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Chapter twenty-five

Jade

I ’m staring at the pages of this book, but the words are not going in. Instead of painting vivid pictures in my mind, they are simply marks on paper. Meaningless symbols.

I sigh and rub my eyes. My thoughts are slow and sluggish. I feel like I am shutting down. Withering. Fading. I’ve been in this dungeon for weeks, and now my very soul is giving up.

I put the book down in defeat. The same four walls stare back at me. It could be worse, far worse, I know that.

My lovely friends are keeping me safe. They installed a proper toilet and shower down here. I’m never alone, unless I want to be.

I’ve accumulated a mountain of DVDs. I’m learning how to knit with Lello. Pink and I are learning Spanish together, as well as pouring through old magic books from Monty’s library, hoping to uncover something that might help find Monty’s brother.

It’s not as if I’m short on things to do.

“It should be enough,” I say to Reginald.

The stuffed frog remains silent, sitting lopsided in his spot on the end of the bed. Maybe he is getting depressed too. Perhaps the thought of being down here for the rest of his days is starting to wear on him.

I know I am giving up hope that another solution will be found. It really looks like I’m going to have to stay here forever.

Suddenly, the sound of the door scraping open echoes around. It sinks into my chest and stirs my heart .

Flyn.

I find myself running to him. His arms wrap around me. His jacket is wet, sprinkled with raindrops. The smell of autumn clings to him. I inhale the fresh scent as deeply as I can.

“What’s the outside world like?” I say as I step back while still keeping my hands on his shoulders.

Flyn smiles. The corner of his eye twitches. There are new lines there. He is finding this hard, too. I’ve given him worry lines.

“Awful!” he says with nearly convincing gusto. “Cold, wet, gray.”

I’ve missed the end of summer. I’ll never get it back. The seasons have turned, and I’m trapped in here where the light is always the same. No stars. No breeze. No sky.

“It’s much nicer in here, honestly,” Flyn says.

I smile weakly at his attempt to cheer me up.

“I’ve got you a present!” He holds up the plastic bag like a trophy before thrusting it at me.

I take it and pull out the contents. I freeze for a moment while my mind tries to process what is happening. Eventually, I look up at Flyn’s beaming face.

“You want me to wear a sexy nurse outfit?”

Flyn chuckles, eyes sparkling with mirth. “If that’s the way you want to play it, baby, then sure. But I was hoping you’d rail me while I was wearing it.”

My eyebrows rise. My imagination whirls.

The picture on the front of the plastic packet shows a female model.

Very thin. The latex-looking pale blue mini skirt is very short on her.

It would be positively indecent stretched across Flyn’s muscular thighs.

As for the top part, I’m not sure if it would even stretch across his chest. If it did, it would be very tight.

It would push his pecs together and give him the beginnings of a cleavage.

His arms would be bare. The silly little hat would nearly get lost in his blond curls. I think his midriff would be exposed .

Oh my. I try to swallow, but it doesn’t really work. Blindly, I thrust the costume towards Flyn. I accidentally hit him in the chest with it.

“Put it on now,” I rasp. I cough and then manage to add, “Please.”

Flyn’s laugh is positively filthy. He hurries over to the tiny bathroom. I stare at the door for a moment before rousing myself with a shake.

I turn around and yank open the dungeon door, and flip over the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. I do it so aggressively that a gemstone pings off. Oops. I’ll have to ask Lello to fix it later.

I shove the door shut. The latch catches with an ominous click. The sound sends an icy trickle down my spine. It is a noise that I am really beginning to hate.

I force my lungs to slow. Everything is fine. Sometimes being locked away from the world is a good thing. Like when you are about to make love to your stunning boyfriend.

Two more deep breaths and my body finally gets the idea.

My heart rate falls back down to a somewhat normal rhythm.

It’s not going to go all the way down, because Flyn is in the bathroom putting on a sexy nurse outfit, and that’s fine.

My heart is allowed to race for Flyn. That’s entirely reasonable.

As if to prove my point, the thin bathroom door opens and Flyn saunters out, causing my entire body to react.

My brain cells seize up. My lungs do something strange. My stomach flips a cartwheel. Oh my sweetest goddess. He looks even better than I imagined. The outfit is ridiculously skimpy. And clinging on for dear life to stretch over his broad, manly frame.

It really is the hottest thing I have ever seen. So hot. So very hot that there has to be steam coming out of my ears right now.

Flyn’s hands go to his hips, drawing attention to his waist. Oh hells, I’m literally drooling now.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he says in a strange voice .

I blink. Then I blink again. Oh, right, role play. I stare at Flyn helplessly.

“Now, now, Mr. Freeman, this just won’t do.”

He steps forward, takes my elbow and steers me towards the bed. Then he pushes me on to it. I lie back and stare up at him.

“Remember what to say if you want us to stop?” he says in his normal voice.

I nod. “Reginald.”

We haven’t done anything kinky. This has to be as close as it gets, but Flyn wanted us to have safe words anyway.

It’s so thoughtful of him, as well as perceptive.

He understands that I could potentially freak out at any time.

Not that I have. So far, I’ve only ever felt safe with Flyn, but brains are weird and who knows what might set me off.

“Time for your bed bath.”

My hands fly up to the buttons of my pajama top, but Flyn gently bats them away.

“No, no. Mr. Freeman. The doctor left strict orders. You need to rest.”

A deranged sounding giggle escapes me. This whole over-the-top thing is so Flyn. It should be ridiculous. The cheap sex store costume. The voice he is putting on. The words he is saying.

But I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.

He grins down at me. Blue eyes sparkling so brightly it is nearly dazzling. He is like sunlight incarnate.

I drink in the sight of him as he slowly, slowly strips me. Now I’m naked on the bed while he is standing there fully covered up. Well, as fully covered up as the skimpy costume is managing.

He gives me an extremely salacious wink before turning on his heels and walking to the bathroom with a sway in his hips.

I’m still reeling from that sight when he returns a few minutes later with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth.

He winks at me again. Then he drops to his knees beside the bed, somehow managing to make the gesture incredibly slutty.

Oh hells. I’m not going to survive this.

There is no need to worry about losing the will to live due to being locked down here, because I’m about to lose my mind. Flyn is going to melt it into goo.

The warm wet cloth wipes over my chest. My cock throbs. The sensation is so intense that I have to close my eyes.

Apparently, my nipples are very dirty and the nurse is having to clean them very thoroughly. A breathless moan seeps out of me. Pleasure is zapping through me like lightning. I’m tingling all over. I’m hyperaware of every inch of my naked skin.

The warm wet cloth slides down my body. It brushes over my aching cock, making me gasp.

“My, my, Mr. Freeman. This won’t do. It’s not good for your blood pressure. We are going to have to get it to go down.”

I can’t think of a single thing to say. I can’t even open my eyes. I hope Flyn doesn’t mind.

The next thing I know, I’m crying out. Ecstasy is exploding through me. Flyn’s soft lips are wrapped around my cock and sliding down. Fuck.

My hands clench in the sheets. My lungs are stuttering. My head is spinning.

He bobs up and down my length three times, then he pulls off with a wet plop.

“Well, this really won’t do. It’s getting harder. We are going to have to try something else.”

The bed dips. My eyes remember how to open, just in time to see Flyn straddling me. A gurgling sound sticks in my throat. I think my eyes are bugging out now. The latex skirt is so short it’s not getting in the way at all.

Flyn pauses above me. His eyes are dark with lust, but his question is clear. I nod frantically, which makes him smirk.

His fingers gently wrap around my cock and he holds me in place. I watch, transfixed and utterly awestruck, as he lowers himself onto me .

He is tight and hot and slick with lube, but astonishingly, I’m barely registering that. It’s the look of intense joy and rapture on his face that has me enthralled.

He slides all the way down. He grunts. His head tips back. I suck in a shuddering breath and will myself not to cum yet.

With a deep groan, Flyn begins to move. His hips roll and he rides me. I watch him in reverence. This man is my religion. He is everything that I worship.

His pleasure builds and builds. It is glorious to see. His cheeks are rosy. His jaw loose. His lips puffy and wet.

His muscles are trembling. His thighs quaking. He moans, and slows his pace. He sucks in a breath and speeds up, bouncing away on me.

He repeats the cycle over and over again.

I drink it all in. I commit every tiny detail to memory. I am keeping this forever.

He whines.

Oh shit. I’m an idiot. Every time he gets close to orgasm, his thighs start trembling so much that he can’t keep up the pace he needs.

Euphoria rushes through me. For the first time in my life, I’m so fucking happy that I have inhuman strength.

With a deep and feral cry, I grab his hips. I flip us over so he is on his back on the bed and I’m above him, still buried deep in his ass. One hand goes up to his hair and pulls it. I lean down to his ear.

“You are a very naughty nurse,” I growl.

Flyn cries out. A wordless sound of helpless lust. He clenches around me. I snap my hips and pound into him. Hard and fast in the way he likes, but not so much that I risk hurting him.

“Jade! Jade! Jade!” he pants in time with my thrusts.

Then he screams my name. A full on, full volume scream as he writhes his way through a spectacular, glorious orgasm.

My own peak burns through me. Sweet, pure and exquisite. My load empties deep inside his ass and I’m so very glad we had the, ‘condoms are not needed with paranormals’ discussion. Because, fucking hell, knowing that I’m filling him with my cum is the most satisfying thing in the universe.

I collapse boneless next to Flyn.

“Fuck,” he gasps breathlessly.

I chuckle and pull him into a spoon. Maybe being locked down here isn’t so bad.