Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
There we go with the perception of danger again.
“So you’ll lean back a bit.” Greer nudged me back, and I scooted down a little in my seat and let my head fall against the backrest. “And you’ll expect a washcloth that’s drenched.” He folded the cloth so it was about as big as his hand, and then he covered my mouth and nose with it.
I shivered at the cold.
“Maybe it’s not as wet as you dreaded, and yet it’ll be wetter in your mind than in reality.” He applied pressure, making it harder for me to breathe through my mouth. “And here’s the reason I wanted to do this in the showers.”
I heard a squeaky sound, and then shock tore through me as cold water poured down on me.
“Gah!” I gasped, which instantly turned into a choking sound. I screwed my eyes shut, my heart started pounding, and I white-knuckled the armrests. Calm down! “Fuck!” I gulped for air but couldn’t make the switch to breathe through my nose.
“The combination of believing the washcloth is already drenched, and the water gushing down, will amp up the fear of taking in water,” Greer said. “The bottom will be confused enough to mix up the sensation of feeling water on their skin and breathing it in. That initial shock, and that initial gasp, will set off the worries we wanna exploit—and it’ll take place before water has actually seeped through the cloth.”
He removed the cloth completely, and I sucked in a couple ragged breaths.
“My answer to your question, Reese, is more water,” he summarized. “The wetter they feel on the rest of their bodies, the more they’ll talk themselves into feeling like they’re drowning.”
“You’re fucking evil,” Shay accused.
I coughed and cleared my throat. Okay, I felt better now.
“That can’t be right. My ma says I’m a sweetheart,” Greer retorted. “Waterboard him before he gets cocky.”
Colt was happy to oblige, and it marked a shift in our scene. I clutched my safeword ball tightly but without setting it off, and Greer and Colt made room for experimenting now that they’d covered the safety talk.
Over the next several minutes, it was about them having fun and Shay and me suffering and gasping for air.
The water was always cold.
In fact, it got colder each time Greer turned on the shower.
I coughed and spluttered as he removed the cloth, and I caught him fucking with the temperature once more. He was freaking testing me. He wanted to see how cold he could go to mess with me even more.
“Temperature play is part of attacking the senses,” was his smooth defense.
Unlike the lucky bottoms who got to participate in the next Game, Shay and I didn’t have anyone playing with our cocks. There’d be no orgasm for us at the end of the line.
“Close your eyes,” Greer ordered.
I obeyed and swallowed repeatedly, preparing myself for the next onslaught of water torture. At least I wasn’t thirsty.
He slapped the cloth over my mouth and nose, and he didn’t apply pressure until the icy water was cascading down.
Shivers upon shivers ripped through me, and I sucked in short breaths through my gnashed teeth. Drops of water trickled through, and I had to swallow again. Again and again and again, till he pinched my nose shut.
My eyes flashed open. My lungs burned for air. The cold water raining down on me suddenly felt like razor-sharp blades, and the cloth had to be soaked through. The steady trickle kickstarted a bolt of fear that I both craved and dreaded.
Oh my God.
He held me in place—or my head—and I couldn’t for the life of me get my hands to move. I was white-knuckling the armrest, and I felt restrained by the water itself. As if it played a part in keeping me utterly tense and motionless.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
Shay choked and spluttered next to me.
“Fucking stunning,” Reese murmured, lust evident in his voice. “Push him harder, Colt. He can take it.”
Greer stared down at me with a dark, sadistic look in his eyes, water droplets clinging to his wet hair.
It was almost as if he were conveying a thought to me. You can take it too, boy.
I tried to force a shallow breath and swallow the water at the same time, but I ended up coughing and gagging. Panic shot straight through me, and I felt like I was fucking drowning.
I squeezed the ball as tightly as I could, and then I heard the loud beep over the rush of water and heavy breaths in the air.
The cloth disappeared instantly, and the water was shut off.
I convulsed with each cough. Greer quickly eased me forward and told me to put my head between my knees. Thankfully, the panic disappeared as fast as the water did.
“Throw up if you need, baby. I’ve got you.”