5
Jessa
My skin is still tingling all over,goosebumps are scattered across my flesh. I can’t believe what just happened, what I let them do to me. I don’t think I really had a choice in the matter, but the truth is I wanted it, wanted their touch as much as I wanted to touch them back. I know it doesn’t make sense. I should be disgusted by it, shying away from it instead of leaning into it. But I can’t help myself, for whatever reason I want to reach out and touch them. It’s the curiosity of it all, I think.
“Are you guys done?” a deep voice breaks through the silence. My eyes snap to the door where Declan’s huge body is filling up the doorframe. My cheeks are flaming hot as his gaze flicks over my body. I imagine what this looks like, me sprawled out on the bed naked with cum all over me.
“Yup, just got done, sorry you missed it,” Trey tells him, but doesn’t seem even a little apologetic. “Maybe next time you can join in.”
Next time.
“I found a room downstairs that will be perfect to keep her in,” he says like I’m an animal that needs to be kept in a cage. “I need you to install some cameras in there, it’s on the third floor, last door on the right.”
Trey and Wes both climb off the bed and start getting dressed, while I just continue lying on the bed waiting for them to acknowledge me in any way. Declan steps up to the bed while his brothers leave the room and suddenly the fear I’ve been suppressing returns tenfold. Panic rushes through me, every cell in my body telling me to run. I’m naked and alone with this huge guy…a guy who wants to kill me. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life.
Declan eyes me so intensely that I am literally terrified to move even a muscle.
“Your whole body is shaking,” he says, but not in a concerned way like most people would. No, he is simply stating a fact.
“Let’s go,” he suddenly orders and my shaking intensifies. Gowhere? Go back to the torture room or just somewhere he can kill me like he’s been lying in wait to do this whole time.
“Are you suddenly deaf? Come on, let’s take a shower.”
A shower? Just a shower?
He folds his arms over his chest and glares at me impatiently. I have the feeling that if I don’t move soon, he is going to take me to the torture room instead. So against my better judgment, I roll myself off the bed, careful not to get the sticky, white substance on the sheet or the pillows. I don’t want to give them another reason to hurt me.
Following him into the bathroom, I watch him undress after turning the shower on. Maybe I should look away, then again, I’m completely naked and he doesn’t seem to have a problem looking at me. Why should I give him any type of modesty?
It’s not until he gets to his underwear that I realize his huge cock is very hard and very much pointing at me. I didn’t think he would want me like this, he hasn’t looked at me like his brothers do and usually he just talks about killing me. Actually now that I think about it, he hasn’t made even one advance toward me. I’m pretty sure he would rather watch me bleed out then screw me.
“Get in.” He lifts his chin toward the shower, and I follow his command without hesitation this time. He lets me stand under the water first, and even squirts some soap onto a washcloth and hands it to me. Such a gentleman. Not. I wash my body thoroughly, making sure my skin is smooth and cum free. When I’m done, we switch positions, which leaves me standing awkwardly in the corner of the shower watching him as he washes himself.
I take note of the fact that I’m no longer shivering, the warm water finally warming me up. I don’t know if it’s because I’m witnessing him do such a mundane thing as shower or if it’s because he is naked, but suddenly my fear for him lessens. Until now, all I’ve seen him as, is this big scary wall of muscle who doesn’t show any emotion. Seeing him do these normal things makes him look more human. Having this newfound knowledge that he is, in fact, a human, gives me the courage to start asking him some questions.
“Why do you want to kill me so badly?”
“You’re a liability,” he answers without a thought. “And a distraction.”
“Why can’t you just let me go?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions. Actually, don’t ask any questions at all. Just keep your mouth shut.” Knowing I should listen but that I won’t, I ask another question.
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“If you don’t stop asking questions, I will make you stop by shoving my dick down your throat.” His voice booms through the shower stall, vibrating off the walls and into my bones. My pussy clenches at the thought of his huge dick in my mouth and when I look up to meet his gaze, for the first time I see a flicker of emotion, one single emotion lingers there…excitement.
I press my lips together to keep me from talking and a small smirk tugs on his lip. The excitement I saw in his eyes a second ago fades away and for some stupid reason, I don’t like that. I want to keep seeing it. I want to have some kind of connection with him. For one, it might be the only way he’ll let me live. And two, even if he kills me, at least I’ll experience this with someone before I die. I never had any kind of connection with a man before, not physically or emotionally. My father wouldn’t allow either, and right now, I just want this. I just want him.
Gulping down my nervousness, I sink down to my knees in front of him. His eyes go wide as he raises his eyebrows in question. I look up at him, licking my lips as he turns his head sideways like he is studying me.
Raising my hand slowly, I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. Just like the rest of him, it’s huge. I start stroking him just as Trey showed me how to do. Three strokes in and Declan grunts approvingly. That grunt though nothing like Trey’s pleased smile, or Wes’s lust-filled gaze is something I want to hear again.
Bringing my head closer to his throbbing cock I suck the smooth tip into my mouth. My movements are hesitant because I’m not sure how to do this, but I know I must be doing something right since Declan is moaning every time I swirl my tongue over the slit at the head of his cock.
For a moment I close my eyes and just let myself feel, the warm water caressing my skin, the base of his long shaft in my hand and the silky tip in my mouth. Even though I’m the one on my knees, for now, I feel like I hold all the power. Right now he is at my mercy and when I open my eyes again and look up, I think he knows it too.
His eyes soften and without warning he reaches for me lifting his hand to my face, cradling it gently. He runs his thumb back and forth over my cheek as if he’s trying to soothe some type of ache that he knows resides deep inside of me. I’m so thrown off by his touch. Utterly confused and yet panting with need. This man is a walking contradiction. One minute he tells me he wants me dead, and the next his fingers softly trace the outlines of my face.