Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 52

As she lay in that position, swallowing her food, she looked an awful lot like she could have easily swallowed something else I gave her. Bobbi came to mind, lying across my bed with my hand wrapped around her neck as I slid my full erection past her lovely lips. I remembered the bulge in her throat pressing against my palm, causing me to throb as my brain bathed in lust-addled power.

I could have done the same to Astrid, and you know what? She probably would have let me. What was she going to do? Bite it off? Chloe and I were her only chance of getting out of here alive… and she certainly deserved it after what she’d done to Bobbi. I licked my lips as my gaze traveled down that ivory tower to the hollow in her throat.

Maybe Astrid wasn’t the only monster out here, after all.

“It’s a stupid idea,” Astrid said, pulling me out of my momentary lapse in attention.

“What?” I asked.

“Chloe’s plan.” Astrid’s gaze dropped to the device in my hand. “That.”

“Chloe told you about that?” I asked, holding the remote up.

“The likelihood of Helen using it is remote,” Astrid said. “There isn’t much reason if the person with the controls isn’t around. Besides that, what are the chances that it’s sending a signal all the way out here?”

“Does your phone work at the cabin?”

“My father had cell towers installed out here five years ago, yes. But—”

“Good enough for me,” I said, cutting her off. I made sure Astrid could see the remote in my hand as I manipulated the slider again, drumming out the pattern. I gave her a look of defiance that suggested that I was enthusiastic about the idea, despite my misgivings.

“Helen was ordered to leave it in until ordered to remove it,” I said. “If it’s working, she’ll feel me banging out Morse code against her ovaries like they were African drums.”

Astrid gave a hearty laugh, which felt good. I didn't enjoy hating people, and despite our disagreement about Bobbi or the way she had been trying to manipulate me, it was nice to see the young heiress acting more like the sweet, calming person I had met in the boardroom that day, rather than some predatory lizard person.

“That image,” Astrid said, reaching up to scrub at the corner of one eye. “Seriously,” she said, “What are the chances she would keep it in? Most people would pull it out after half an hour. It’s ill-advised for a woman to leave things like that for a week at a time inside her anyway.”

I hadn’t thought of that. Part of me hoped she’d take it out at night or to at least wash it or something. Another part of me—the part that wanted to get rescued, and another part that loved the idea of Helen being that subservient to me—hoped that she followed my order to the letter. Who knows… if the miraculous remote could send signals from the middle of the Norwegian forest, then perhaps the miraculous vibrator was made from body-safe silicone that wouldn’t cause UTIs. Erin hadn’t mentioned that, but one could always hope.

I took Chloe’s tactic and said, “You got any better idea?”

Astrid stared up at me thoughtfully for a long moment and then finally said, “I do not.”

“Okay, then. Stop shitting on the one good idea we’ve had.”

And then it hit me… Astrid wasn’t doing anything besides lying around. She had a good reason, but this was a task she could handle, since there wasn’t much else she could do. “You wanna do it for a while?”

The heiress studied me for a long moment and then finally said, “What’s the code?”

I crouched behind her head so her crown was nearly brushing my chest, and lightly rested my hands on her just above her breasts. She tilted her head up to glance at me, her expression unreadable as she gazed at me a touch too long. Then, she turned her attention to the remote, allowing me to demonstrate the series of patterns used to spell out the sequence of dots and dashes, repeating it again and again, and having her parrot it back to me.

Proud that my student had mastered the pattern Chloe was sure would save us all, I smiled down at her, and she tilted her head to look back up at me. Her big, blue-green eyes stared up at me, looking both pleased and vulnerable at the same time. With the placement of my hands on Astrid’s chest and the proximity of our faces, I realized how intimate this could easily become. At this distance, her silken hair looked a little stringy, reminding me that she hadn’t had washed or even brushed her teeth in a couple of days. Despite that, she didn’t smell that bad… as if she kept bad hygiene at bay through sheer will and the natural gracefulness that had impressed me when we first met. I’m sure, compared to me, she smelled magnificent.

Once she got the pattern down, I left the remote in her delicate piano fingers, but I kept the sides of my half-curled fists resting on her chest, half of them lay on her bare skin. It felt slightly warm, compared to the damp forest air, and it was a nice change.

“I’ll… get you some toiletries,” I said, meeting her gaze.

She gave me a small, seemingly genuine smile. “Am I that bad?”

“No,” I said. “I mean… a little, but… you know.”

The corners of her mouth turned up a little more, and a twinkle of amusement danced in her eyes. “I know. Thank you.”

Part of me knew she was a monster, but then there were moments like this where she seemed so… human. Once again, reminding me of that lovely, slender woman I’d met at VistaVision. She’d been so… elegant… graceful. I was seeing more of that now, and I liked it.

I also liked the shape of her lips.

“I’ll bring them back in a little bit,” I said, flicking my eyes toward the remote. “Just keep that up while I’m gone, okay?”

“Thank you. I will,” she said as she began repeating the movements I showed her on the remote.

I rose to my feet, letting my hands stay connected to her soft skin until the last possible second, my fingers trailing across her collar bones before departing as I straightened. I nodded and looked around at the forest, trying hard not to notice how close my crotch was to her head.

I rose to my feet, letting my hands stay connected to her soft skin until the last possible second, my fingers trailing across her collar bones before departing as I straightened. I nodded and looked around at the forest, trying hard not to notice how close my crotch was to her head.

Seriously… why was I like this? I’d just had my world rocked by a smoking hot goddess last night, and now I was three seconds away from openly groping the woman I was developing a distaste for. Seriously… what the fuck was wrong with me?

“Alright,” I said, backing away from the heiress. “Be back in a bit.”

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