I’m so damn turned on. I want to push off him and his psychotic dick, but the ache between my legs won’t let me. I need to be filled, and I don’t have anyone else’s warm dick, beside the man hanging from the ceiling. And I sure as fuck am not going there.
I turn my face toward the ground and grind my ass against him, inhaling at the moan that leaves his lips. I step forward, out from under him so he falls to the floor with a thud, a chuckle leaving my lips as I crawl away from him.
A sneer pulls at my lips as he turns his body so his face doesn’t hit the floor. I crawl over the floor to his side. I can’t give him more control over me, but I need this. I have to be filled with a warm cock. I don’t let myself think anymore. I reach for his pants and pull. Luckily, he’s wearing sweatpants, and they move out of the way easily with my quick fingers. He helps by lifting his hips, allowing his dick to pop out. Fuck, I’ve missed it. I go to lick at the pre-cum that beads at the top and stop myself. This isn’t for him. This is for me and my needs. I stand, taking my tank top off as quickly as I can. The air hits my tits, causing a moan to leave my lips. They’ve never been so sensitive, but I’ve been without anyone touching them for so long. Rax’s eyes latch onto me. The intensity in them causes my pussy to flood.
“You like what you see? These perky tits making you harder, Rax?” I goad him, pinching my nipples with my fingers and pulling. A bolt of electricity flies to my core, making a moan leave my lips. He nods but doesn’t say anything as I move my hands to the waist of my yoga pants and slowly slide them down. I may not want to bring him any extra pleasure, but teasing him turns me on. Once my pants are off, I straddle his thighs, trailing my fingers from my breasts to my pussy. He’s in full view of all of me, and I feel powerful. I can make him do whatever I want right now.
“Do you want it? Do you want me to sit on that fucking dick? Then fucking beg,” I snarl at him, anger flooding my body. His hands move to my ankles, brushing his thumbs against my skin.
“I want your pussy wrapped around my dick so badly. Let me fuck you, Lucy. I’ll make you feel so fucking good,” he whispers, and it’s almost the begging I want. But not quite. He hasn’t said please or even fucking sorry. My teeth grind at the thought. He hasn’t even said that he’s sorry for ruining my goddamn life.
I’m moving before I can think. I want to be filled, but his tongue will do just as well. My knees move beside his head, a smile stretching across my face.
“Shut the fuck up and lick my pussy,” I say, sitting down hard. I don’t give him a second to take a breath. But he keeps up. He pushes up, his mouth opening, tongue out, so he can taste all of me.Fuck, this is heaven.His tongue slides deep into my pussy, licking at my walls and causing a moan to leave my lips. I grind down on him as his hands move to latch onto my thighs. I don’t want him to have control, so I shove them off before grabbing the back of his head and holding him to me so he can’t even take one breath. I hold him there, swirling my hips around, and count to ten. I release him, and he shudders, catching his breath. I give him a second then press back down as his tongue slides to my clit, his lips locking around it as he sucks and flicks it. I’m so fucking close. I move my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes, yes, suck my clit. Oh, good boy. Yes…” I moan as my orgasm hits, electricity shooting through my whole body. I can’t hold my weight off him. His hands come back up as I writhe over him. He holds me up off his nose, but his tongue still laps at my juices.
“Where the fuck am I?” the words demand, but they don’t come from either of us.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
ONE MONTH LATER…
Rax taughtme how to knock that fucker out that day. The next, I learned where the right vein was to make someone bleed but not kill them too quickly. Luckily, the orgasm I had from his mouth held me off for a couple of days, so I didn’t give in when he rubbed blood on my lips and licked it off. I let him do that but nothing else. I won’t let him control this.
Over this past month, I have learned how to make someone bleed, how to put a tourniquet on a penis, and how to knock someone unconscious. We’ve also started working on self defense, so if someone grabs me from behind, I can flip them over and run away. Rax keeps telling me the best thing I can do is run. But I don’t want to run. I want to fucking kill.
I woke up this morning to him in my doorway, jerking off to my sleeping form again. Every goddamn day has started this way, but at least he cleans up his mess. I didn’t wait for him to clean it up today. I stepped over it and headed toward the bathroom.
“Don’t shower yet, the fucker downstairs needs to die. I’m sick of his fucking stench,” Rax growls at me. I nod at his words but don’t answer. Fine. I usually like to wash off the feeling of being his fucking porn, but not yet, I guess.
I quickly do my business, then head into the master bedroom. I take a look around. Not much has changed since that last morning I woke up here before the recital.
Stepping into the closet, I pull out another pair of yoga pants and a cropped tank top. My tits are filling out again since I have been eating the food Rax has provided me, unlike when I was trapped in my prison.
“Lucy, come on. I want to get this done with,” he shouts through the apartment. I want to be naughty and slow my steps, but I am so fucking over being a brat. I step out into the living room as I pull my brown hair into a high ponytail.
“Yes, Rax, let’s speed along the death of someone, how kind of you,” I snap at him.
He smirks at me and turns, leading me down to the warehouse. Mateo has been hanging from the ceiling for this whole month. It fucking reeks in here from his feces and piss. I wasn’t going to clean it up, but Rax has been cleaning out the layers of plastic that lay under him. Really, it’s just the excrement that’s left on his body that’s making the whole place smell like a sewage plant.
Rax pulls down a jack-knife from his wall of toys, smiling at the swirling design on the handle.
“I bought this for you. After today, I want you to have it on you at all times. I never want you to be without a weapon again,” Rax growls at me but softly, like the idea actually hurts him. I nod as he holds it out in front of him. I take it and weigh it in my hand. It’s a good size and will be easy to conceal, especially when it folds. I want to thank him, but I can’t push the words out. I shouldn’t thank him for anything. He’s the reason I shouldn’t be without a weapon. He did this to me. I remind myself of this before I give in to the emotions wanting to be how we were. So. I simply nod, acknowledging the gesture.
Rax looks at me, then back at Mateo. He nods his head toward him and smiles.
“Go ahead, Precious Girl. Can you do it?” he eggs me on like I can’t. I stare at Mateo and question myself for a second, but Angelo’s face flashes in my mind. Hell fucking yes, I can. I step up to him and press my pretty, new knife against Mateo’s carotid. Blood dribbles down quickly, but it’s not enough. Rax steps up behind me, holding my body closer to his but not moving to help me this time.
“Harder, Lucy. Make it gush all over us,” he goads me, his voice wrapped in a lustful haze. Oh fuck, this is turning him on. I press my ass against his dick, and a moan leaves my lips as I feel his hard length. I press harder, and Mateo’s blood does just as Rax wanted. The spray gets on my face, but I close my eyes and mouth so it doesn’t get inside my body. I’ll be fucked if I get any diseases from him. The aura around him is snuffed out as the last of his life leaves him, and I step back, my hand falling to my side. Fuck, it’s so wrong, but I feel so fucking powerful.
“Fuck, yes. That was so good. You did so well, Lucy.” Rax’s words slide over my body and turn me on further.
Holy shit, I didn’t think she actually had it in her to take a life that wasn’t in self defense. But she did, pressed the knife right into his fucking body and took his life.
Her knife is still clutched in her hand, and I move to take it, but she whips it away from me, cutting me on the fleshy part of my hand. I hiss at the sting. Lucy’s head turns at the sound, a wicked look lighting up her eyes.
“Did you like that, Lucy? Do you want to hurt me more?” I question with my lips trailing across her exposed skin. A shiver courses through her at my touch.