I grab my wallet out of my back pocket and pull out the condom. I don’t want to use one, but I knowhewould. I’m not sure if she’ll feel the difference, but I want to make sure she doesn’t question it. I’ve never fucked her with my cock, and she’s never seen it. So she has no idea that it’s pierced, and by the looks of the empty wine bottles, I’m not even sure she’ll remember this night.
Ripping open the package, I remove my knife from my other pocket and poke a hole in the end. I might be using one, but I sure as fuck want my cum leaking out of her pussy afterward. She may not know it’s mine, but I will.
Taking my dick in my hand, I slowly push into her waiting cunt. I bite my lip to keep from making any sound once again as she sucks me in like I belong there.
Goddamn.It’s been too long since I’ve been inside a woman. So tight and warm. My breath catches, and my eyes fall closed. She’s what I imagine heaven is like. If I thought it existed. Men like me only know hell. Kill, take, bleed. It’s a system branded into our brains.
I shove my hips forward, making the bed rattle, and I watch her tied hands fist, her black-painted nails digging into her palms. I pull out and slam forward again, forcing her tight cunt to take my dick. Unintelligible noises come from her taped lips.
My fingers dig into both of her hips, and I pin her down while I fuck her as if she was left here for me to find and use while watching my cock move in and out, covered in her wetness.
Letting go of her hips, I slap her across the face, and her pussy clenches down on me. My little demon likes that. I do it again, and she arches her back, sucking in a deep breath while her pussy pulses around my dick.
Leaning forward, I wrap my hands around her throat, cutting off her air, and fuck her into the mattress like I’ll never get this chance again, when I know I will. No matter what, she belongs to me now—always has—and she’s about to find out too.
My eyes scan her face, what little I can see of it anyway. My lips are so close, I pucker them and kiss her taped lips. Pulling back to just look at her, I spit on her face. She can’t feel it, but she heard it, making her buck her hips, my cock still deep inside her. I watch it run down the clear tape, and I reach out and lick it off.
The sound of my heavy breathing fills the room while she fights me. I can’t wait for her to watch me fuck her. To see her cry for me while I’m inside her. It’ll be fucking perfect.
Her pussy clenches while she arches her back. Letting go of her neck, she breathes heavily through her nose. My eyes drop to her cunt and watch my cock slide in and out, now covered in her cum.
That’s my little demon.That’s what I’ve been waiting for all these years. Pulling out, I run my hand up and down my shaft, then slap her face again. Her body arches. I reach up and grab a handful of her hair at the crown of her head, careful not to pull the blindfold off, and lift her head from the bed and fuck her.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I come with a groan. Goddamn. Placing my hands on either side of her chest, I feel my cock pulsing while buried deep inside her. I’m light-headed. The room spins like I’ve been the one drinking.
Three years is a long time, especially when you’ve spent the last two teasing yourself.
I pull out, and her body relaxes into the bed, totally spent while she remains shaking. Getting up, I remove the condom and grab my backpack. I pull out what I need and go back over to the bed. Grabbing the edge of the tape, I rip it off her lips. Then I reach into her mouth and remove her thong, shoving it into my jeans pocket.
She licks her lips, raising her hips off the mattress.
Kneeling next to her, I slide my hand underneath her head and lift it off the bed as much as I can with her arms tied down. Then I place the tip of the small tube at the edge of her lips. She opens up for me, thinking I’m giving her water.
Tilting it up, I watch the liquid slide into her mouth. She coughs, some flying out and onto her chest, but she doesn’t need it all since she’s been drinking tonight.
Laying her head back down, I place the now empty vial in my backpack and remove my hoodie that I had shoved in there, knowing I’d need it.
I wait a few minutes and then untie her legs. She pulls them up, bending her knees, and they fall to the side. Going to the head of the bed, I untie the rope from the two corners but not from her wrists. Rolling her over onto her stomach, I pull her hands behind her back, tying the two ropes together to secure her arms behind her. Then I take the hoodie I brought and shove it over her head to cover her nakedness.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see the text.
Done.
I smile, then bend over and pick her up in my arms, carrying her from his house. I’m officially allowed to have whoever I want now, and I want her. She’s mine, and no one touches what’s mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ELLINGTON
I STAND IN the middle of the dimly lit room facing the door. The only way out. I feel them at my back. My body vibrates like electric currents are running through my veins.
Laughter fills the room, making me shiver, but I don’t run. No. That would be stupid. They’ll find me. It’ll be better for me to stay where I am. Take what they give me, and then they’ll leave.
I’m their toy. And tonight, they want to play.
“Gasoline” by Halsey shakes the walls that hold me captive with the monsters. The partygoers on the other side of the door have no clue that we’re in here.
Something slips over my eyes from behind, and my breathing hitches.