Bait

by Jade West

  She’s wearing a simple white cami and knickers.

  She looks fucking delicious.

  She’s jumpy, even through her sleepy disorientation. Her eyes widen as she steps forward enough to see the smashed glass in the sink.

  I wait. Hold my breath.

  She moves the other items on the drainer back from the edge, even though they don’t stand a chance of falling.

  She curses under her breath as she wraps the bulk of the broken shards in one of those crappy free ad papers. She’s yawning even as she tackles the rest and turns on the tap to swill the remnants down the drain.

  My sweet little black swan doesn’t even suspect I’m waiting. Lurking.

  My demons take control, every muscle poised for action.

  And then I make my move.

  She jumps clear in the air as I step out into the light. There’s no recognition in her eyes as they fly wide. She spins on her heel in a flash, letting out the kind of scream that comes from pure instinct and nothing else. I take her breath when I snake my arm around her ribs and pull tight. My hand is brutal as all fuck as it clasps over her open mouth.

  And today she struggles.

  Today she’s a flapping bird in the mouth of a cat. Her heels lash at my shins. Her nails dig into my arms even through the denim of my jacket.

  She thrashes against me hard enough that I question if she’s done with this game for real.

  And then I speak.

  It’s my voice that cuts through her panic enough that she stills in a beat.

  “I’ll hurt you if you fight me,” I whisper. “If you’re a good girl, I may even let you enjoy this.”

  Her breaths even out just a little. Her head presses back against my shoulder. Her feet hitch against my shins as I carry her through to her bedroom.

  When I drop her it’s with some force, straight onto her bed. I open the curtains to the road outside, just for the glow of the streetlights. She looks beautiful in the orange glare.

  Scared. Wanting.

  She flips onto her back and scurries back toward the headboard.

  Her nipples are hard through her cami top. Her eyes are wide.

  Fuck, how I need this.

  How I need her.

  “What the–” she begins, but I bark at her to shut her fucking mouth.

  She squeaks as I lunge for her, swiping out at me with dainty fingers as I stalk up the bed.

  They land surprisingly hard on my cheek.

  Land again before I can pin her.

  When I do she squirms and bucks underneath me, hissing as her thighs open wide.

  I’m waiting for a yes or a no, or even a don’t hurt me.

  I’m waiting for her to play this fucking game like she really believes in it.

  I’m waiting to give her the monster she claims she wants, and this time take it all the way.

  But when she opens her mouth I get none of it. None of the playacting and none of the fear, either.

  “You’re an asshole,” she hisses as I pin her wrists above her head.

  My eyes widen on hers, and hers are angry.

  “What the–” I begin, but it’s her who cuts me off this time.

  I’m not prepared for the way she fights to be out from under me. I take her struggle easily, holding her down with nothing more than a hiss of breath in exertion. My eyes are fierce on hers, even through the shock.

  And then, just as though I didn’t hear her well enough the first time, she speaks again.

  “You’re an absolute motherfucking asshole, Leo.”

  Twenty-Five

  To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, but life without meaning is the torture of restlessness and vague desire. It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

  Edgar Lee Masters

  Abigail

  Relief and lust and anger. A whirlwind of emotion that lashes out at him just as soon as it rises in me.

  He pins me without even flinching, his weight crushing me to the bed so hard I can’t move an inch.

  His voice is low and dangerous. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I called you,” I tell him, like he doesn’t know already. “I’ve been waiting weeks to hear even a fucking peep from you.”

  “And you’re hearing it now.” His breath is hot against my mouth. My soul screams to feel his lips on mine, but I’m too scared to taste him. “You wanted a monster in the darkness. You wanted a stranger. You wanted this.”

  But I want so much more…

  I’m so painfully aware of how much more.

  My tummy flutters as he continues. “You thought I was gonna rock up here with bunch of flowers and knock on the door? You thought I was gonna call with advance warning so I could find you ready for me? That’s not how this game works.”

  I stare right into his eyes. I want to hate this, how I feel about him, but I can’t.

  I don’t know how I fell so deep so quickly. I don’t know why I’m so afraid of losing something I should never have even wanted in the first place.

  “I didn’t think you were coming back,” I whisper.

  “I was always coming back.”

  I keep on rolling. “I thought something could’ve happened to you.”

  “I left enough time to make the hunt feel fucking real, Abigail, that’s what happened to me.”

  And it did feel real when he slammed me in my kitchen. My fear was all real.

  It still is.

  I feel nervous under him. Unsteady.

  “Don’t disappear like that again. Not unless you mean it.”

  “Point taken,” he says. “Are you done with fighting? Or do I have to tie you to the fucking bedposts?”

  His hips grind against mine and my thighs loll wide. My body is his.

  I suspect my soul might be too.

  “That’s more like it,” he whispers as I uncoil underneath him.

  I can feel how hard he is for this. His cock is tight against me through his jeans.

  I want him too much to fight. Too much to hate the hold he has over me.

  “Be my monster,” I breathe as he hitches hard against my pussy. “I want it all…”

  “That’s just as fucking well,” he says. I groan as he thrusts between my legs, denim rough against my bare thighs. “Since you’re gonna fucking get it all.”

  He rises enough to wrestle my cami off over my head. My tits feel so bare under the glow from outside. They rise and fall with my breath as he watches.

  He takes one in his hand. “Bad girls have to earn their fucking pleasure, Abigail. They take what they’re fucking given. This is something you’ll have to learn the hard way.”

  I hold in a groan as he squeezes tight. His fingers are brutal on tender skin, my eyes closed as he crushes my flesh.

  I whimper. Squirm.

  He squeezes tighter.

  “Scare me,” I whisper. “Scare me enough to think I don’t want this.”

  His eyes are so dark. “You’ll be scared, don’t fucking worry.”

  I’m not prepared for his mouth to clamp around my nipple. I’m not ready for the pain as his teeth grip hard. His jaw is scratchy against my ribs, and I love it.

  I fucking love it.

  I moan as he pulls away, my teeth gritting as my nipple stretches. I love the way it burns as he lets go.

  “They’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts. “It’s such a shame I need to punish them.”

  He sucks so hard on the other nipple I can’t keep still.

  I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him tight. My feet hook around his legs and grip him close.

  I watch his mouth in fascination as his tongue circles the bruise he just put on me. I’m in love with the shape of his mouth. The heat of his breath. The way his scalp feels under my fingers.

  With him

  With a stranger.

  A monster.

  A man who could be anyone. Have done anything.

  I’ve never had love bites on my tits be
fore. I’ve never felt the beautiful pain of a cruel mouth on tender flesh.

  I’ve never been so afraid of someone’s mouth moving down my body.

  Never gasped so loudly at having my knickers tugged down my thighs.

  “I’ve been aching to taste your pretty fucking cunt for weeks,” he tells me, and I believe him.

  I prop myself on my elbows so I can watch his inked fingers spread me open. He runs his tongue along my parted slit. His dark eyes are beautiful as he stares up at me.

  I feel like a dirty whore as I roll my sore nipples between my fingers. I’m already too far gone for self-restraint as I roll my hips back for more.

  “Suck me,” I whimper. “Please. Suck my clit.”

  He hooks two fingers inside me.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please.” My voice sounds pathetic. Desperate. “Please suck my clit. Please.”

  His eyes flash with something truly terrifying as he pushes a third finger inside me. “Use my fucking name,” he growls.

  Oh fuck.

  I guess we’re done at playing strangers after all.

  I burn up at the memory of grunting his name into my pillow at night. I’m so fucking embarrassed as I summon the words.

  “Please, Leo. Please, suck my clit. Please suck me.”

  His breath is torture. His fingers rough. “More. Louder.”

  My voice sounds so loud in the room. “Leo, please. Please suck my clit. Please.”

  “Louder. I want them to fucking hear you outside. I want them to hear you scream my fucking name.”

  Fuck.

  I daren’t even think of the outside. I daren’t think of the view from the side street and the apartments opposite. I assure myself it’s dark in here, that they won’t be able to see me, but I still feel so fucking exposed.

  “Beg for me like you fucking mean it,” he growls, and I do. I just fucking do it.

  “PLEASE, LEO! PLEASE SUCK MY CLIT! PLEASE!”

  He smirks. “Good girl.” He circles his thumb against me before he lowers his face. “You won’t come,” he tells me. “If you come before I say so, I’ll pound your asshole so hard you’ll bleed.”

  My clit throbs like a horny little bitch as he sucks it between his lips.

  The rush from shouting out loud makes me strangely uninhibited.

  “I thought you were gone,” I whimper. “Please don’t go, Leo. I need this… I need this worse than I ever knew…”

  He sucks harder. Curls his fingers deeper.

  My face must be a grimace as I fight the urge to come.

  His tongue darts and laps at me. I whimper as I resist my own pleasure.

  And then he stops.

  My pussy aches.

  “One of these nights I really am gonna tie you to the bedposts,” he says. “I’m gonna tie you up so fucking tight you can’t even squirm, and then I’m gonna suck on that fucking clit until you scream the whole fucking building down.”

  He shrugs his jacket off as I watch. He’s wearing short sleeves underneath.

  Oh my God.

  Fuck.

  My heart pounds as I strain to see his tattoos in the meagre light. So many tattoos. More than I ever dreamed.

  My fingers reach out of their own volition to flick the bedside lamp on. He blinks against the light.

  “You really do want the fucking street to see you, then?” he asks, but I don’t care. The window is big and the curtains are open wide and my own naked body greets me boldly in the reflection, but I don’t give a shit.

  “I want to see you,” I tell him, and I’m reaching out, tracing the lines on his forearm.

  He’s strikes like a snake as he forces me back down onto the mattress.

  “I don’t care what you want,” he grunts. “You’ll see whatever I want you to see. Feel whatever I want you to feel. Do whatever I want you to do.” His fingers clamp around my throat. “I’m gonna take your asshole, and it’s gonna fucking hurt.” He pauses. “The light will stay on because I want to see you.”

  I take a breath as he lets go of me. I don’t move an inch as he loosens his jeans.

  There’s a whole other layer of harshness in his tone when he speaks again. “You’ll see as much as I want you to see and nothing more.”

  I don’t protest as he lifts my legs up high and hooks them over his shoulders. I don’t try to hide the fear as his cock thumps hard against my pussy. My head is as high as I can lift it, my eyes greedy for the sight of his cock in decent lighting, and it’s every bit as terrifying as it looked on that photograph.

  “Make me nice and fucking wet,” he grunts, and forces the head inside.

  I hold my breath as the first ridge pushes in. I breathe it out at the second. I whimper at the third. Screw my eyes shut at the forth.

  “Good girl,” he says. “Fucking take it.”

  Five and six make me groan like a slut. My cheeks scorch at the sounds my pussy makes around his dick.

  He comes to rest with his mouth just an inch from mine, his eyes open wide as he fucks me deep and slow.

  “Harder,” I hiss, even though I’m fucking crazy.

  I cry out as he slams in, feeling so fucking small underneath him. The ridges are painfully fucking perfect at this angle. I’m grunting for more even as it hurts.

  “You’d better pray to God I find some lube in your bedside cabinet,” he says, and my embarrassment blooms.

  Lube, sure… and a monster dildo…

  Oh fuck.

  “We’ll both be a bloody fucking mess without lube, Abigail. You won’t be able to walk for a fucking week,” he threatens. I point at the cabinet and he smiles. “Sensible girl.”

  He reaches to the side of us and tugs open the top drawer. I close my eyes as he roots in there. I don’t want to see his face as he finds my secret preparation weapon. I hear it thump against the side as he takes it out.

  “Or maybe not such a mess…” he whispers. “Maybe you can already take it, however it comes.” He pulls out of my pussy in one and every ridge feels like I’m burning in heaven. “Shall I find out? Is your asshole a good liar, Abigail? It was like a vice in the pub garden…”

  I’m struggling against him even as he slides his cock towards my asshole. “No,” I say. “That thing… it’s never been in my ass… I can barely take it at all in my pussy… I’ve never even tried it back there…”

  There’s such dark amusement in his eyes. “Hold this,” he says and forces the dildo between my teeth. My jaw stretches and holds while he digs around in the drawer for the lube. He finds the bottle easily enough.

  He takes the dildo back from me and slicks it up.

  I’m trembling as he works the thickness of it in his hand. Trembling at the thought of his dick ploughing on in there after it.

  “Was this practice?” he asks, and I hate myself for nodding. “And did it work?”

  “Not really,” I admit.

  “Better luck this time then.” He smirks as he shifts away from me. I cry out as he forces two slippery fingers into my ass.

  I’ve barely adjusted to them when I feel the silicon monster pushing its way through my poor tight little asshole. I feel so exposed as he repositions himself, wide open as he stares at every private part of me.

  His strength pushes that dildo in deep in one short burst. My ass sucks that monster in like a donkey punch.

  “Ow, fuck,” I grunt, but he keeps on going. “Fuck…”

  “Take it.”

  “Make me,” I say, even though my heart is in my throat.

  And he does.

  He does make me take it.

  He works that big veiny dildo all the way inside me, even as I whimper, even as tears spring to my eyes.

  It’s slimy and slippery and sounds it. I could cry from that alone.

  “Your holes are crying out to be destroyed,” he grunts. “But you know that, don’t you? That’s why you let the monster in.”

  “Please stop,” I whimper, even though I’m already roc
king back at the pain.

  “That’s it, slut,” he says. “Beg me.” He twists the dildo inside me until I curse. “Beg me to fucking stop.”

  I hitch my legs higher to my chest even as I say it. “Please stop. Please, Leo, stop. It hurts. Oh fuck, it hurts so bad.”

  I blink tears down my cheeks. I’m smiling even as I cry for him.

  “Please stop, Leo. Please.”

  The burn changes to something else. Something primal and fucked up and raw.

  His mouth clamps over my swollen pussy even as he keeps on fucking me.

  “No,” I breathe. “Please don’t.”

  But he does. Oh he does.

  His teeth feel like life and death on my clit all at once. My asshole makes noises that curl my toes.

  My feet rest against his back, muscles tight. My fingers are vicious on his scalp as he makes me take it.

  “You really are my monster,” I breathe. “You make it hurt better than I ever dreamed.”

  I cry out as he tugs my clit between his teeth. His breath is ragged as he pulls away.

  “I’m only just getting fucking started,” he says.

  Twenty-Six

  He who hesitates is lost.

  Marcus Porcius Cato

  Phoenix

  I want the whole fucking world to see us. I hope the whole neighbourhood is staring from behind their twitchy curtains as I stretch Abigail’s pretty asshole raw.

  Her desperation has knitted itself to mine under the surface. I feel it there, both of us bobbing along with the current of a tsunami.

  I wouldn’t know how to stop this if I tried, but what I do know – against every fucking sensibility I’ve ever had – is that I’ll never be able to leave her alone again. Not even for a couple of weeks.

  Her eyes are watery even as she smiles. She’s spreading her legs for more even as she begs me to stop.

  I toss the dildo to the floor and squirt a fresh load of lube onto my fingers. I work it right the way over my dick, and then squirt another glob straight onto her battered asshole. She flinches at the chill, but it’s the least of her worries.

  “Look at me,” I tell her as I position myself against her ass and ease down on top of her.