relaxing even further into her as I focused on the warmth around me.

Suddenly everything felt okay again.

I didn't feel this dooming feeling surrounding me anymore.

The soreness in my legs was still there—along with the painful throbbing between my legs.

But I'm okay.

Everything is okay, just as she said.

"There you go, Liberty," she softly whispered, caressing her thumb against my cheek, "Relax, you're safe here."

I let out another deep sigh, finally opening my eyes to glance around the dim room.

Then I met her stare above me.

"How do you feel?" she murmured, her blue eyes trailing my face.

"Like everything hurts," I said, furrowing my brows as I tried to stretch out my legs.

"I have Tylenol," Monroe softly said, her eyes not once glancing away from mine, "I'll run a hot bath to soothe any tension in your muscles," she offered, caressing the back of her hand against my cheek.

"I just want to stay here—can I stay here?" I whispered, not even caring about how desperate I sounded.

"Of course, Liberty," she didn't hesitate to say, "How do you feel about room service? Are you hungry?"

I nodded immediately at the idea of food, "I'm really hungry," I determined, realizing I never ate dinner.

"Name anything you want," Monroe murmured, staring down at me as she traced her thumb along my jawline.

"A burger," I said, not even having to think it through, "Wings and fries too."

Monroe's lips twitched up slightly, "Good," she whispered as if she were genuinely content with me eating something, "How about a milkshake?"

I nodded immediately at the idea, "Strawberry please," I whispered, stretching my sore legs out even more with a wince.

"Your manners are very attractive, Liberty," she said, naturally making my face burn up, "Sometimes you need to break someone to get them to listen."

Her words echoed in my head, processing them as she reached for the nearby phone above the nightstand.

I was silent as she pressed the zero on the phone, dialing the front desk.

She aimed to break me.

Almost like breaking a toy in.

And it fucking worked.

I'll never do it again now that I understand what it comes with.

I don't think I've ever been punished to the point of listening, but I'll listen now.

I swear I'll listen.

Even after ordering my food and grilled chicken for herself, Monroe continued to hold me—caressing my back or grazing her hand against my cheek.

It was comfortably silent between us, only the softness of our breaths in the air.

She smelled so good, something I could now register after feeling less overstimulated.

I don't think I've ever laid in someone's arms this comfortably.

After endless minutes, Monroe moved slightly to undo the restraints still wrapped around my ankles.

Then she got up entirely, but only for a short moment—grabbing one of the white cotton t-shirts from her bag.

Apparently, I didn't need my pajamas.

Not after she pulled her shirt over my head and let the material cover my exposed body.

Then she used unscented wipes to carefully clean my most sensitive area, which made me tense slightly—still feeling beyond sensitive.

But she was gentle and quick, and I felt so much more comfortable after.

Especially once she gave me some Tylenol and one of the bottles of water from the mini-fridge, instructing me to drink at least half of the bottle.

While I focused on that, she headed into the bathroom, running the sink water as she carefully cleaned the different toys used on me.

By the time she emerged back into the room, I had finished the entire bottle of water for her.

Mostly for her praise—which it easily earned me.

I suddenly furrowed my brows, noticing the pack of hair ties she grabbed from her bag.

They weren't normal hair ties.

These were made for curly hair.

"You bought those for me?" I asked before I could even think it through.

"We don't want to damage your hair, do we?" Monroe asked me, pulling one of the hair ties from the pack.

I blinked a few times, "No, I just..." I trailed off as she approached my side of the bed, "I didn't expect you to go to those lengths," I admitted as she reached her hands up, gently running her fingers over my curls.

"I told you I'll handle everything, Liberty," she softly whispered, gathering my hair up as she carefully tied it in a bun for me, "Even the small things."

I hummed as she gently scratched her short nails against my scalp, loosening the bun in my hair.

Then she pulled away, hearing soft knocks echoing on the door.

I immediately grew excited, realizing it was the food she previously ordered over thirty minutes ago.

I sat up more in the bed as she walked over to the door that she opened, exchanging a few brief words with the worker before wheeling the room service cart inside.

My eyes trailed the different covered dishes as she wheeled the cart to my side of the bed, grabbing the metal tray provided and setting it on my lap.

Then she uncovered the food, first the burger and fries—setting the plate on the tray resting on my lap.

Then she uncovered the different wings she ordered me, making me realize I never told her which kind I wanted.

I ended up taking a few of the lemon herb wings rather than the others, settling contently against the headboard of the bed as she grabbed two waters from the mini-fridge.

After handing one to me, she dimmed the lights even more, soothing my heavy eyes.

"Do you want to watch anything?" she asked me, grabbing the remote from the nightstand.

"Yes please," I murmured, glancing over to the large flat-screen TV in front of me, "I want to watch one of the Bratz movies," I said, suddenly thinking about Kaia and how we always watched those together.

"I'll pull it up," Monroe didn't hesitate to say, navigating to Netflix on the TV.

It only took her a few moments to have the movie up and playing for me—grabbing a tray for herself and the covered plate before rounding the bed.

She slid in on the other side, sitting close beside me as she took the lid off her plate.

I began eating, focusing on the movie—even if my eyes unconsciously shifted over to her.

I had never seen her eat anything before.

Yet somehow she made eating look attractive, cutting off a small piece of her chicken before bringing the fork to her soft lips.

I watched as she took the bite, chewing a few times as her sharp jawline managed to flex each time.

I quickly glanced away when her blue eyes shifted over to me, making my face burn in embarrassment.

Why am I watching her eat right now?

"Did you want a bite?" she asked me, her tone far from sarcastic.

She was being serious.

Which naturally made me glance back over to her, processing that she was willing to share her food when I already had so much.

Or just share her food in general.

Zion would never.

Kaia definitely would never.

I was entirely unaccustomed to this concept.

"No I'm okay," I said, not even wanting a bite to begin with, I just couldn't stop myself from watching her, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she murmured, cutting off another piece of her chicken as I tried to focus on eating my fries.

I pursed my lips into a smile as I chewed, processing that she was actually watching this movie with me.

Monroe Leclair—watching a Bratz movie.

It made me want to laugh so badly, and as usual, she seemed to pick up on my amusement.

"Liberty," she said, her stare pinpointed on me again.

I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips, quickly holding my hand over my mouth.

"Sorry-sorry, it's just—" I drew in a deep breath, my laughter uncontrollable, "You're really watching this with me."

I couldn't meet her stare, not when more soft laughs fell from my lips.

"Of course, I'm watching this with you," she said, and I could hear the amusement in her tone, making my laughter worse.

"Monroe, you're watching Bratz," I forced out, meeting her stare as another laugh fell from my lips.

And that's when I noticed her lips twitch up, her blue eyes trailing my face, "I know, Liberty," she said, shaking her head at me.

"It's going to be your favorite movie," I said as my laughter slowly died down, smiling like an idiot at her, "Watch."

"I'm trying," she said, making my lips part dramatically with a smile.

But I was silent for once, smiling like a weirdo to myself as I let her fully focus on the movie.

It was Bratz Rock Angels, one of my favorite movies out of the Bratz line-up.

And Monroe genuinely watched it even after we finished eating, sitting against the headboard with her long legs crossed.

She was entirely invested in the movie as she silently watched it.

At least until a yawn fell from my lips, diverting her focus from the movie immediately.

"You're tired," she stated in observation, probably noticing how heavy my eyes were.

I was trying to fight my sleep, but after what she just put me through, I don't think I'll make it past nine tonight.

It's barely eight thirty now.

"Yes," I sighed, sinking further under the covers as I heard the movie pause.

I glanced over when Monroe slid out of the bed, walking toward the end where our bags were.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not even bothering to lay up with how comfortable I was under these soft covers.

"Getting your toothbrush and toothpaste," she calmly explained, unzipping my duffel bag.

I groaned, "I don't want to get up," I mumbled, hiding my face under the covers.

"I don't think you could if you tried," she just had to say, making me roll my eyes to myself as I remained under the covers, "I'll bring it to you. Stay here."

I furrowed my brows, pulling the covers away from my face as I watched her walk off toward the bathroom.

I wonder how she'll bring it to me?

It was a prominent thought in my head as I waited for her to walk out of the bathroom

It only took a few moments before she walked out toward me, holding a cup and my toothbrush that had the toothpaste prepared on it.

I think this might be the most spoiled thing I've ever experienced, especially when she began brushing my teeth for me.

She had me spit the toothpaste in the cup every few moments, continuing to brush my teeth as I openly stared at her.

It was weirdly the most intimate thing we had done—and she just made me orgasm seven times in a row.

Even bringing the water bottle to my lips and having me briefly swish water was really fucking intimate, staring at her as she waited for me to spit in the cup yet again.

Then I could finally lay down, entirely content with the minty taste in my mouth as she walked off to the bathroom.

My heavy eyes fluttered closed as I got comfortable in the bed, unconsciously listening to her soft footsteps patter back into the room moments later.

I forced my eyes open yet again when I heard her unzip her duffel bag, nosily watching as she grabbed a leather book and a glasses case.

I think she's about to work.

Seems like her.

I quickly closed my eyes again when she approached her side of the bed, quietly setting the book and glasses case down on the nightstand before sliding in next to me.

Really close to me actually.

I felt the soft caress of her hand against my cheek before I could process it, letting out a soft sigh as I relaxed into her touch.

There was a calm silence between us as she slid closer to me, pulling the covers further up over my body.

I grew more tired with her gentle touch against my skin, caressing across my forehead and down my nose.

My brain followed her touch, even as she ran her hand down to my jawline, tracing the edge before dipping down to my exposed neck.

Eventually, I couldn't keep up—sinking deeper into the soothing darkness around me.

For once, I felt like I would genuinely sleep like a baby.

Especially after barely sleeping last night and being so on edge today.

Or pushed to the literal edge just an hour ago.

Now I could finally sleep contently.