Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“You might want to tighten the—” Master cleared his throat. “You must relax, Cam.”
That wasn’t useful advice! I couldn’t help but breathe a little quicker, almost in tune with the increasing echoes.
How much blood had I lost? The kind of vial they used at the hospital was a safe amount. How many drops were in a milliliter? How many milliliters in an ounce? What the fuck did I know about milliliters?!
God.
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
Then I felt a warm hand sliding up my thigh, not stopping until it covered my cock over my underwear. Hnngh. I knew my Master’s touch. He caressed me sensually, unhurriedly, and made my mind swim.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
Someone flicked the damn needle—once, twice, three times.
As a big part of me suddenly felt warmer, my arm felt colder. My skin felt tight.
Master shifted his hand under my briefs and stroked me slowly.
I exhaled.
Then I went rigid when I felt a trickle of something warm running down my arm. Panic gripped the edges of my senses, and I fucking swore I could smell copper in the air.
How far would they go?
“How m-much time is left?” I stammered.
Oh my God, I started feeling dizzy. Nobody responded to me, and Master stroked me a little harder and faster.
One vial? Two? Two million drops? Fifty?
Another warm trickle. Another whispered curse.
I groaned and didn’t fucking know what to do. My head was completely fucked. Horny, worried, I trusted Master, I was scared, rock hard, impatient, frustrated—Jesus Christ, I was losing my grip.
Someone covered my hand with his own, and the touch was so warm that I jumped a little. Holy shit, my fingers were ice-cold.
“How much time?” I demanded in a croak.
“Cut it,” Master said, removing his hand from my cock. “He’s lost enough.”
Oh my God.
One of the Tenleys freaking yanked out the needle, and immediately, I felt a gush of warmth pouring down my cold arm. Suddenly, there was a lot of hustle and bustle. It sounded almost like bricks were being dropped directly onto the tiled floor. Then something soft was pressed against my wound, maybe cotton, followed by a strip of tape.
I realized I was panting. Shit. I had to slow down.
“Wipe that up.”
“He’s gonna need energy. Get a glass of OJ and a chocolate bar from the cooler.”
“Are you serious?” I cried out.
“I’ll help you up, darling.” Master’s comforting voice was like a warm blanket I wanted to hide underneath. He helped me to a seated position and removed the blindfold, and I sniffled and blinked at the harsh lighting.
A flash of red caught in my periphery, and I snapped my unsteady gaze to a heap of red-stained towels on the floor. Other than that, I only saw a cooler and two hard-cases.
“How are you feelin’?” Reese asked.
I coughed and accepted a chocolate bar from River. Next, he poured me a glass of OJ.
“Dizzy, I think.” Definitely not horny!
Master touched my cheek. “Time to make your guess. How many drops of blood did you lose?”
My gosh, obviously less than I felt I’d lost, but… I licked my lips, suddenly parched. The second I received the orange juice, I guzzled it down.
My arm was a little numb.
The frustrating part was that I wasn’t going to find out the score now. They were keeping some stations’ point systems secret for a later reveal, which they often did.
“I don’t know,” I admitted weakly. “Fifty drops?”
“Is that your final answer?” Reese asked.
Well…yeah! “Yes.”
He smiled a little and opened his hand to reveal one of those hospital vials.
And I couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing.
“Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, my voice echoing.
“The right answer would be anything between two to five drops,” he answered.
“But I felt it!” I stared in fucking disbelief at the tiny container.
Master was amused. “You felt warm water and syrup.”
Get. The fuck. Out.
“My arm is cold!”
River smirked and shrugged. “We held ice packs close to your skin.”
Reese dug out a goddamn hand warmer from the back pocket of his jeans. “Your hand wasn’t cold, sweetheart. I was just warm.”
I clenched my jaw. Damn Sadists!
SUNDAY
KC | Noa | Cam | Lucian
KC Hayles
A little past midnight, I replaced my chair with my braces and my cane so I could move around better for the last two stations. I’d prepared all damn day to be able to do this standing.
“I’m mad, Daddy,” Noa croaked as we reached the next room.
“Because you lost spectacularly at the waterboarding?” I asked casually.
That did it. Fire sparked in his eyes, so easily goaded, and he glared up at me. “I wanna see you try to do some dumb smell-test while you’re being drowned! Also?! Also, the entire house smells like paint and sawdust!”
I smiled and patted his damp hair. Greer had certainly done a number on him. “It worked for Cam. He only needed seven tries to get five points.”