The glowing has become a welcome distraction for me from our barren environment. The physical manifestations within me that his gaze causes bring me comfort and warmth and I look forward to the closeness between us. Mekhi sometimes tells me that the creature within him becomes more frantic when he’s close to me. Like it needs to get out. He’s sure this is the solution to us breaking free. We just need to figure out how to use our combined power to break our bindings.
We’ve just finished breakfast, and we’re sitting on the floor having another one of our discussions, trying to learn as much as we can about our prison and each other.
“So, is it the same guard that delivers our meals every day?” I’m trying to gain as much information from him as possible given he has been held here so much longer.
“I think so,” He’s tracing circles in the dirty floor and seems distracted. He laughs a bit before continuing. “I call him Frank.” He looks me in the eyes and smiles, moving to sit next to me. “I don’t think he likes me very much.”
I love when Mekhi is this close. We remain so isolated in this room, and his presence makes me forget how alone we really are.
“Your hair feels so soft,” he tells me as he takes a few pieces in his fingers, rubbing them together. My cheeks burn as I feel a blush creep onto them.
“There’s nothing special about my hair, Mekhi. Or anything else about me for that matter.” I look down and pull my legs up to my chest.
“Who made you think you aren’t beautiful, Rowen?” He tilts my chin up so that I must look him in his glowing blue eyes. “Whoever he is, I want to kill him for hurting you.” The blue light intensifies, and I think I see something in his irises. Something alive that paces back and forth as if it’s desperate to escape. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. I’ve got to be going insane.
“Is he the one you dream of?” He slides his hand up and down the outer part of my thigh in an effort to comfort me but succeeding in so much more than that. “Is he the bastard that makes you cry?”
“I don’t want to talk about him, Mekhi.” I look him straight in the eyes this time. “I’m not sure who he even is. It could be a trick of my mind. A false memory, maybe. I just want to get out of here -- find out where I belong.
“You belong with me, Rowe,” he growls. His words catch me off guard. This is the first time he’s used my nickname. I’m not sure if that’s just a slip of the tongue or if he feels more comfortable with me since we’ve been together in this wretched place for a few days now. I look at him with so many questions in my eyes.
“What do you mean, Mekhi?” I don’t break his stare this time. I take the full weight of it head on. I let the feelings his eyes induce take over my soul. His hands begin roaming over my entire body.
“I’m not sure what I mean,” he whispers into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my neck and further south. “I just know we’re meant to be together,” His lips make contact with my skin, and I almost come undone. “The beast inside of me needs you, Rowe.” His tongue snakes up the outside of my ear, and my eyes close of their own accord.
“You don’t even know me, Mekhi,” I gasp, my desire making it hard for me to concentrate, let alone speak.
“I know you have eyes the color of the ocean.” He kisses me on the corner of my mouth. “I know you twirl your hair around your fingers when you’re deep in thought.” He kisses me on the other side. “I know your smile makes my blood boil, that it sends the beast within into a frenzy.” His mouth makes contact with the side of my neck, and he drags the tip of his tongue up and down my skin.
I grab the hair on the back of his head and pull him closer to me. It’s not nearly enough. I need his body against mine in any and every way. The overwhelming desire inside me is like nothing I’ve experienced before. Delicious tension grows in my body and demands a means to escape.
“Don’t stop, Mekhi,” My fingers continue to run through the hair on the back of his head, and I push him to my chest. “You feel so good, and something is happening. I can feel a power within me trying to come out,” I whimper as his mouth kisses a trail across the skin above my breasts.
I let go of his hair long enough to use my free hand to pull my shirt over my head, letting it hang from the chain. The power inside me intensifies, and I want to feel him everywhere. Something causes me to burn from the inside out. I don’t think I’ve felt anything close to this before. Maybe the fact that we’re restrained makes this encounter hotter, as if it’s forbidden. The fact we have only enough slack in our chains to touch each other in certain ways is the ultimate turn on. Perhaps it’s a combination of everything that’s happened, including us getting locked in this small room. Knowing that we could be caught in the act by our captors at any moment sends a slight thrill through me.
“There’s no stopping me, Rowe.” He reaches behind me with his free hand and unclasps my bra, letting it hang on the chain with my shirt. The cold air hits my nipples, instantly hardening them. I hear a growl escape his chest, one that doesn’t sound entirely human. He leans back for a moment, and the glow of his eyes reflects off of my skin. He looks hungry, feral, even. But I’m not scared at all. In fact, I welcome his animalistic reaction to me.
“Taste me, Mekhi,” I beg as I pull him down to my breasts. He doesn’t hesitate to listen to my demands. He takes a nipple between his lips, sucking hard and biting the tip as it slips out of his mouth. Now it’s my turn to growl. My core is throbbing, and the feeling of power emanating throughout my body pulsates and grows by the second. “More,” I cry out. “I need more.” I stand up, and Mekhi looks up at me, hungry and needy.
I unbutton my jeans and drag them down my legs, my chains getting tangled around my ankle as I go. I step out of the mess I’ve made of my restraints and get my pants free, kicking them aside. He mimics my actions and jumps up, pulling his shirt over his head first.
I look at the man standing in front of me, his jeans sitting low on his hips, the glorious “V” of his body calling to me. My hands need to touch him everywhere. His stomach, a perfect six pack, is smooth and glorious in the dim light. I can’t stop myself from walking up to him and grazing the hard planes of his skin. It feels like silk under my fingers and his muscles ripple as I explore.
He takes my hand in his and moves it up to the middle of his chest, dragging it down his body to stop at the button of his jeans. I look up into his eyes, asking permission to continue to undress him without speaking. He doesn’t let go of my hand as he uses his other to unbutton his pants himself, pulling down the zipper for easier access. He takes my hand and pushes our entwined fingers down into his boxers. The impressive size of his erection catches me off guard. We run our hands together, along the silkiness of his skin. I wrap both of our hands around his cock, and stare into his eyes as we move our hands together, up and down his length.
I need to see his reaction, need to see if he is as affected by me as I him. My breath catches at the unrestrained passion in his eyes. His eyes not only glow, but pulsate. A rumble sounds in his chest, much like the purr of a cat. Something is happening between us that can’t just be explained away as lust. My entire body hums. My skin feels on fire. The metal of the cuff heats up and feels like it’s burning my wrist. I look down to my shackled arm, and the metal is red.
“Mekhi, look.” I bring my hand up to show him what’s happening, and the redness of the metal is already starting to disappear and cool. “I don’t know what just happened.” I rotate my wrist around looking at the diameter of the handcuff, and it’s no longer glowing under the heat that was there moments ago.
“What’s going on, Rowe?” he looks at my restraints, confused.
“I have no idea.” I drop my arm, the moment between us, now lost. “I felt something happen in my body.” I try my best to try to explain what I felt. “An energy coursed through me while we were touching.” I search for a better way to explain what I experienced. “You looked animalistic.”
I draw my hand down
his bare chest, feeling the beginning of the energy start to manifest itself. “I saw something alive in your eyes, Mekhi.” The glow starts to illuminate as my stare intensifies, and I move closer to him.
The power inside each of us was feeding off the other, I think.” I kiss his chest above his heart. “Your beast inside and the power within me mixed and the strength of it all seemed to counter the magic in my bindings somehow.” I’m confused, unsure of what I’m even trying to explain. “I wanted to be free so badly.” I kiss his chest on the opposite side. “I wanted to be as close to you as possible, with no restraints,” I whisper as I stand on my tiptoes. I bring my mouth to his and speak against his lips. “I willed it to be so, and something inside me began to heat the metal, trying to destroy it.” I place the softest of kisses on his lips.
I feel him wrap his free arm around me, pulling us closer together. He takes my mouth with his, but not gentle or soft. His kiss is rough and needy. He seeks entry into my mouth and I grant access, wanting to taste all of him. Our tongues intermingle, and he growls deeply into my mouth. He nibbles my bottom lip, the growl intensifying, turning into a deep rumble in his chest.
I drag down his already unbuttoned pants, and he kicks out of them, pulling me down onto his lap. He reaches in between us with his free hand and rips my panties from my body. I feel the heat begin in my core and spread throughout me, and with it, the hum of something powerful right under my skin. We grind our bodies against each other, needing to release the desire that is building between the two of us. I wrap my arms around his neck, careful to keep our chains from getting tangled together.
“I need you, Mekhi.” I pull his head towards my mouth once again. “Now.”
“Take what you want, Rowe.” He looks down between our bodies and back up at me, granting me permission to give into my desires.
I reach down and angle the length of his erection towards my opening. Using my other arm, I pull myself up, holding onto his shoulder for leverage, and slide back down, taking all of him inside me. His size stretches me, but incredible and overwhelming pleasure soon replaces the initial pain. I pause and look into his eyes, not breaking contact with his gaze as I move up and down, grinding against his cock. I use my shackled hand to brace myself on his thigh and look down at the metal, hating the limitations it is causing. I want him to carry me over to his bed. To fuck me properly.
As we move together, I get lost in thoughts of what I wish we could do, and the metal on my wrist begins to heat again. This time, it’s in Mekhi’s line of vision, and the orange glow from the hot metal starts to burn his thigh where my hand rests.
“Fuck,” he curses as the hot metal catches him off guard. “How are you doing that, Rowe?”
He stops moving inside of me, and we both watch as the shackle turns from red hot, to orange, back to the black, cool metal. Tears of frustration build up and threaten to spill. I’m not a fan of the feeling of retaining no control over my body, and that, combined with our situation and everything happening to us, brings me to the brink of a meltdown. Suddenly, the tears I’m trying so hard to control come pouring down my face, and Mekhi slips out of me, pulling me back onto his lap. He strokes my head, whispering words of comfort.
“Shh, Rowe.” He pushes the hair out of my face that has mixed with my tears and leans down to kiss me on the cheek. “We will figure a way out this place.”
I get control over my emotions and sit up against his chest.
“But how, Mekhi?” I practically whimper into his chest. The anger and frustration I feel, combined with the powerful effect our intimacy has had on me, exhausts me, mentally and physically.
“I’m not sure, Rowe.” He kisses me again, reaching behind him and grabbing something from his bed. “Sleep now.” He covers me with his sheet and runs his fingers through my hair. I let him cradle me like a baby, and I drift off, hoping that my dreams will provide more answers, and we can figure out how to get out of here once and for all.
CHAPTER FIVE
I wake up half on the hard floor and half on top of Mekhi, still in a state of undress, and horribly embarrassed remembering the emotional breakdown I had mid-sexcapade the night before. I stretch as best I can, careful not to wake him while trying to prevent our chains from becoming tangled. The cold floor has me sore and stiff, making my attempt at standing difficult. After making it vertical, I search for my clothes, remembering my underwear are unsalvageable. My jeans are strewn across the bed, and I grab them, slipping them on. My shirt and bra hang from my chain, and I thread them back up, managing the difficult task of getting them back over my head and around my arms.
Mekhi begins to stir, and I sit on my bed, waiting for him to wake up. Breakfast passes through the metal opening in the door, and I jump up, trying to catch a glimpse of the people who have us locked in this room. I run as far as the shackles will allow, and as the slack disappears, I’m jerked back and fall to the floor.
“Who are you?” I yell into the air. “What do you want with us?” My screams echo around the cell and down the hall as I demand answers, repeating the same questions over and again. I continue long after the guard retreats back down the hallway. After I shout until my throat is raw, I pull myself off the floor and trudge over to my bed, plopping down in defeat. Mekhi clears his throat to get my attention. He remained quiet during my entire tantrum, allowing me to vent and release my built-up frustration.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, looking down in embarrassment. “I just can’t take this much longer.” My hair came loose in the midst of my outburst and falls in my eyes, driving me crazy. I brush it back and over one shoulder, trying to keep my hands busy to ease the frustration settling under my skin.
“Why won’t they tell us what they want?” My eyes focus on the cell door as I continue. “All they do is deliver us food, day in and day out.” I throw my hands up in anger. “No one ever speaks. No one ever tells us why we’re here or what the hell they want.” I lean back on the bed and yell towards the ceiling. “It’s fucking ridiculous!”
Mekhi crawls over to me, wrapping his hand around my ankle, and places a kiss on my knee. He’s still naked and I look at him through the hair that’s fallen back into my face. The sight of him in all his glory does a lot to distract me and ease my tension.
“We will find a solution, Rowe.” He massages my calf as he tries to calm me down from my hysterics. “I couldn’t sleep last night so I started to brainstorm ways for us to escape.” He stands and searches for his jeans, and I make a gesture towards the bed. He grabs his pants off the mattress and puts them on as he continues to explain his thoughts. He faces the same struggle I did threading his t-shirt down the chain but manages to wrangle it back on his body. “You have a power inside of you, Rowe, that’s an absolute certainty.”
Now fully dressed, he sits down next to me on my bed, taking my hand in his. “Something inside of you heated those shackles last night.” He rubs my wrist around the handcuff that binds me. “We need to figure out how to harness that power and use it to weaken and break the metal. If we can get you free, we can see if the same power can be used to break my bindings, and together we can try to overpower the guard who delivers our food.” He drops his head, dangling his clasped hands between his legs. “I know it’s a long shot, but we’ve got to try something.”
“I don’t even know how I did it, Mekhi.” I lean back on the bed, frustrated. “It just happened. I mean, I wanted the bindings off of me and wished for it to happen, but I have no idea how that created the power that heated the metal.”
“Well, I had an idea about that too.” Mekhi slides off the bed and down to the floor, kneeling between my legs. I look down and see his hungry, heated gaze staring back at me.
“Oh, you do, do you?” I tease with a raised brow and playful smirk. I don't really care what his theory may be, as long as it involves him looking at me like he intends to devour me.
He reaches up and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down my legs.
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�Hey, I just got dressed.” I feign annoyance at his act of removing my clothes.
“I can’t test my hypothesis unless we get you naked, Rowe.”
He looks up at me questioningly, his eyes pulsating just as they were last night. My core throbs in time with the rhythm of his eyes.
“In order for this to work, I need you to close your eyes and just feel everything I’m about to do to you.”
This experiment has taken an entirely different turn than I first expected, and I shut my eyes, my body tingles with anticipation.
“Focus on the way I make you feel.” His tongue starts at my ankle and makes a trail up the inside of my calf. The deep purr begins to emanate from him, softly at first, but louder as he makes his way up my legs. I can feel the vibrations he’s producing, and they move through my body. My nipples stiffen at the sensation and goosebumps appear in the wake of the path of his tongue and mouth.
“Do you feel me, Rowe,” he growls, and his mouth makes its way closer to my core. “Are you wet for me, love?”
“God, yes,” I answer as I take his hair in my hands, pulling him closer to where I need him.
“Not yet, Rowe.” He hovers just over my core, his hot breath torturing me, making me want to beg for release. “I’m going to give you what you want in a minute, but I need you to be a good girl for me.” He flicks his tongue against my clit, just once. Just enough for me to get a preview of the feelings he’s ready to unleash in me.
“Please, Mekhi.” I try to draw him closer again, desperate to feel his mouth on me.
“I’m going to give you what you need now, Rowe, but listen.” He closes his mouth over my clit, the purr vibrating just enough to tease me with what I want, but leaving me unsatisfied and needing more.
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