Still his.“Stand,” he said.I straightened slowly.He let the silence return.Then, calmly, “Turn to the side. Gay sex “Get the soap again. This is the part that bothers you?”I kept going. Palms out.”I did as I was told.He walked a slow circle around me.“This is how you should be seen,” he said. My body felt red under his eyes—like every patch of skin remembered where he’d struck me. It was about doing it exactly the way he wanted.I worked the bar between my palms until the lather grew thick again, then began at the top. Then, without warning, he brought his hand to my back.I shivered.He worked slowly, methodically. “Get under them. My shoulders trembled slightly with the effort of holding the position. The lotion was cold. The gravity of him.There was something terrifying in how much I craved his attention—even now.Even here.Even in this cage.I didn’t understand it. This is the part that bothers you?”I kept going. And when he humiliated me, it cut through everything else I pretended to be. The lather clung to my skin, heavy and slippery. “You never know when I’ll want to use it.”I worked my fingers in and out obediently, slowly. Black metal bars. More pleasant to touch.”My throat tightened.“Which means you’ll be more pleasant to use.”He said it
