Kept Safe

by Lucy Wild

  “Not yet,” I said, moving my hands to the ropes, untying her quickly. “Get on your knees.”

  She pouted up at me, looking both cute and sexy at once, the blindfold still in place over her eyes. Once she was knelt before me, I reached down to my trousers. “Open your mouth,” I said, watching her closely as she obeyed me without a second’s pause.

  NINETEEN

  BELLA

  The concrete felt cold on my bare knees. I couldn’t see a thing, the blindfold too thick. My hearing was incredible though, every movement he made, no matter how quiet, I strained to hear. There was rustling of fabric as I waited with my mouth open for what was going to happen. My ass stung, the pain eased only a little by the cream he’d put on me.

  It was hard to believe what he’d done. There was a plug in my ass. Nothing had ever been in there before. Yet there was no pain inside me beyond a dull ache, and even that was overwhelmed by a sense of fullness that I’d never experienced in my life. How had it even slid into me? I had no idea.

  Something about the way he’d done things was just right. I didn’t have to complain, I didn’t have to protest, to pretend I didn’t want him. He just did it without preamble. And I was more aroused than I’d ever felt before, even with the sting of the cane whipping my nerves into an agonised frenzy.

  I heard him moving towards me. One step, then a second. Then a wave of heat right by my face. All of a sudden, something warm and hard, yet giving, pressed against my lips. “Open wider,” he said and that was when he took my mouth. There’s no other way to describe it.

  The full length of his cock pushed itself over my tongue as he took hold of my head, gripping me in place. All I could feel was his hardness, the heat of him making my lips tingle as I almost choked. I felt like I belonged to him in that moment, that all I wanted to do was give him pleasure, let him use me.

  He moved my head onto him, burying himself in my mouth before beginning to thrust so fast, I gagged. Saliva ran out of my mouth, I was sure it must look disgusting but he didn’t seem to care. He came going until I thought my lungs were going to burst before he finally let me breathe, running the tip of his cock over my lips.

  Then he was in again, holding himself in place, letting out a groan of pleasure as my tongue managed to flick along the length of him, drawing him further into me, wanting him never to leave, feeling connected to him more than ever before. I was his in that moment.

  Out of nowhere, he grabbed me, throwing me onto the bed. Before I could move, he was on me, attaching something to my nipples. They were like pegs or clamps or something, gripping my nips tightly, making me wince as I slowly got used to the sensation. My mouth was still tingling, I could taste him and I licked my lips, panting slightly as I heard the flick of a lighter.

  I wanted to ask him what he was doing but before I could, a burning hot drip of something fell onto my chest. It hardened almost at once and I realised it was candle wax. He was dripping candle wax onto me. The initial sting of heat made me twitch but each drop cooled and hardened almost at once.

  I was so on edge as more drips fell, I felt like I was losing my mind. With a sharp exhalation the candle was blown out and then he was on me, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it deeper into me. He yanked my legs apart, driving his cock deep inside me a second later. I had barely a chance to moan before he slid out, moving up to sit on my chest, pushing himself in my mouth again. “Taste your wetness, you dirty slut,” he said. “Taste it all.”

  I licked along the length of his cock, surprised by how sweet it tasted, mingled with the salty heat of his masculinity. I gagged on his length, fighting for breath as he slid from me, moving back down and thrusting into me again, stretching my insides, filling me to capacity with his length. Then he was out again.

  He kept teasing me, never thrusting more than once, his hands sliding over my body, tugging at the clamps on my nipples, kissing me roughly, twisting me around, feeling every inch of me, showing me just what he was capable of doing.

  At one point I was over his lap, being spanked, at another I was spread wide open, his face between my legs, licking my clit in rapid circles. Things came to a head when he got me on all fours, thrusting himself all the way into me and grabbing my hips, drawing me back onto him. “I’m going to come in you,” he growled, thrusting faster. “Do you want me to?”

  “Yes, god yes,” I muttered, feeling my own orgasm approaching. It had been thwarted so many times, the tension was too much. I swore, I begged him, I cried out for him to come in me. I wanted to feel it more than anything. My own body tensed up as he nudged the plug in my ass, driving me wild. It was getting closer, I could feel it. Then it hit. “Oh, fucking hell, I’m coming,” I said before I couldn’t say anything at all, the orgasm that struck me so powerful I lost the ability to think, let alone speak. My body bucked and writhed in place, the climax all the more powerful because of the way his cock kept driving into me, getting ever faster.

  I was still wracked by waves of pleasure when I felt his length twitch inside me and then I was filled by his hot wetness as he came deep inside my pussy. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered, losing his voice in a deep groan before panting heavily for breath, holding tightly onto my hips.

  A second orgasm hit me just as the first faded away. It was still washing over me when he slid from me. I lifted the blindfold to look at him. He’d already picked the box up. “I’ll be back to check on you in the morning,” he said, turning and heading up the steps, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor and leaving me in a pile on the bed, wondering if I’d done something wrong to make him walk away like that.

  TWENTY

  JACK

  I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. There was no turning back now. It’d gone too far. She was like a drug I couldn’t resist. I was addicted to her. Everything I wanted to do, I did. She didn’t complain, she didn’t argue. She submitted willingly. No, it was more than that. She wanted me to do it. I’d never met anyone like her before. It couldn’t work of course. There was no way this could last.

  She was going to be out of the country pretty soon. I was going to have to move again. No doubt questions would start to be asked about my missing neighbour. I’d already seen a few posters on lamp posts. It felt like everyone was looking for her and she’d only been gone for a couple of days.

  I tried to block her out of my mind so I could sleep but it wasn’t easy. I wanted to go back down, sleep next to her again. That was something else I’d never enjoyed before. But with her, I could picture a lifetime of sleeping in the same bed, waking up next to that body, that face, those eyes, could there be anything finer?

  Her father had been in touch, letting me know that the final preparations were being made. At most, I had another two or three days with her. Then all I would have to do was get her to the airport, see her on the plane, and walk away. It should have been simple. It was just a job, like any other. But this job wasn’t like any other. She wasn’t like anyone else. She had got under my skin, she had invaded my soul and once there, I could see no way of getting rid of her.

  But the pain would be mine to deal with. She was young, she’d get over me. She just had some fucked up Stockholm syndrome shit going on. Once she was free, her feelings for me would blow away on the breeze. If only the same could be said for me.

  I slept eventually, my mind plagued even in my dreams by how hard it would be to say goodbye. I woke up the next morning and my first thought was of her. I reached out an arm, hoping to find her laid next to me. Then I remembered. She was still downstairs, where it was safe, where she was safe.

  I climbed out of bed, the morning air cold on my naked skin, needing to see her but telling myself I was just going to check on her. I had tried to walk away from her last night, to leave her down there and get my head straight, stop thinking with my cock and start using my brain. It hadn’t worked.

  I opened the cellar door and there she was, laid asleep on her back, the blanket half off the bed, her chest covered
but her legs exposed. What legs they were, slender, so kissable, the last hints of dried candle wax still stuck to them.

  She didn’t stir as I headed down the stairs. I tiptoed across to her and knelt at the foot of the bed. I took hold of her ankle and eased it to one side, moving up quietly, waiting to see if she stirred. She didn’t. I positioned myself directly between her legs, staring at her pussy. It looked delicious, those pink folds just calling out to me. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to those folds, running my tongue softly along them. Still she didn’t stir.

  I was easing my tongue into her when she finally shifted position, mumbling above me. I moved my tongue up to her clit, gently lapping at her as her legs shuffled from side to side. I heard her let out a low moan as I dipped my tongue into her again, then I returned to her clit, taking my time, being slow and gentle, teasing her from sleep, making sure the first thing she felt when she woke up was my doing this.

  Her hands slid down to my hair, stroking it as I spread her lips with my fingers, lapping up her wetness, loving the sweet taste of her on my tongue. Her clit was swollen and glistening, drawing my eye and my hands. I teased her again, blowing cool air onto it before sliding two fingers into her. I hooked them upwards, rubbing at her inner walls whilst circling her clit with my tongue. I’d teased her long enough. With a final kiss, I sat up, looking up at her. She still had her eyes closed.

  I rubbed my rock hard cock against her clit, coating it in her juices before lifting her legs to my shoulders. There was her ass, begging for me to be inside. I eased the tip of me between her buttocks, watching as her eyes finally opened wide in shock. Before she could say anything, the head of me had forced its way into her ass, stretching her wide. “You’re so tight,” I said as I rocked a little deeper into her.

  “It feels so good,” she replied, her hips pushing up against me. “I never knew it could feel that good.”

  I took it slow for as long as I could, which wasn’t long, before starting to thrust deep into her ass, stroking her clit at the same time, bringing her to a powerful climax within minutes. When it hit, I stared at her, loving the sight of her losing control, her face wild, her body shaking whilst her ass gripped me ever tighter.

  “Do you want my cum in your ass?” I asked. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Please give it to me.”

  Her pleading was enough to tip me over the edge. I rammed into her ass a final time, feeling cum explode from the end of me and fill her insides. I was in heaven, watching the grin spread over her face as I came inside her ass. “Good morning, Bella,” I said as I slid gently from her. “Sleep well?”

  TWENTY-ONE

  BELLA

  I was still in a happy daze when he headed off to work. I’d given up trying to rationalise my feelings towards him. All I knew was that every part of me ached in the best possible way. I only had to think of what he’d just done to me to start tingling again. I had woken up to find him between my legs, his tongue on my clit. It was incredible and that was just the start of it.

  He’d been in my ass. His cock, that magnificent, enormous thing, had been all the way in my ass. I still couldn’t work out how the hell it had fitted in there. Then he’d snuggled in next to me and just held me while I dozed in and out of sleep. Finally he’d gone to work and I’d drifted off, a happy smile on my face. It was as if my world had shrunk since he’d brought me here. Everything I knew was inside the cellar and somehow as time had passed, that had become less scary and more reassuring. Part of it was knowing that he was protecting me, keeping me safe. I’d felt the still healing wound on his back as we’d made love, the surest proof that he would do anything to keep me safe.

  I woke up to a crashing sound above me. I sat bolt upright, reaching for my clothes. I didn’t know what that noise was but something told me it wasn’t him. It was something else. I was just straightening the dress in place when the cellar door burst open. “Is anyone down there?” a man’s voice asked.

  I didn’t answer. I was too scared. Was this the person he’d warned me about? The one who was coming for me?

  “This is the police. If anyone’s down there, make yourself known.”

  “It’s me,” I said, running across to the bottom of the steps. “I’m here.”

  “Annabelle Sanders?” he asked, taking a single step down. “Are you Annabelle Sanders?”

  “I am,” I replied. “Oh, thank God.” My legs lost their strength. Everything that I’d told myself melted away as the reality of the situation came back to me, removing the layers I’d built up to protect my sanity. I was free, I wasn’t trapped anymore.

  “Where’s Mr Rutherford?” he asked, looking past me into the cellar. “Is he down there with you?”

  I shook my head, struggling back to my feet. He ran down, getting a hand under my armpit, helping me up.

  “Where is he?”

  “At work.”

  “I need you to come with me. Can you walk? Are you injured?”

  “I’m fine,” I said, letting him guide me up the steps. We stepped out into the house and I saw light for the first time in days. I was in his house. The door that had held me locked up for so long was shattered on its hinges, the police officer kicking a section of wood away as he led me down the hallway to the front door. “We’ve been looking for you,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you to a hospital. They’re going to want to check up on you.”

  “What about Jack?”

  “Don’t worry. we’ll send someone to get him from work. He won’t get away with this.”

  He opened the front door and the light was so bright, my eyes closed automatically. It was a few seconds before I could see and I was still wincing as he guided me towards a van parked next to the kerb. It felt strange having the wind on my skin. Looking down, I realised how grubby I was, too long without a shower. “Is this real?” I asked. “Am I free?”

  “You are now,” he replied, pulling open the van door and helping me into the back. There was only a single seat and he motioned me towards it.

  “How did you know where to find me?” I asked as he clicked my seat belt in place.

  “We’ve been looking everywhere. The whole town’s been looking for you,” he replied before pushing the door closed and leaving me alone. He opened the driver’s door a second later and climbed in. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

  I leaned back against the metal wall behind me and closed my eyes. It was over. I was safe. Of course Jack had lied to me. There was no attacker, no mysterious villain out to get me. My father wasn’t alive. He’d made it all up to trick me into staying with him. I’d been such a fool that I’d fallen for it all, all of his lies. My brow furrowed as I turned to the police officer.

  “How did you know I was there? In his house, I mean.”

  “A hunch,” he said as he started the engine.

  “I thought detective’s had hunches.”

  “I am a detective.”

  “You can’t be.”

  “Why not?”

  “Detectives don’t wear uniform.”

  He started to drive. “Don’t they?”

  TWENTY-TWO

  JACK

  I was at work when she came back. The bloody detective. I had just hung up from my last call when Mr Young appeared by my booth. “Hi, Jack, how’s it going?” he asked, the classic rhetorical question that he never ever wanted an answer to. “Great. Well, I hate to interrupt your calls but there’s a Detective Rikers here who’d like a quick word with you. I’ve put her in the conference room if you wouldn’t mind popping along, that’d be fantastic.”

  “Sure,” I said, fixing a winning smile on my face. It fell as soon as I was past him. Why was she coming to me at work? Was it an attempt to intimidate me into letting something slip? I pushed open the door to the conference room and there she was, leaning against the far wall, looking mildly bored.

  “Hello again, Mr Rutherford,” she said, taking a step forward and holding a ha
nd out towards me. “I appreciate you taking time out to see me. Won’t you sit down?”

  I pulled out a chair and sat as she did the same on the other side of the table. “What can I help you with?” I asked. “I hear that poor girl still hasn’t been found.”

  “Not quite yet but it won’t be long now.”

  “Oh? Why do you think that?”

  “Just a hunch. Now, I’m sorry for coming to see you at work but I went to your house and there was no one in.”

  “Yeah, well I do work full time.”

  “Course you do. In a rush this morning, were you?”

  “No, why?”

  “Only you forgot to lock your door when you left.”

  I knew for a fact I’d locked it but I had no idea where she was going with this. Already I was getting ready, planting my feet firmly on the ground, shifting my balance ever so slightly. “Really?”

  “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind but I stuck my head in, wanted to see if you were there.”

  I twisted a tiny bit more in my seat. “Well, here I am.”

  “Indeed you are. Tell me something, Jack. What’s in your cellar?”

  “Nothing yet, I’m still unpacking. Why?”

  “Because I found a bed down there. Want to tell me what it’s there for?”

  “Of course,” I said, the smile not fading. “I can explain everything.”

  As I finished speaking I went for it, pushing down on the chair to give me momentum. I was up before she had time to react, running for the door and crashing it through while she called my name behind me. I made it to the end of the corridor before there were people in the way. Looking behind me, Rikers was coming for me, already sprinting. I twisted left, my way blocked by Simon who smiled at me. “In a rush?” he asked. He was about to say something else but I didn’t stop, barrelling into him with a shoulder barge that sent him slamming into the photocopier. That felt good.

  I ran on, kicking open the door to the fire escape and taking the stairs two at a time. I didn’t look behind me. I could only hope she wasn’t sure enough to have back up. “Jack!” she shouted from the floor above as I reached the bottom. “Stop!”