Chapter 642

SCOTT

More muffled sounds, with accompanying thrashing. I opened the door again and the thrashing and noises stopped. I closed the door silently so she didn't hear the lock click. I went down to the ice machine. Without being able to see and in such a shameful and humiliating position, Marcia would lose track of the passage of time. Ten minutes could be a twenty or two minutes. Unless she actually tried to count the seconds, she wouldn't know how long she waited. She'd just know it was too long. I waited ten, letting her sweat.

I made noise when I opened the door, but didn't speak a word. "Sthott?" I think that was Scott, wanting to know who was in the room. I didn't speak. I closed the door. She shifted restlessly. "Sthott?" A little louder. I moved close to the bed. She was shivering. I put a hand over her breast, stroking it, then pinching one of her nipples. "Sthott?" Louder yet. I trailed a fingernail down from