Chapter One Hundred and Nine

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I stare wide-eyed, feeling a distinct strain in my face as my eyelids stretch to their limit.

I can't breathe.

I can't blink.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

My head buzzes with adrenaline, and my heart does a million sprints as I try and fail to wrap my disintegrating brain around what I'm witnessing.

Good God...

This...this can't possibly be normal.

The box said these are supposed to be average-sized. Did I read that wrong? Did I make some sort of mistake? Does the actual sizing vary by brand like they do with some jeans? Like, do you go a size up?

I mean...what the fuck am I looking at?

I don't dare meet his eyes, and a renewed wave of panic hits me at the realization of just how big he is, and more importantly, that the condom won't fit.

It can't.

But it has to! the voice in my heads screams. My bladder agrees a thousand percent, bellowing even louder.

I absolutely cannot spend another minute holding it in.

Absolute desperation sets in, erasing even the tiniest inklings of any apprehension and timidity I feel. I have no idea what comes over me, but before I know it, I grip him hard over the condom, dragging the smooth rubber down his shaft a lot more firmly than before. All my reservations about touching him completely slip away, and my newfound boldness only grows as each second goes by, making me more desperate than the last.

The condom doesn't budge.

And all that does is make me panic some more.

I continue to pull it down more aggressively, gripping him harder as I go, feeling the indescribable sensation of his dick fill my palm.

I can't stop.

I don't want to.

I need—no, have—to make this thing fit or I can kiss my functioning bladder goodbye.

What I'm not prepared for, however, is an unexpected realization; I also want to feel more of him.

Much more.

I keep trying to stretch the condom over the bottom half of him, even when it's evident that there's nothing left to stretch.

And in a matter of seconds, my firm attempt to fit the condom over him quickly goes from yanking the condom over him to my palm sliding up and down his dick in short, jerking movements as I become more and more impatient and frustrated with my lack of success. Before I know it, I'm pretty much pumping the guy—albeit ungracefully—and I don't even realize that I'm doing it until a small, involuntary moan escapes my throat. I lick at my lips, my eyelids fluttering like I'm drifting into a drug-induced daze.

I move my hand a little faster, breathing through my mouth now as I feel my skin getting hotter and my pussy pulsing harder, echoing the incessant pounding in my chest. My nipples start throbbing again, protruding underneath my shirt as if they're reaching out to him, begging him to pinch them again.

I hear the slightest, barely-audible grunt from above me, the sound only within earshot because of our close proximity to each other. My heart jumps instantly, catapulting itself into my throat at the realization of what it is.

Pleasure.

I resist the urge to look up at him and confirm what I just heard, feeling his steely eyes bore all the way into my soul. But I don't stop.

He remains silent otherwise, towering above me and watching me watch his monumental dick pulse and throb against my palm.

It sounds absolutely ridiculous—you know, considering the fact that my hand is pretty much wrapped around the man's ding-a-ling and all—but that was the absolute last thing I was expecting. And hearing him respond to my touch in that way only propels me forward, spawning a multitude of welcomed sensations inside my pussy. My actions grow bolder. More aggressive. More certain. Instinctively, my hand starts to move faster, sliding up and down the full length of his cock in long strokes without my permission.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing or why. And I'm not sure I care right now.

It's crazy.

I'm crazy.

Absolutely. Crazy.

And...I kind of like it.

Good, he feels so good—

Abruptly, I feel his hand on mine. Before I can process what's happening, he yanks at my wrist, squeezing it hard and bending it slightly, completely ceasing my actions. His other hand grips my jaw, forcing my face up to meet his as his fingers dig painfully into my cheeks. His eyes are narrowed and icier than ever, his jaw tense and rigid. He looks unbelievably sinister, almost angry.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he says, his voice extremely low.

Dangerous.

Threatening.

There's only one word that can sum up how I feel right now.

Stupid.

Utterly. Stupid.

I'm speechless; my mouth goes dry and my lungs deflate. I just continue to stare up at him like an idiot.

"Uh...I-I...um, I..."

I can't find the words, stuttering and fumbling as I try to think of something to say but can come up with nothing but a bunch of incoherent nonsense.

God, I suck.

But it doesn't matter, because he's not actually waiting for an answer this time.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he demands, pressing his fingers into my cheeks some more as he leans in, lowering his face to mine. "Did I tell you to touch me? Hmm? Did I, at any point tonight, say I wanted a hand job from you?" he sneers, speaking harshly into my ear. His hand moves from my cheeks and slides to the back of my head in one swift motion. And he grips a fist full of my hair. Hard.

My scalp buzzes with pain, tingling with the trail of fire his fingers are inflicting on my poor hair follicles. He firmly tugs on my nape, raising my chin even higher, forcing me to stare right into those soul-eating eyes. All the muscles in my neck scream at me, straining and stretching themselves beyond their points of comfort as I have to crane my neck to look up at him from my seated position.

It certainly doesn't help that he's one tall son of a bitch.

He lets go of my hand, and I sigh audibly in relief, twisting my wrist from side to side to ease the soreness as I feel blood rushing through my veins. My relief is short-lived, because he immediately reaches for my thighs, gripping my knee and parting them roughly. I resist, trying to keep them clenched as I reach for his hand.

"No, don't!" I whimper, furiously trying to grab his hand while my heart spasms with a million beats a second. But he won't listen. He won't stop. And he maintains his vice like grip on my hair, locking my head in place and restricting my ability to move so I can't see anything but icy, invasive eyes as he impatiently moves my legs away from each other.

He runs his fingers over me aggressively.

Almost possessively.

He forces my legs apart, dipping his long, powerful fingers between my thighs over my jeans. And without any hesitation, he presses into my mound, pushing the pads of his fingers into the denim and my clothed flesh.

A surprised moan stutters out of me at the unexpected contact, and my eyes grow even wider with both fear and some strange sense of...of...

Need?

Even through the denim barrier, I can feel the certainty and strength in his fingers; sure and demanding and unapologetic, unafraid to take what they want.

And then he does something that completely throws me off.

He pinches my clit.

A loud, raspy scream immediately tears itself from my throat, and my hand blindly juts out at him, looking for something to clutch at. My brain turns to mush and my eyes roll back, and my hips lift off my seat involuntarily from the shock. Reflexively, I grab at his hand—the hand responsible for setting my entire fucking body on fire—as sharp, piercing sensations shoot through my clit and the rest of my overheated core. My short fingernails dig into his wrist as I vividly feel a small stream of my piss gush out of me without any resistance, wetting the crotch of my jeans and slowly spreading around the surrounding fabric, darkening its indigo hue.

I gasp loudly as my nether muscles continue to fail, unable to hold another stream back.

I...I can't believe he just made me pee myself.

His hand moves away from my clit, finally releasing it from between his thumb and forefinger. I wince as the piercing sensation quickly transitions into a dull throbbing, but groan in relief at the reduction in pressure on my super sensitive flesh.

Before I know it, he moves to unbutton my jeans. A wave of panic washes over me at the feel of his fingers tugging at my waistband. I try to push him away, slapping at his hand even as I grit my teeth against the pain of the metal handcuff digging into mine. But my efforts don't faze him. Not one bit. He pulls at my hair and glares at me in a way I didn't think was humanly possible, a scowl etched onto his beautiful face, silently warning me to stop resisting him. But of course, I don't.

Even so, he remains undeterred; his fingers move effortlessly, undoing my button and zipper in quick, swift motions, and without a smidgen of hesitation, he dips his hand beneath the band of my panties.

My hips lift themselves off my seat again, rising higher this time as I clutch desperately at his arm. My lips part from each other without my permission, forming a silent 'O' as I throw my head further back than it already is in spite of the painful grip he has on my hair.

He doesn't wait for me to adjust. His fingers waste no time, finding my clit again in an instant, circling and rubbing furiously at it. He doesn't ease into it; flicking, circling, and pushing down on my engorged, super-sensitive bud. His motions are swift and forceful, mirroring the intensity in his scary eyes.

A blast of electricity shoots through my entire body, spreading through my spine and limbs in a blaze of fire. My ears ring with the sound of rushing blood, echoing the rapid booming in my heart. I try desperately to keep my thighs clenched, feeling warm beads of sweat trickling down my temples from the strain and exertion I'm putting on my body to hold the rest of my pee in. And it's then that I realize what he's trying to do:

Make me pee by making me come.

Hard.

Really hard.

Oh, God...

Shoot. Me. Now.

He moves his fingers faster, rubbing against my now slippery clit and spawning a host of tingles inside my pussy.

"Ah, ah, ah!!! Doc-doctor F-Frost...p-please, I—ungh!!!"

Oh, fuck...

I want to come.

I want to pee.

But not at the same fucking time.

Not like this.

Needless to say, Frost obviously doesn't give two shits about what I do or don't want.

Abruptly, I feel his fingers plunge inside me, stretching the tense muscles of my pussy to accommodate their length as they sink deeper into my soaking core.

A raspy yelp immediately rips itself from my throat, echoing loudly in the room.

"Aaah...God!!!"

My hips move on their own, rising and falling in rapid succession, pumping against his fingers shamelessly. I lick at my lips as my eyes flutter behind my glasses, each breath morphing into a mesh of gasps and yelps. He grins, and unshed tears blur my vision as he continues to pump me, rubbing his long, assertive fingers against my sensitive flesh in short, quick strokes, rapidly sliding them up and down inside me.

And then, in an instant, it happens.

All the muscles in my lower body fail me, going completely lax and flaccid against my will. Before I can process what's happening, my bladder finally gives out on me, unwilling and unable to continue to bear the burden I've been putting on it. All the piss that I've been holding in for the last two hours comes rushing out of me, forcing its way out my body in one large, uncontrollable spray.

Ounces and ounces of hot liquid gush out of me in a forceful stream, soaking my entire lower body and everything around me—including Frost's hand.

Before I can even process what just happened, or form another thought, he takes his fingers out of me, removing his hand from inside my panties and brings it up to his face.

My breathing halts completely as my eyes land on them and my mouth goes unbelievably dry at the sight in front of me; a small, sticky transparent string of my cum hangs lewdly between his index and middle finger.

He pauses for a second, eyeing me intently, holding my gaze and silently demanding I don't look away.

And then, he casually brings both fingers to his lips, pushing them all the way into his mouth and grinning sinisterly around them as his deadly eyes turn me into a pile of ashes.

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