My hand tightens even more around the glass. "No."
"Why are you being so fucking stubborn, Dove? Put it down!"
"No!" I grip it tighter, making him groan out loud as he approaches me. What pisses me off no end is the fact that he isn't even worried about his own well-being. Like he's convinced I'll never fucking hurt him. And the sad part is, he's fucking right. I can't bring myself to slash his veins with the shard. I can only hurt myself. But that'll work out just fine, since I seem to be the only person he cares about anymore. "One step closer and I'm cutting myself."
I touch the glass to my wrist, hands shaking as I wait for Nox's reaction. And I get one alright. His gaze darkens and he snatches my wrist with his fingers. I yelp, fingers flying open and the shard landing on the ground, blood oozing from my fresh cut.
"Crazy fucking girl," Nox mutters against the shell of my ear. "Don't you dare do that again."
I try to punch him, but he twists my good arm behind my back, making me cry out.
"Relax," he hisses. "I won't fucking break it. Just stop resisting for one fucking second so I can help you."
With those words, it's as if every last bit of the fight I had left in me leaks right out. I crumple to the ground and he kneels in front of me, checking my cut while I listlessly stare ahead.
"It's deep," he mutters. "It might need stitches."
I shake my head. "Don't make me go."
"What?" He knits his brows together. His features dance before my eyes as I try to focus and fail miserably. "Dove, I'm worried."
"I don't want to go," I whisper. "They'll take you away from me."
We're both quiet for a moment after that, allowing what I've said to sink in. He doesn't say another word, and allows me to sit on the floor while he gets a first-aid kit. I don't try to run. I think if I did, he wouldn't try to stop me. Not this time.
Nox cleans my cut with antiseptic and covers it up with a bandage. Once he's done, he gently wraps a blindfold on, leads me outside and leaves me waiting, still unchained, in the other room.
I know there's a carpet here because I feel it under my toes. There must be windows too, I feel the air coming in and the light warming my skin. I turn my face toward the sunlight, savoring it.
When Nox pulls the blindfold off my eyes, I don't expect him to have come true on his promise. Knowing him, something nice might have been a new toy to torture me with. But no. He's brought me into a beautiful, hotel-like room with an attached bathroom, with a real tub. And the room is filled with flowers. They're wilted. Nearly gone. I look at him with an unreadable expression on my face.
"What's this?"
"Your reward." He points to my ankle. "No more chain, either."
"Because I hurt myself?"
"Because you showed me and yourself what a good girl you are," he growls. "And I heard you like flowers. So, here's the deal."
"The deal?"
"Of course," Nox smirks. "You didn't think there wouldn't be a deal, right?"
I glare at him and he laughs at me before continuing.
"When the first plant sprouts a new leaf, I'll touch you again. Until then, you water them. You take care of yourself. Pamper yourself. Anything you want that I can bring here, I'll give to you. Food, drinks, treats. Anything, Dove."
"Why are you doing this?" I ask.
"Spoiling you?"
"Torturing me," I hiss.
"Because you fucking love it, and need it. Now listen carefully. I'm going to limit my time with you, because you need to learn how to take care of yourself. You'll have toys. You can play with yourself."
"As if," I scoff.
"But you should know there are cameras in this room," Nox goes on. "And I fully intend on watching the little show you're going to put on for me."
"Dream on."
"We'll see." He smirks. "As long as you know, anything you do in here, I'm sure as fuck going to watch. Every night, put a list of what you want under the door. Don't do anything stupid. And enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" I glare at him with pure, undiluted hatred. "How can I enjoy myself being a fucking captive?"
"You'd be surprised. Right, little bird, I'll leave you to it." He makes a move to leave but I tug on his sleeve, pulling him back. "What is it?"
"I'm going to go crazy by myself in here," I say. "Can't I see you at least?"
"No," he grunts. "I'll be too tempted, and I can't touch you for a while. Show me the plants every day. There's a phone in here, nothing works on it but the camera feed which transports to me so I can watch it. Show me how they're recovering. Show me yourself. Make me proud, little bird."
"Stay with me," I whisper, my heart pumping into overdrive as I realize how desperate I am. "You fix me."
He takes my shoulders in his hands and looks deep into my eyes. "I can't. This time, Dove, it's on you. I'm doing what I can to help. Now, I have to go. This is already too fucking hard and I hate goodbyes."
"Fine." I push him away, glaring at him. "Leave then. Like everyone else."
"It's not about me leaving," Nox hisses. "It's about you learning that you can survive my absence. Goodbye, Dove."
I run to the door but I'm too late. He's already slammed it shut.
Turning to face the half-dead plants in the room, I notice several cameras dotted throughout the beautiful suite. I flip them all off.
Chapter 26
Dove
I do have to admit, the new room is much nicer than the dump he put me in before. The first chance I get, I take a long, hot bath, filling the tub with stuff he left in the bathroom for me. The bath salts smell like roses, my favorite. I don't even want to know whether that's a coincidence.
After finishing up in the bath, I lather myself with lotion and leave my hair to dry in natural waves. I lie on the soft bed and appreciate every inch of my skin touching the pillows dressed in pure silk.
A piece of paper slides under my door, and I remember the list I'm supposed to write. There are so many things that come to mind I'm shocked – usually I'm not one for little treats like this.
I add a chocolate bar, a matcha latte, and one of my favorite books, Rebecca, to the list. After thinking about it for a moment, I add a toy too. If I'm going to be stuck in here by myself, I might as well make Nox's life a living hell.
I pass the note back and crawl back into the bed. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep. The silky sheets work their magic and for the first time in years, I sleep like a baby.
***
I have no idea what the time is when I wake up. My head is still full of the dream that took over my sleep, with Nox fucking me, torturing me until I was begging for an orgasm. With a groan, I roll over onto my belly. That's when I see it. There's a small wicker basket by the door.
Heart pounding with excitement, I pick myself up and rush to it. The basket has everything I asked for – an old, beaten up copy of Rebecca, a glass tumbler with a green concoction, and a chocolate bar. And right there, in the middle, there's a long, velvet bag.
I tear into the chocolate bar and dig my teeth in. Halfway through it, I realize this must be the first time in years I'm enjoying a snack without feeling guilty. But I can't even think about my eating habits right now – my attention is focused solely on the velvet bag in the basket.
Crumpling the wrapper, I toss it aside and lift the velvet bag out of the basket. Inside, there’s a toy. It's a massage wand, with a thick, rounded top, and no wire. I turn it on and it rumbles to life, making me flush.
I take it with me to the bed. The phone Nox mentioned is waiting on the bedside table and my heart pounds as I pick it up. Just like he said, nothing works but the cameras, which are already recording.
I shouldn't give in to his demands, but a part of me wants to make this as difficult for Nox as it is for me.
Before I go on, I strip my clothes off until I'm bare. I climb on the bed and get myself into position. My mouth is watering at the thought of Nox watching this, knowing what I'm doing for his pleasure alone
. I position the wand to my center. The rounded tip fits perfectly between my pussy lips, and the pressure on my swollen clit is already almost too much.
I offer the nearest camera full view of my drenched pussy. I turn the toy on, and it vibrates to life with low, rumbly sounds.
I close my eyes, trying to ignore the alarm bells going off in my head. The silence and being alone combined are doing things to me. I want him to watch me. I want him to fuck me.
Need uncurls in my belly, deep, dark and alarmingly fast. I rub myself with the toy, eliciting shaky moans. I want to say his name, beg him to fuck me, but I don't. Instead, I just get myself off with the toy, imagining him watching the feed wherever he is right now. The orgasms come fast, my legs and eyes fluttering as I allow the relief to wash over me.
"Fuck," I breathe, pushing the toy, bringing myself so impossibly close my eyes roll back from the effort not to come. I flick my clit with my free hand and moan again. Is he watching? Why isn't he here yet? Doesn't he want to fuck me?
I close my eyes and I come again, then again. I didn't even know I could push myself this hard, but my body is pent up, needy for a release. I could keep going for ever. In my mind, I make a stubborn promise to myself – to keep fucking myself until Nox loses his patience, barges in here and gives me what I'm so very fucking desperate for.
I keep going, never letting myself stop. One orgasm melts into another as I rub myself with the wand, teasing my cunt by pushing the vibrating tip inside myself every so often. I'm getting so fucking close I know it's going to happen eventually; I'm going to fucking soak this bed. I'm going to come so hard my pussy will squirt out all the frustration my stalker makes me feel.
And then it happens, almost without warning. I scream his name and then I'm gushing. A stream of it covers the silky sheets, and then I'm sitting in a puddle, crying, laughing, whispering his name like a mantra meant just for me.
I'm so far gone I barely notice the sounds of approaching footsteps until the door is unlocked. It flies open the next moment, slamming into the wall and bringing down some plaster. My eyes widen in shock as they connect with Nox's at the door.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarls at me.
He doesn't approach me. Doesn't make a move to stop or help me. It only pisses me off more. "What does it fucking look like? Giving myself the orgasms you've been keeping from me."
"Put the toy down."
"No," I hiss in response, pushing it against my center again and groaning in frustration.
"Fucking obey, little bird."
I don't. He takes several steps to reach me and rips the wand away from me, throwing it at the wall. It hits the surface with a thud, crashes to the floor and blinks a few times before dying.
"You can't take it away from me!" I howl.
"I can do anything I fucking want, Dove," he replies, getting up close and snarling in my face. "You're at my mercy now, and you're playing my goddamn game."
"Then make me come," I hiss. "Give me orgasms, fuck me, give me what I need!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not fucking ready."
"You don't know me," I accuse him. "You don't know when I'm ready. You don't know shit."
His hand wraps around my throat so fast I don't even get a chance to fight back. He grips me so hard there's no way for any air to get in, and I let out a gargled moan as he lifts me off the bed. He slams my back against the wall and I struggle pointlessly, feet kicking into air. Terror and fear wash over me. He's killed before. He could kill me right now.
"Don't... hurt... me..." I manage to get out.
"Why shouldn't I?" he growls. "You disobey orders. You try to get me to lose my patience. You fuck with my head. You fuck with my dick without ever wrapping your mouth or cunt or tight little ass around it."
"Then..." I sputter. "Fuck me. Please."
"No," he grunts before letting go of me. I crumple to the floor, choking, coughing for my next breath of air. "I'm not going to fuck you. I don't fuck brats."
I glare at him, heart hammering in my chest as I crawl to him. "I know you want to. Do you think I'm fucking blind, Nox? Don't you think I know how desperate you are to plunge your big fat cock inside my dripping pussy? Don't you think I know how much you want to cover me in your seed? You're so fucking obvious... Everyone knows you love me."
He flinches at that and my heart soars.
"You do, don't you?" I purr. "You love me..."
"Don't say that word," he grunts.
"Why?" I smirk, tugging on his leather belt. The way the buckle rattles excites me. "Because it's fucking true?"
"I don't love you."
"Liar," I hiss, opening his belt buckle. He doesn't stop me. I undo his zipper next. My hands have started to shake, and I feel my bottom lip wobbling as I pull down his jeans. He's wearing a pair of silky black boxers and his dick is hard underneath the fabric, painfully straining against it. "I'll suck it... Just tell me."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Really?" I smile, pulling his boxers down. I don't look at his cock right away, even though it nearly slaps my face when it comes out, it's so fucking big. "You don't want me to suck your huge fucking cock? You don't want that, Nox? My pretty mouth wrapped around your tip, sucking out everything you have to give me?"
"Fuck," he curses, running his hands through his hair and taking his eyes off me. "Stop, little bird."
I don't.
In fact, I disobey his order. I take a look at his cock and lick my lips at the sight. He's so fucking big, throbbing, the veins making his dick look angry, enraged. I want it on my tongue, in my mouth. I want him to come so deep down my throat I don't even get to swallow.
"Stop," he grunts, but I don't.
Instead, I wrap my mouth around his tip and start to suck like the greediest little whore. I play with him with the tip of my tongue, bringing us both closer. When his hips involuntarily thrust forward, I scoot closer, taking more of him in my mouth, licking him eagerly, with desperate need fueling me to keep going.
"Stop," he repeats.
"Never," I manage with his cock in my mouth. I can fucking feel him throbbing. My tongue slides along the longest vein on his dick, feeling the blood running into his cock. A sick desire to bite, to make him bleed, overtakes me. It fills my head. Punishing Nox. Hurting him like he hurt me.
But I can't.
I should, I want to, and yet I can't.
All I want is to keep going, keep sucking, keep stealing his orgasms until they all belong to me.
"Please," I whisper, my eyes going to his. "Feed me."
"Fucking hell," he grunts, closes his eyes, and then grips me by the hair. His eyes remain closed as he forces my mouth down on his dick, deeper, closer, until he's filled me completely. He keeps me that way, unable to breathe, smelling his scent, becoming his toy. "Right there, little bird, don't you dare fucking stop."
I choke on his length and sputter but he doesn't stop. Long ropes of saliva drip down my chest and I turn my eyes up to his to show him how much I love this. We're caught in this moment now, with no one to witness what we're doing, with no one to judge us. And I can finally be myself, give him everything, like I've always longed to do.
A silent tear drips down my face as he pushes his cock deeper, deeper still until he hits the back of my throat.
It's sick, fucked up and twisted.
And yet I can't help the orgasm racking through my body as I feel him get closer. His cock jerks in my mouth, ready to spill, ready to give me everything I've ever dreamt of.
But at the last moment, Nox pulls back.
He groans and I cry out at the loss of him, watching him walk backwards until his back hits the wall. He curses and grabs his cock just as it explodes, spraying the air and the floor with his seed.
We watch each other, our breaths labored as he pulls up his boxers and jeans and zips them back up.
"That was the first and last time you disobey me,"
he growls at me. "I have to punish you now."
"You're the one that came in here," I hiss. "You're the one who couldn't fucking resist me."
"I'm locking you in, Dove. You won't see me again."
"You said that the first time," I remind him sweetly.
It takes him three steps to reach me again and slap my face, hard. I'm so stunned I can barely react, just stare up at him with accusing eyes.
"This journey is about you, not me," Nox hisses. "I want to heal you. Make you better. Not empty my balls down your throat. Now you either fucking obey, or I'll make you stay in here even longer. Without me. Without anyone."
"N-No," I stutter.
"Then be a good little bird and don't tease me like that," he grunts. "I'm taking the toy. I'm taking it all until you learn some goddamn manners."
"No!" I cling to his legs. "Don't leave me, don't go!"
"How do you expect me to stay?" he growls. "How do you expect me to fix you?"
"I don't want to be fixed."
The gentleness with which he takes my chin in his hands shocks me, and I turn my eyes to his. "Please, Dove. Do it for me."
His fingers leave my skin before I can react. He doesn't even look at me again before slamming the door and locking it. I sit on the floor, naked, shivering and on the verge of tears.
My eyes roam to the puddle of his cum on the floor and I crawl to it on all fours. Shakily, I lower myself to the ground and dip my tongue into the clear liquid. Shivers go through my body. I lick it and close my eyes to pretend this isn't happening. That I'm not desperate enough to fucking lick my stalker's seed off the floor.
But deep down, I already know Nox has won already.
Chapter 27
Nox
I knew watching her in that room would be hell, but I never realized just how bad it would be.
She's been in there for three days and she's had her hand between her legs the whole time, even when she's fucking sleeping. I haven't taken my hand off my dick either. Jerking off while she sleeps in her luxurious cell, or while she makes herself come to annoy me.
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