Manik

by Amo Jones

  I nod. “Yeah, I started ballet when I was five years old in Sydney, and then jazz. When I moved to my grandparents’ house, I got into hip-hop too.”

  She sucks the salt off her fingers, her eyes peering up at me. Is she flirting? No. Can’t be.

  “What?” I ask, my cheeks flushing. Katiya is obviously beautiful, she’s the female version of her brother.

  She shakes her head. “Nothing. So, did you go to college? I never went. I went as far as high school and that was it for me.”

  “I did. Why didn’t you go?” I don’t want to be rude, but I doubt money had anything to do with why she didn’t go to college.

  “It just wasn’t really in my cards.” She stands from the bed, her eyes going up and down my body. “It’s a shame really.”

  “What is?” I ask, finishing the braid in my hair.

  “The fact that my brother has already claimed you.”

  “Claimed me?” I drag the sheet up the bed and bring it to my mouth. “I don’t want him to claim me. I don’t—” I pause, and it’s like everything that has happened in the past few days starts playing vividly in high definition inside of my head. Realization sinks into my bones, frightening the daze I had unknowingly put myself in. It’s a scary thing when you realize you’ve unwittingly adapted to a scenario that should really have you screaming. I have submitted to my fate without even realizing it. “I don’t want that?”

  She gives me a sad smile, one that doesn’t touch her eyes. “Oh, I didn’t say it was a good thing, actually, I’d be worried. One, my brother doesn’t do this—ever, and two, there’s something off about the way he is with you. Be careful with that.”

  She leaves a couple minutes later after securing me back to the bed. I never got to ask what she meant by her last statement, but I should be thankful for the shower, clothes and the toothbrush. Not all captives get treated this way, I’m sure. In the couple of days that I’ve been here, I’ve come to recognize his energy, the way his eyes seem like the entry gates to hell, the kind where no souls survive. He doesn’t even capture them, he spits them out once he’s done. Maybe if I play his games, he will let me go. The thought doesn’t sit completely okay with me, but I’ve got to do something.

  I hear the door open, a few footsteps plod down, and then it closes again with a slow clink. My eyes shoot around the room frantically, trying to figure out what to do. I’m not ready to have another one-on-one with him. I shut my eyes and count how many steps he takes.

  Thud. One.

  Thud. Two.

  Thud. Three.

  Thud. Four.

  Eight steps. He takes eight steps before I hear the faint echo of him landing on the floor.

  “Open your eyes.” His voice is unlike any voice I have heard before. It’s low, yet soft. Harsh, yet lazy. It is everything while being nothing. “Do as you’re told.”

  I slowly open my eyes and they land on him instantly. He’s topless, with his tanned flesh on display. He trains hard, I can tell. That is not a body that you get from just diet and good genes. That’s a body you lift heavy iron for. Dark sweatpants hang off his slim waist, a perfectly dipped V dancing down his pelvis. There’s a tattoo going over that area too though, in big Old English font. My eyes dart to his left rib cage where a paragraph is inked in cursive. He also has two full sleeves of tattoos—no color, just grey and white—and what looks to be a bird of some sort with blood dripping from it on his chest and the sharp word Z V E T just beside it.

  Strange, but I love tattoos—which is why I have my own sleeve. I also have one small phoenix on my right lower back, because I wanted to rise from the ashes of my parents’ deaths. I was raised being told that I was “classically beautiful”—girl next door, cute. Now, I think I confuse a hell of a lot of people when they see my tattoos.

  I love it.

  I realize I’ve been checking him out the whole time and my eyes snap back to his face.

  “Not a good idea for you to be looking at me like that while you’re cuffed to a bed and at my disposal, Cub.” He stalks in closer, his steps slow and calculated.

  I exhale. “I was admiring your ink.”

  His legs hit the end of the bed. “You really, really don’t want to lie to me either.”

  I shut my mouth, not wanting to say anything just in case it works against me getting out of here.

  Must stick to the plan.

  I settle for eye contact.

  His teeth catch his bottom lip and my eyes falter slightly.

  He grins like he caught my fumble. He probably did. “Hungry?”

  My eyes drop down his body.

  “Beatrice!” he snaps, his voice showing more emotion in it since I’ve been here.

  I swallow even though my saliva is on empty and it feels like I’ve got a ball of cotton lodged down my throat and in my mouth. “Yes.”

  “If I take you up there to feed you and you try any shady shit, I know the exact places where I can cut you and not kill you. So, I’ll ask you, are you going to behave if I take your ass upstairs?”

  “Yes.” I nod my head, trying not to show my eagerness. I must be somehow gaining his trust if he’s willing to take me upstairs into a civilized environment.

  He slowly inches down over my body and I can feel the heat radiating off his flesh and hitting my cheeks. He puts one knee between my legs, and his hand to one handcuff, then he pauses, his body hovering over mine and his face so close to my head that if I look up, we’d be inches away from each other. His fingers slowly wrap around my wrists and stay there. “Look up at me.”

  That voice.

  I slowly lift my head until his eyes collide with mine and I can feel his breath falling over my lips. Don’t look at his lips, that’s an invitation. I keep my eyes on his instead.

  “Maybe in another life, I would have had you exactly like this. Tied up, spread out, and completely at my fucking mercy. I’d hit places you didn’t know existed and I’d hit them so hard you’d still feel me penetrating your pussy for weeks on end,” he pauses, cocks a brow and grins. “But in this lifetime, I’d not let you so much as breathe on my dick, sweetheart, so stop looking at me like I’m a snack, because I’m a fucking six-course meal and if you try to take a taste, I’ll be sure you choke on your bite.”

  Jesus.

  I try to ignore everything he said while trying not to wane from his brutality. “Can you, ah, untie me?” I use my soft demure voice to coax him, my poker face better be helping me out right now.

  He chuckles heavy enough for me to feel the vibration in my chest. “That’s the kind of tone you use on puppies, Cub, not a fucking Rottweiler hungry for meat.” He unlocks both handcuffs and then latches them to the back of me and moves off the bed, taking his warmth with him. “Speaking of, hope you like meat.”

  So, I guess that didn’t work.

  Two things I have always been sure about.

  One, my dad wasn’t as bad as the media makes him out to be—he was worse.

  And two, don’t let a girl with pretty eyes fuck you.

  I’m a smart man. I had to be with who my dad was, so I’ve never broken the second thing. Girls with pretty eyes are lethal, and Beatrice had that shit on lock. If there wasn’t something inside of me that roared higher and hotter than her little advances, I’d have already fucked her black and blue.

  “Are you going to take the cuffs off me?”

  I shake my head, watching as she sits down on one of the bar stools. “No.”

  She licks her lips in answer.

  I start pulling a bunch of shit from the fridge. Lenny practically lives here too, and I’m a food guy, so the fridge and cupboards are always filled up. I pull out one of the premade chicken sandwiches and a bottle of water. Tearing open the package with my teeth, I kick the seat out beside her and sit down, placing the bottle on the counter.

  “Aeron, take the cuffs off me.”

  My cock stands to life when she says my real name. Now she has my dick’s attention, this just got a l
ittle bit harder. Fuck.

  I shake my head, grabbing onto the edges of her stool and lifting it to turn her around, facing me front on. She sucks in a breath, her eyes shooting straight to mine.

  Conceal.

  There’s a long silent pause. Quiet enough that I’m pretty sure I could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

  I take the sandwich and press it up to her lips, needing to hurry this along so she can get back downstairs. “Eat.”

  Her eyes widen slightly, and just when I think she’s going to fight me, she opens her mouth and bites down on the bread. I watch as her lips fold over the slice and end up shuffling in my seat to try and calm my cock. This was a shit idea.

  She chews slowly before taking more bites. I put the water bottle up to her lips and she wraps them around it while peering at me.

  Fuck it.

  I yank the bottle away from her, putting it onto the table and splashing her chin in the process. Grabbing her from under her arms, I pick her up as she screams slightly. I slam her down onto the counter and push her until she’s on her back.

  “Aeron, what are you doing?” Her chest rises and falls, her perfect tits right in front of me. I climb onto the counter and slowly crawl up her body, spreading her legs out with my knees. “I’m wearing your sister’s clothes!” she blurts in a sad attempt to distract me from what I want.

  I tilt my head and lick my lip. “You’re right.” She relaxes slightly, but I grab onto the front of the button-down shirt she’s wearing and tear it off. “So, it’s a good thing clothes come off.”

  She gasps. Silence stretches out with nothing but the echoing of small buttons falling to the marble floor.

  I look down at her, resting my dick into her crotch. Her eyes search mine and I watch as drops of water trickle down her chin. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

  “Will you stop if I say no?” she asks after a couple of seconds.

  I lean down while thrusting my hips into her and slowly lick the drop of water from her chin. She freezes, and I continue dragging my tongue up until it’s on the corner of her lip. Her mouth opens slightly, her breathing now audible.

  “Probably not.” Then I bite down on her lip, tugging at it softly, but not giving her enough to call it a kiss. I’m testing the waters. I’m not a fucking rapist, if she really said to stop and really wanted me to—I would, but right now, she’s not said anything, let alone given me any signal that she ain’t feeling it.

  I let her lip go and her back arches off the counter. Her eyes take in my body again, this time hungrily, fucking raging for me.

  I chuckle, shaking my head. “You want this, and you know it.” Bringing my arms up to her head, I hold myself up by my fists. This way I can get a clearer look at her too. Fuck, Lenny ain’t lying. She’s fucking breathtaking. That kind of beauty should never exist, especially not in my world because I ruin girls like her. I take everything I want from their pretty little existence and leave them with whatever remnants they have left of their soul once I’m done. I won’t be leaving anything behind of this girl, though. I want it fucking all. Not just her pleasure, but her life, too. She’s going to pay, she will pay, but only after I’ve taken her for everything that she has. Yes. I smirk, grinding myself into her. I won’t just stop there, I’ll fucking break her soul, rip out her heart, and make her wish she never met a cunt like me.

  She continues to look up at me with her sharp green eyes, her dark lashes fanning out over her makeup-free face. I drag one hand down the front of her throat and then over her tit, squeezing slightly. Her eyes close, and yeah, it’s game on. I continue to move my hand around to her back and yank her into me harder while unlatching her bra. I jerk it off her, fucking annoyed at the cuffs that I can’t take all the shit off, but then she grinds into me and I lose it for a second. Dropping my mouth to her nipple, I suck it into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. She moans slightly, and I come up to her face, searching her eyes to find her watching my lips. I know what she wants. She’s a fucking girl, they need to feel wanted during sex. Part of feeling wanted is kissing—but that ain’t happening. I don’t kiss girls. Ever. I mean, I have when I was a kid and shit, but since I was around twelve, I stopped.

  “You want this?” I ask again, because I’m a fucking gentleman.

  This time instead of ignoring me or fighting it—she nods her head, a deep blush coloring her cheeks.

  I drop my mouth to her sternum and work my way down until I reach the waistband of her jeans. Flicking the button, I walk my way backward until I drop down off the counter and she’s spread out in front of me.

  “People tell you you’re beautiful, Cub?” I ask, tilting my head and rubbing the bulge in my pants.

  Her eyes drop to what I’m doing, and then fly back to mine, heated. “Sometimes.”

  “Do they tell you you’re beautiful before they put their dick in you?” I slide my sweats down lower, taking my Calvins down with them. My cock drops out onto the palm of my hand. Thick, hot and ready. I pump it a few times until a bead of cum shines on the tip.

  She’s now glued to my cock, her teeth catching her bottom lip. “Once or twice.”

  “You like being told you’re pretty? You like being told nice things while being fucked, princess?”

  Her eyes snap to mine. “I like to think so…”

  I pump a few more times, my head tilting back as my eyes roll to the back of my head and my abs tense. Then my eyes snap back to hers and I push my dick back into my pants, a snarl on my lips. “That’s one of the reasons why you’ll never taste, or ride on my dick.” She goes to sit up, but I leap forward, pushing her chest so she slams back onto the counter. Her head smashes against it with a thud and she groans.

  I stand there for a few seconds, one hand on her chest to hold her down and the other on her thigh. Then slowly, I move it up, closer to her pussy. I trace my index finger over the soft part where her apex meets her upper thigh and goosebumps break out over her flesh.

  “I thought—I—th—” The bitch is panting.

  “Thought what?” I tilt my head.

  “That you just said we weren’t…”

  “Oh,” I murmur, sliding my hand over to cup her pussy. “We’re not.” I push a finger inside of her, ignoring how good her pussy tightens around my finger like a clamp. I extract it and her wet walls pull at my finger again in a deep suction.

  She moans, her thighs trying to meet my movements.

  “Be still,” I growl, biting my inner cheek. Fucking focus.

  She stills for a few seconds, but when I slowly pick up the pace again, she thrashes around. I take my bandana out of my pocket again and come up, taking my other finger out of her. Her eyes connect with mine for a second and my jaw clenches.

  “The fuck you looking at, Cub?”

  She shakes her head. “Nothing.”

  “That’s exactly right. Nothing.” Then I tie the bandana around her eyes again and step back, taking her in. Completely naked, cuffed to the back, her palm sized tits jiggling with her movements and her sharp hipbones standing high. She’s like a fucking feast, captured and ready.

  My eyes narrow, and I slowly step backward. “Be back in a second.”

  When I come back in, she’s exactly where I left her, her lips parted as she takes in deep breaths. I step closer, flicking the dagger around in my hand.

  “Aeron?” she calls out, but I don’t answer.

  I bring the blade up to her inner thigh, just above her knee and drag it up. She sucks in a breath.

  “Move even an inch, and this blade will go through your flesh like a hot knife through butter. I’d recommend against it if that’s not what you’re into.”

  Her mouth slams shut and her legs still. I continue up, grinning at the sight of this very dagger beside her skin. Unsurprisingly, she quivers every few seconds at the feeling of the cool metal. When it can’t go any higher, I spread her legs wide and bring my mouth to her folds. Drawing my tongue out, I lick her once, and then twice, maki
ng sure I connect with every single inch of the center of her pussy. Then I bring the blade to one side and open her up, her clit is throbbing, wanting in on the fucking show.

  “Aeron,” she moans my name like she’s been reciting it in her dreams.

  Maybe she has, but they’d be in her nightmares…

  Spreading her open more, I lick around her clit, flicking it a few times until her moans become incoherent. I suck on her as my other hand comes up and squeezes her nipple. Her back arches with that small amount of pain, so I squeeze it harder, using my short nails and she groans so loud her pussy vibrates around my mouth. I lick my lips and then dive my tongue into her, licking her walls like a damn ice cream cone while pressing the cool blade of the dagger up against her clit. She starts riding my face and the blade, and my cock throbs in my pants. Fuck. Releasing her from my lips, I flip the dagger around so the bone handle is upward and the blade is in my hand, then I push it inside of her pussy and she screams out again.

  “Want me to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, Cub?” I slowly sink the blade handle into her, and then bring my tongue back to her clit. Her taste is fucking addictive, but I’m no addict.

  She doesn’t answer.

  I slap her tit so hard her back flies up from the counter. “Answer me, Cub. Want me to tell you how much my cock wants to be inside of you, fucking you until you can’t fucking see straight?” Her pants become faster and her wetness is dripping down the blade, but I know she hasn’t orgasmed yet. “You gonna show me how this sweet little cunt is going to squirt?” My other hand goes back to her tit and I squeeze it again, dropping my mouth to her clit and sucking on it. I push the dagger in again and again, driving it into her. I find my hips copying the motion with every thrust, and her waist comes up to meet the dagger.

  I lean over and suck her nipple into my mouth, catching it with my teeth, and it’s the exact moment she explodes from beneath me with a scream so loud it’s probably woken Lenny.

  I tilt my head back, gazing between her thighs as her cum drips down onto the kitchen counter off the base of the blade.

  Smirking, I lift it up and bring it to her mouth. “Suck.”