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Accepting the proffered drink, I open the cap and take a sniff of what’s undoubtedly liquor, but sweet, like sugar. “What is it?”
“Rum. Have some. It’ll help take the pain away.”
With a sniff, I throw back the flask on a long swill. A burn slides down my throat, warming my chest as it makes its way to my stomach. I tip it back again.
Solange chuckles and sinks to her knees before me, wedging herself between my thighs. Ru
For a second, her face blurs, and I double blink to bring her back into focus. “Lacrosse and swim.” The slur in my words is unexpected, and with a frown, I lift the flask again. “D’you spike this w’something?” Two sips of liquor would’ve hardly left me feeling this woozy so fast. At school, Jude and I did tequila shots when we played cards, and I still won eighty percent of the time.
With a devious smile, she leans forward and licks the shell of my ear. “Yes,” she whispers.
My muscles turn weak, lax, with that fireplace coziness that makes me want to lie down somewhere. I don’t even realize I’ve slid down the rock onto the sand until Solange straddles my thighs, lifting my arms above my head as she removes my shirt.
Should I be doing this? What’s happening?
Without protest, I let her undress me, as I stare up at the ceiling of the cave. There are brief moments of blackness, like a long blink. A cold sensation. Then warmth. I lift my hand to rub my eyes, surprised to find it’s already raised, and I follow the path of my limb to a pair of handcuffs that bind my wrists together, and a rope tied to an old, rusted post that used to be a ‘Danger Stay Out’ sign. It’s somehow weathered years of high tide, though the actual sign popped off a while back.
Long blink.
My muscles jerk, and I’m staring up at the rope tied to the post. I tug, but it doesn’t give.
Long blink.
A spasm rocks me awake. Something cold tickles my feet. I lift my head to find the water splashing around my legs.
Rising with the tide.
Panic freezes my veins. I tug at the rope again, to no avail.
Long blink.
Ice cold liquid crashes against my face, and I gasp, kicking myself back. The water has risen up to my chest, my legs fully submerged. Perched on a boulder off to the side is a black object that doesn’t immediately come into focus until I squint. It’s a bird. A black bird. I zero in on the missing eyeball. The bird I shot with Jude.
Its caw echoes through the cave, and a fist of salt and fury smashes against my face with an incoming wave, kicking my head to the side. The sea is rough tonight.
“Help me!” I manage to call out, the sound of my voice bouncing inside the empty cave. “Somebody help!”
The bird flies off.
Long blink.
“Tell me more about swim.” Solange kneels beside me, looking down on me, and warmth engulfs my exposed cock as she curls her hand around it. To my surprise, it feels good. So fucking good. When did she pull down my pants? I tug at the rope, but only for leverage, as I arch into her strokes.
“The water … it gets deep.” Before I can finish the thought, a wave crashes against my face again, and I shake my head, snorting the salt that shoots up into my sinuses.
“Your mother told me you had an accident as a child. You almost drowned.”
It’s true. When I was three years old, I fell into the pool. Fortunately, we had a number of staff, and someone managed to pull me out before I officially kicked the bucket. It was traumatic enough to keep me from the water for years, though, until my father demanded that I join the swim team.
Therapy, he called it.
Might’ve helped my fear of water, but it didn’t help my fear of drowning.
“The tide’s strong. We have to get out of here.” My voice is weak, and I feel my consciousness waning again, the darkness on the fringes closing in.
“We will.” She runs her hand up and down my tenacious hard-on. “After you come.”
“I can’t. N’when we’re about to drown.”
“You’re already halfway there, from the feel of it.”
The water rushes over my head, and I hardly have the opportunity to suck in a breath as it washes over me, pulling me when it retreats.
She strokes faster. “Come for me, Lucian.”
I want to tell her to fuck off, to push her away, but I can’t. I’m too caught up in the feeling of her palm, the precise pressure of it as she pumps her fist.
“If you refuse, you’ll drown. Here, in this cave.”
“So will you.” I groan, the sound vibrating in my chest, punctuated by sheer bliss as the water provides a wet slide. Cold, but not frigid.
“I’ll go before it gets too deep. I’ll leave you here to die.”
She’s fucking crazy!
Another wave crashes over me, this one lifting my body up off the sand and pulling at the binds when it recedes.
Coughing up the fluids from my sinuses, I brace for another wave.
Her strokes hasten.
My body hardens.
The salt burns as it floods my nostrils again, the waves coming faster than before. Higher than the last.
Another wave.
My muffled shouts beneath the water pound through my ears, over the muted crash against the rocks. Bubbles expel the last breath, but the sensation between my thighs diverts my attention from everything else. Once again the water is yanked away, and I suck in as much air as I can.
The next wave doesn’t retreat this time.
I kick against her hand pressing into my thigh, while the other works me to orgasm. The breath I managed before the wave punches at my chest for release. The desperate pull for air leaves me arched underwater. Panic reaches its height. My body eases into the next phase. Drowning. I’m going to be the next kid to drown in this fucking cave.
But somehow, somehow I don’t care, because even as the ocean rubs its palms for another sacrifice, I’m still in tune to every incredible rub of my dick.
Dizziness settles over me while she plays with my balls, and the sensations clash together, the fear, the panic, the excitement, tightening my muscles, until I have no choice but to let go.
More bubbles expel from my mouth, light crashes behind my eyes, and for a split second, I wonder if I’m dead.
The next thing I know, I’m sitting upright, the water reaching my neck, my body cold and shaky, the way it feels just before a person passes out. Coughing and gasping for air, I turn to the side, while the next wave pummels my face. Tucking her arms beneath mine, Solange stumbles forward, knocking into me, but I kick back and push to my feet. Still coughing, muscles loose with weakness, I hobble toward the entrance, the water up to my thighs, as we round the mouth of the cave and climb the slope.
Once elevated enough, I fall back against the rocky outer surface, and heave, trying to catch my breath. It’s then I realize I’m still completely naked. Solange stands bent forward, hands on her knees, and chuckles as she lifts her gaze to mine.
I want to fucking strangle her, but whatever she gave me earlier, along with having almost died a second ago, has rendered me weak. So weak, I can’t even fight her when she steps toward me, caging me against the rock.
“Tell me that wasn’t the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had.”
I wish I could tell her it wasn’t.
I wish I could say I’d been more consumed with the panic of dying than the possibility of climax.