Seizing Control

by Kylie Hillman

  “SHUT UP!” he roars at me over the cacophony I am making.

  I thought I was in pain before but that was nothing compared to this new injury. He crudely pulls my legs apart, in spite of my protests, and settles himself between them. The additional jostling of my broken leg causes me to shriek louder, so he backhands me across the face. I momentarily quiet before he jams his cock back into me and starts pumping.

  His movements are agonizing. I scream in pain, sounds I never thought possible leaving my mouth and even when Brendan punches me and jams his hand over my mouth, I can still be heard loud and clear. He punches me again, harder than the last.

  “I said shut up!”

  My eyesight dims as I begin to blackout. I fight to hold onto consciousness because I fear what he might do to me when I can't defend myself at all. I'm losing the battle to keep my eyes open when through my fading consciousness, I hear continuous thudding. Brendan’s body is swiftly removed from mine and I’m grateful for the immediate relief his absence brings. I hear yelling, swearing and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh for what seems like an eternity before warm arms gently wrap themselves around my brutalized body.

  Whimpering in pain, I’m lifted onto someone’s lap. I can't even muster the energy to fight through the beckoning darkness to see who’s holding me. I don't care as long as it's not Brendan. My entire body is on fire from the never-ending pain of my injuries, my aches throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

  “I’m here, Angel…He can’t hurt you anymore…Don’t go to sleep on me, Lainey.” Mik whispers against my sweat and blood streaked hair.

  “I’m so sorry, my love, I didn’t realize he was hurting you like this… I should have known. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  Mik continues to croon to me as I succumb to the sweet relief of the growing darkness, my pain easing as the throbbing pain lessens in response to my slowing heartbeat. I know I’m safe to go to the darkness now that Mik’s here. I know he will look after me.

  “BENJI! Is that fucking ambulance on its way? Her pulse is fading. SHE’S DYING!” he shouts as my world fades to black.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Lainey

  Present Day

  “Stop it!”

  Brendan looks like he’s in physical pain as I finish detailing how I nearly died and the extent of the injuries he left me with that night.

  “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!” he yells at me, his tone full of pleading.

  “Why not?” I ask him with spite. “If I can talk about it¸ you should be able to hear it.”

  His reaction has thrown me. If I didn't know better, I would almost assume he cared about what he did to me.

  “I was the person who was hurt, not you. You should know what you…” My words stop when he grabs my cheeks, squeezing my lips together to stop me speaking.

  “You wouldn’t listen. You brought it on yourself by seeing him. By taking a job with him. I knew you wanted to leave me even after I told you I love you.”

  I think I have shaken his faith in his own actions by documenting my injuries when he can see the resulting scars. He’s shaking as he gives me his panicked excuses. Letting go of my cheeks, he kisses me gently. Moving from his sprawled position next to me, he covers me with his body, forcing himself between my legs and settling his erection at my junction. I try to squeeze my thighs shut and to buck him off of me but my aching body and inability to use my arms makes it impossible.

  “Get the hell off me, Brendan,” I tell him. “How can you think that I would want you to touch me after what you've done to me?”

  Pulling my body away from him using my cuffed hands and the bed frame, I hold my exposed crotch as far from his probing erection as I can.

  “Darling girl, I’m going to make both of us forget all about the pain and hurt.” Brendan groans as he thrusts against me softly. As usual he ignores what I want, concentrating on himself. “We can start fresh from right now. Be mine again. I love you, Lainey, I always have. If you listen to me, you won't ever get hurt again.”

  Kissing me with persuasive need, Brendan softly kneads my breasts as he thrusts against me. He’s rubbing his length against my entrance and my clit and I know he is not far from penetrating me. My body braces itself for the inevitable pain while my mind is screaming in panic at me to find a way to stop this. Somewhere in the back of my mind I register that this is the gentlest he’s ever been with me. An unorthodox plan forms in my mind.

  “Oh, Brendan.”

  Moaning against his lips, I open my mouth to grant him access. He stills for a moment with obvious shock, before he resumes his assault on my mouth. His thrusting against me is forgotten for the moment. Closing my eyes so I don't have to see his evil face—and sending a silent prayer into the universe that Mik will forgive me—I kiss Brendan back with every ounce of feeling I can find.

  “Lainey, baby… oh you feel so good.” He moans against me as he resumes thrusting and drops his head to suck my nipple. Vomit rises in my throat but I swallow it back. I need to get through this.

  “Let me touch you Brendan… please?”

  Gasping in fake pleasure as he moves to lick my other nipple, I make a show of pulling against the handcuffs.

  “What?”

  Brendan looks up sharply with a face filled with suspicion. When I flex my hips against his, he moans softly in response.

  “I want to try this your way. No fighting, no pain. A fresh start.”

  I look him dead in the eye and pray he will believe me.

  “You’re playing games, aren’t you?”

  He looks angry. My heart starts pounding in anticipation of him lashing out at me.

  “No! No I’m not. I know we’re going to do this whether I want to or not so I want to try it without fighting. We’ve never done it without pain and anger. I want a fresh start. I know I can’t go anywhere so what do you have to lose by letting me try?” I ask him earnestly as I widen my eyes with feigned innocence and puff out my exposed chest. He can't stop himself from glancing down. Score one for the handcuffed woman.

  “Oh baby, you have no idea how happy this makes me.” The madman actually grins at me. I fervently hope my plan works because I don't think I can go through with what I’m suggesting. “If you try anything, you’re not going to like the consequences,” he threatens me.

  I try not to roll my eyes. How many times can one man threaten the same thing before they get bored with it?

  Reaching into the top drawer of the bedside table, he retrieves the key to the handcuffs with a grin, apparently satisfied that I understand his threat. He uncuffs me before cuffing one of the cuffs back on the bed frame and throwing the key over his shoulder onto the floor at the end of the bed when he's finished. Sitting in front of me, he pulls me into a sitting position between his legs.

  “Kiss me, Lainey. Touch me,” Brendan commands.

  I take a deep breath and pray that I can pull this off. My heart lurches at the thought of willingly touching him but I can’t let him violate my body again if I can find any way to avoid it.

  Leaning forward, I press my lips to his. He kisses me back, pulling me hard against him with one hand behind my head and the other around my waist. Visualizing Mik’s rugged face, I put all of my desperation into kissing Brendan. I suck his tongue and his bottom lip before moving to nibble the cords in his neck. My hands grasp his biceps and I press my naked chest against his firmly. Moving my hands down his sides and across his abs, I grasp his erect, pulsing shaft in my hands.

  He really does have a nice body, which is a total shame, considering it’s wasted on a complete psychopath. Once upon a time, I was attracted to him but now he repulses me.

  “Fuck,” he groans, an uncustomary curse word falling from his mouth.

  I start to work him up and down with my hands and his body shudders in response. This is the first time I’ve ever touched him like this and he swells in my hands as if he’s about to come already.

  “Turn around,
Brendan. Lean against the bed for me. Get comfortable and let me give you pleasure this time.” I whisper against his lips as I move my head back to kiss him again, still working his cock with one hand while I gently knead his balls with the other.

  He eyes me as if he knows I’m up to something. I smile at him and kiss him quickly again. I let go of his erection, giving his balls one last squeeze as I fake reluctance at letting him go.

  “It’s okay. Stupid idea. You probably hate what I’m doing anyway.”

  Gazing at him through lowered lashes, I raise my hands as if I’m surrendering. My heart races faster in anticipation. This is either going to go the way I want it to or I’m going to end up in serious pain when he lashes out at me. His temper can turn on a dime, I learned that the hard way a long time ago.

  “No, Lainey. I love it.”

  He moves towards to head of the bed and I scramble out of his way, ignoring the protests of my aching body. He places himself upright, leaning against the bed frame.

  “Thank you,” I tell him before I move between his legs.

  Placing my legs over his, I expose my bare pussy to him. He gazes at it lustfully and strokes my clit. Mewling in faux pleasure, I throw my head back and just barely contain my need to vomit at his touch.

  “You like that, baby?” he asks, self-satisfaction evident in his voice.

  I lower my head and nod. He grins broadly back at me. In reality Brendan has absolutely no clue how to get me off since he’s never bothered to learn. It takes all of my mental capacity not to roll my eyes at him.

  “My turn, Lainey baby,” he commands, moving his hands away from me after a few more strokes. Well that was quick. He fists them at his sides and my body jolts in excitement at his position.

  “You’re really sexy sitting there like that,” I tell him as I reach for his erection and start working it with my hands again. I lean forward and lick each of his nipples before I suck the left one in time with the attention I am giving his cock. He leans his head back and closes his eyes.

  This is my opportunity.

  Moving down Brendan’s body, I gather myself onto my knees, ready to spring when it's time. Bending forward I take his cock into my mouth. Unfortunately my gag reflex engages when my mind rebels at what I am trying to do.

  “Too big for you, baby?” Brendan leers down at me. Bloody narcissist.

  I nod at him shyly, hoping that he doesn’t change positions. In reality he isn't that big— especially in comparison to Mik—not that I think he's small either. I’ve seen two cocks in my life so I'm not an authority.

  “I’ll get used to it.” I giggle, pretending to be the eager to please airhead he would love me to be. He smirks at me and I feel him throw his head back against the bed frame as I take him in my mouth again. This time I don’t gag, so I start working him up and down. I pull out every trick I have and quickly get him groaning and thrusting his hips in time with my rhythm. His head hasn’t moved and his eyes are closed in enjoyment.

  “Oooooh Lainey, I’m gonna come,” he groans.

  Feeling him swell in my mouth, I pick up the pace. When I feel him start to spurt, I pull my mouth off of his cock and using one hand to continue his ejaculation, I slap the open cuff shut around his closest wrist with my other hand. Springing off of the bed as quickly as I can, I make sure I'm out of arms reach before what I've done registers.

  “WHAT THE FUCK? YOU BITCH!” he roars at me, his ejaculation forgotten.

  Moving after me, he’s forced to a halt only an arm’s length from the bed before the handcuff pulls tight. It’s quite comical when he glances at his tethered arm and then back at me in disbelief. His cock is still standing at attention, looking painfully erect. Straining to get to me again, the rage that fills his expression when he realizes he can’t reach me, brings the first real smile to my face that I've had since I left work this afternoon. I’m safely out of his reach.

  For now.

  “You might wanna finish that off. Can’t have you getting blue balls now can we?” I point at his stiff cock and his tight, drawn up balls. Giggling like a kid in a candy store, I pick the handcuff keys off of the floor at the end of the bed where he so carelessly threw them. Cheekily waving them at him, makes him strain against the handcuffs again.

  “You’re going to regret this when I get hold of you, you dumb slut. Enjoy your little power play while it lasts. There's no way for you to leave.”

  Brendan stares at me menacingly and I hope like hell that the bed frame holds until I’ve worked out how to get out of here. He takes a seat on the bed, staring at me through narrow, hate filled eyes. I ignore his threats as I take off his stupid jewellery and put mine back on.

  Grabbing my clothes off the floor, I start to dress. Unfortunately I find that they are too tattered to wear so I pull Brendan’s drawers open searching for something of his to cover my nakedness. Needing to wear his clothing to get out of here is the least of my concerns.

  Going through his drawers I find a wooden rectangular case. Pulling it out of the drawer, Brendan’s sharp intake of breath tells me that he doesn’t want me looking in the case. It’s unlocked so I open it and find a nice, shiny handgun with two full magazines.

  “Well looky here….” I drawl.

  I pull the handgun out of the case and expertly insert the magazine. Sighting it at Brendan causes apprehension to flit across his features. I can handle many different types of weapons and he knows this. Feeling more confident now I’m armed, I quickly find a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear. My bra is still viable so I put it on under his t-shirt, unfortunately I'm left going pantyless since he ripped them off me hours ago.

  Pointing the gun at him again, I smile crookedly.

  “Oh, don’t be scared, darling. I’ll only hurt you if you don’t promise to leave me alone once I leave here. If you promise to leave me and everyone I love alone I won’t have to hurt you.” I mimic the stupid demands he used to make of me.

  I don't mean any of it. I know that once Dad and Mik find me, there’s no way Brendan is getting out of this alive. Part of me feels sick at the idea of causing someone's death but a bigger, more logical part knows this will never be over until either Brendan or myself is dead. I'd much rather it be him than me.

  “Why would I do that now I know how well you can suck cock, Lainey?”

  Brendan sits on the bed like a king on his throne. He’s so arrogant, totally missing that I was being sarcastic.

  “How are you going to explain the taste of my cock in your mouth to your biker scum?” he questions. “I should remind him about all the good times we had before he got my sloppy seconds. I should tell him how you used to scream with pleasure and cry with ecstasy. How you would let me do whatever I wanted to you. Do you think he’ll want you then? I bet you told him I forced you every time…we both know that’s not the truth, don’t we, Lainey? Sometimes you would beg me to take you.”

  Brendan leans back against the bedhead and crosses his legs, satisfied in his ability to control me with his mind games. Bastard! The only time I begged was when he forced me and I definitely never screamed from pleasure only pain. I think it's time to burst his delusional bubble and show him who’s in control right now.

  “Oh, Brendan, darling. How have you not worked out, after all this time, that you had his sloppy seconds?”

  My voice is sugary sweet as I point the gun at his thigh and pull the trigger. His scream is deafening and it actually makes me laugh when I realize that the room really is soundproof. His little minion hasn’t heard a thing, otherwise he would be trying to knock the door down after that ruckus.

  “You see,” I tell him as his screaming subsides. “You never had the privilege of being my first, no matter what you tell yourself.”

  He wraps part of the top sheet around his wound to stem the blood flow. Panic fills me at the thought of finally telling him the truth. If he manages to get his hands on me again, he will make me pay for deceiving him.

  In spite of my fea
rs, I continue. “Mik and I made love when we disappeared during my birthday party. He was my first and he would have been my only, if you hadn't ruined it when you raped me. Let me tell you though, I thought about him every time you were inside me. I only let you touch me because you threatened my family. I never loved you. If I'm honest, I didn't even like you all that much.”

  The pained look on Brendan’s face pricks my conscience but I quickly remind myself that I more than paid for my one mistake with how he treated me afterwards. The hurt and disbelief on his face is quickly replaced by his normal pompousness.

  “I always knew you were a slut, Lainey. I also knew I could do better than you. What’s your point?”

  His sneer ignites my rage. I point the gun at him again, this time aiming for his right shoulder. I pull the trigger, deliberately jagging the shot to the right of him and it lodges in the wall. He screams for a long second before he figures out I didn’t shoot him this time.

  “Don’t stress, one bullet wound is enough for me. I don’t want you to bleed out on me. Mik and my Dad will enjoy having a chat with you when I let them know where you are. Have to make sure you’re in good health for that.” I wink at him. “As for the taste of your cock in my mouth, giving Mik a quick blowjob will erase any lingering aftertaste. I mean, he’s the one who taught me how to suck cock so well.”

  I take another verbal jab at him. His eyes bulge angrily at the thought of me giving Mik a blowjob. My rage subsides at his reaction. I'm satisfied he knows who is in control right now.

  “Anyhow, enough chitchat.”

  Twirling the gun around my trigger finger, I turn towards the window and start plotting how I am going to get out of it without setting off the alarm system and letting Stu know I’m escaping. The bedroom door is not an option since I have to get too close to Brendan to use it.