“I should want to be betrayed and deserted by my partner?” I demanded. “No, stop—don’t answer that. Let’s just go on.”
Before he could protest I fast forwarded the video, which was just a normal one of us sleeping, to the next night.
“Oh boy,” I muttered as I watched Salt bathing me in the big tub. “This has to go for sure.” I started to fast forward it but he said, “Wait.”
“What are we waiting for?” I demanded, frowning at him.
“I just…want to see it.” His deep voice held a note of wistfulness.
“What—you want to watch us being perverted together?” I said roughly, fast forwarding.
“How is this perverted?” he asked softly. “I am washing you, that is all.”
“Yeah and in a minute you’re going to be shaving me,” I pointed out, my cheeks getting pink. “Look—there.” I pointed to the screen where he was performing the extremely intimate service for me. It was hard to watch, hard to see myself being so naked and vulnerable and stupid, letting Salt into my heart as I let him touch my body. How much more cliché could I get? “And there,” I continued pointing at the screen again. “Where you kissed me in a very, uh, inappropriate place. How is that not perverted?”
“I should not have done that,” Salt acknowledged in a low voice. “But I wanted so badly to taste you.”
I felt my breath catch in my throat and I fumbled with the remote. I meant to fast forward the scene on double speed but instead my thumb hit the pause button. The screen froze just at the place where Salt was placing a soft, gentle kiss on my freshly shaved pussy.
“Crap!” I tried to unpause the scene on the TV but I was all thumbs.
“Here. Allow me.”
To my surprise, Salt got up and came to sit beside me on the small loveseat. He took the remote from me and pressed play, resuming the action.
Of course that meant that we had to watch him drying me off and taking me into the bedroom where he rubbed the cooling ointment onto my bare behind. Then I turned over for him and he started rubbing my pussy while I writhed shamelessly like a cat in heat under his touch.
“God!” I could feel my cheeks burning as I watched my own wanton display. Clearly this part of the video needed to be erased for sure. It looked like my partner and I had decided to make our own private sex tape. “I can’t believe I acted like that!” I muttered.
“I can,” Salt said in a low voice.
“Thanks a lot.” I glared at him, reaching for the remote.
“I am not making a comment on your virtue, Andi,” Salt said stiffly, keeping the remote just out of my reach with one long arm. “I am talking about the drug that was in your system, making you act as you did.”
“What?” I turned to him, uncomprehending. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Please,” he said. “It was in the punch.”
“Yes, I know—I drank a whole glassful of the stuff like a fucking idiot,” I snapped.
“You were tricked by Berkley—we both were,” Salt pointed out. “But lab reports showed that punch was drugged every night—not just during our last dinner. You were drinking it all the time, Andi. It was building up in your system, making you react to me in the way that you did.”
“Bullshit,” I said flatly. “I barely touched it those other nights.”
“You must have drunk more than you thought. Look,” he said and finally hit the fast forward button.
The scene jumped again, this time showing the medical wing. At first Berkley and the damn security guard were spanking my pussy as I writhed in my bonds. I felt Salt tense next to me and a low growl rose in his throat.
“I should have gotten there sooner,” he said in a tense, angry voice. “I should not have allowed them to hurt you.”
“You got there as soon as you could,” I said neutrally. “See?” As we watched, Salt burst into the room, dislocated the security guard’s arm and nearly choked him to death. Then he argued angrily with Berkley who handed him the thick, black plug.