by Ker Dukey
The side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. I wanted to cry that he knew what I was thinking. “I know you! But you have no idea who I am.”
My body deflated. If we didn’t know each other then there were no binds that tied us to make him more human towards me. I was just a captive to a man clearly deranged.
A chill blew gently against my exposed skin. Goosebumps scattered over my still sore flesh, making a tingle shoot through my body. I jerked from the intensity of it.
A throaty chuckle resonated from his chest and I glanced at him in shock.
His head tilted like a cat’s does when it’s curious about an object. Dipping his hand into the pocket of his slacks, he pulled a small tin out and flicked the lid with his thumb. The smell of cherries lifted from the tin, teasing my nose. The pad of his thumb skimmed over the surface before he reached towards me and swiped it across my bottom lip. It was warm and soothing, a silky smooth layer of moistness coating my parched lips.
I gasped involuntarily from his gentle touch, my eyes holding his, trying to decipher his play. Was it wrong that my whole being ached from such a tender caress? I wanted to sob and be held onto and told that everything would be okay.
My mind raced with all the instability. I didn’t have time to react when a warm palm slid up my cheek, cupping me behind the ear and bringing me forwards to crush me against the full lips I had been admiring not moments before. My body tilted into his and for a split second I allowed myself to enjoy the connection before reality morphed back in.
His scent invaded me. His warm comfort turned to the fire of the underworld, trying to corrupt me. His taste exploded on my tongue, mint and wine swirling in the wet massage as his tongue danced and explored every inch of my mouth.
Images reminded me of Maria’s mouth wrapped around his cock. My teeth clamped down as anger and confusion drowned me in what was real. This wasn’t comfort, this man had kidnapped me.
A metallic tinge hit my lips as a hand gripped my braids in one fist, dragging forcefully downwards. My head snapped backwards. My mouth opened, releasing the damaged tissue of his now swollen, bleeding lip. I stared at him and winced at the black orbs swallowing any other color, glassy and terrifying as he glared down at me.
“You kissed me back.” He seemed stunned, his eyes wide and searching which made me feel even more like a needy, dirty whore. “You like to bite?” A shadow marred his features.
I tried to shake my head to tell him no but his grip was so tight I was frightened if I moved too much I would lose the hair that was confined in his grip.
“Biting, marking, drawing blood is claiming in my world, Belle,” he breathed before pushing me forwards across the table. My stomach hit the surface, my face following. His hand pushed hard making my cheek ache on impact with the wood. The air rushed from my lungs. He was so strong, the weight of him impossible to shift. He was hard; I felt his pleasure digging into my prone ass as the rest of him covered my back.
His lips rested at my ear, taunting me. “I like to bite too!”
Tears filled my eyes and leaked out. A weak, broken cry rippled through my compressed chest. The ripping of the barely there shirt had my heart exploding into a thousand tiny shards.
Oh, God, no! My body fought against him, flipping frantically beneath him. I heard him grunt and then I was moving as he yanked me up. I spun to face him, my hand coming up and round as my body did, hitting him across the face. Fire exploded across my palm from the contact and then my own cheek smarted, my body giving way under the power of his backhanded attack. I met the floor in a crumbled mess.
Anger fueled me, making me act foolish. I knew I couldn’t win but how could I live with myself if I didn’t try? I kicked my foot out at his shin, making him swear and rush me, grasping my attacking foot so it couldn’t make a second blow.
I was dragged a few feet, the tiles making me glide on my jeans-covered ass. Before I could stop him he grasped my other foot. I wiggled to free myself but it was useless. He parted my legs, his smirk mocking me as he overpowered me. His leg lifted, pressure coming down on me from his foot. I shook my head, pleading with him. “You going to behave?” he asked, amusement coloring his tone.
I shook my head as I still fought to defy him, but said yes over and over. He dropped one ankle, leaned forward and ripped at the remaining strands of fabric left of my tee, leaving me completely topless. My nipples hardened from being met with cooler air. My hands instinctively cupped my breasts, hiding them from his amused gaze.
“Stand up,” he commanded, releasing my other foot.
I knew he saw defeat in my eyes. I was too weak, I knew I was, but I was too scared of the repercussions if I didn’t do what he asked. Maria told me he never wanted full on intercourse, so maybe if I didn’t provoke him with violence which he seemed to enjoy, he would get on with whatever he planned and permit me go back to my room.
I maneuvered my forearm to cover both breasts while I freed my other hand to help lift my body from the cold floor. I looked him in the eye, grateful my tears had dried.
“Clean your mess.”
My eyes pinched in confusion. I scanned the room but there was no mess, nothing out of place or dirty. I came back to rest on his face, shrugging in bewilderment but before I could ask what he wanted me to clean, his finger lifted to the blood still pooling from his fattened lip.
I sighed loudly, my beaten down spirit finally giving in. I stretched my free hand up towards his face but he grabbed my wrist, shaking his head. His other hand forced my arm to free my breasts, the bounce slightly drawing his attention to them. Heat sparked in his eyes like when I first arrived. “Use your tongue.”
He was disgusting. I hated him.
I closed the few inches between us and swallowed the lump strangling my throat then swiped my tongue over his mouth. He added pressure, pushing the weeping wound harder against the soft warmth of my tongue. His eyes briefly closed. I coaxed myself to cover his lip with my mouth, applying a gentle suction. The tang from his blood burst across my taste buds making me wince. He groaned, which encouraged me to continue, adding more pressure and swipes of my tongue. The warm cotton of his shirt teased my nipples. I didn’t want to feel anything but the anger; however, my body was a traitorous slut, making me despise myself more than I already did.
A gust of cool air hit my face when he pulled away from me abruptly. He guided my body towards one of the mirrored walls. “Hands up,” he growled.
I placed my hands on the glass. It was thick and not as cold as I thought it would have been, like it was made of plastic rather than glass. His weight pushed me flat against the mirror. His hands roamed down my body, tucking into the jean shorts and tugging them down, tapping at my foot to lift so he could clear them from my body.
I squeezed my eyes closed as humiliation curled deep, but I didn’t risk moving. I concentrated on breathing, in…out…in…out. Hot palms smothered my flesh. A yelp retched from my lungs as a sharp, piercing compression dug into the fleshy tissue, heat firing up my spine as the bastard bit me. A warm trickle flowed down my leg as an offering, blood for blood.
“She will always belong to me. The mind might forget but the body never forgets who truly owns it,” he said.
He stood upright, his presence encompassing me. I turned my head to see him. He was so close. I soaked in the image of my blood coating his lips. He looked like a fucking vampire, the sick asshole.
Tears threatened to fall. I was sick too because the wet between my thighs exposed me to the fact that sometime between entering and then, I had gotten aroused from his twisted game. The lights flashed out, blanketing us in complete darkness until a dim light from the other side of the mirrors bled into the room, growing brighter and highlighting male silhouettes that were looking in.
I scampered backwards but was met by the solid frame of my captor. “You’re such a dirty slut, Belle. Nothing changes with you.”
My intake of breath was so sharp I choked on the rush of air hitting my lungs too quickly. �
�I hate you, you sick bastard.”
His growl was haunting, drenching me in the nature of his reason for taking me. He hated women. He hated me, but like me, he was weak and betrayed by his body’s needs and urges. His erection pushed into me from behind. His hand roughly cupped between my legs. I grasped at his wrist on instinct, trying to pull his hand away.
“You hate me, Belle, yet your pussy leaks your truth into my hand. You want me to fuck your tight little cunt, ease the throb you have there?”
“SCREW YOU!” I sobbed.
“Mmm, that wouldn’t work for me. No-one SCREWS ME!” He emphasized the final words with authority and finality.
“I hope Maria bites your dick off,” I snarled.
His other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing to show me he could easily take my life. A small part of me longed for him to just do it. “Maria knows her place and you will too. When I shove my cock in that greedy mouth of yours, all you’ll be thinking about is how far down your compressed…” He squeezed his fist tighter, making me frantically claw at his hand, digging my nails in, “…throat my thick cock can go. I want to fuck your slutty little mouth so forcibly you choke as my cum empties straight into your stomach!” His hold loosened, making me splutter. “Good way to get protein into you.” He chuckled darkly.
My mouth hung open at his outlandish comment. “Who were those people?” My dry throat burned as I murmured my question.
He walked to the door and banged his fist against the steel panel. It clicked open. The giant filled the space. I covered my dignity the best I could from his wandering eyes. I felt the trail like a stain on my skin even after he averted his gaze. “Take her to her room. Give her a robe to wear.”
My eyes popped wide at his orders. Something so small shouldn’t have been a luxury but I wanted to thank him. The little bit of joy from something so minor conflicted with my inner war. I didn’t want to be grateful for something so trivial but I was. I wanted to cover my body and have some type of humanity and this small thing granted me that.
My lips moved with my feet. As I passed him I whispered, “Thank you.”
HER SCENT WAS ALL AROUND me, tattooing the memories of her natural essence onto my brain. The warmth of her soft, naked skin that’d had every inch touched by me was an echoing recollection replaying over and over, making my palm tingle to feel it again.
I was acting weak to my needs in front of the men who had kick-started this plan in the beginning. It was always there, plotting and festering but they had forced my hand by underestimating me.
I hated how Jonson and Davies had the audacity to mock me … ME! My head rolled from shoulder to shoulder as I tried to calm the seething boil simmering in my veins. I had proven my power to them and yet this was just the start. I brushed down the front of my shirt then adjusted my still proud cock before going to them.
“Dante! She is truly a beauty,” Jenkins said. I nodded in agreement.
“She really doesn’t recall her memory?” Davies asked.
“Nothing of who she is.”
“It’s impressive, Dante but she was hardly begging you to fuck her like you promised.” The smarmy little cunt smirked. I wanted to cut off his lips so I never had to see that cocky smirk again; however, showing anger is to show fault.
“It’s been such little time and yet she kissed me back and obeyed my command after a little foreplay.” I chuckled which was accompanied by all of theirs. I looked back at the room from which I put on the little show for them. “This is just the tip of what I have planned for her.”
I felt the creep of his presence beside me. He was a sick twisted little worm who wanted authority and respect he hadn’t earned and never would from me. He was born into money and perversion so he thought this gave him rights he didn’t have. We were men of money and we indulged in frowned upon desires but that was the only common thing that bonded us.
I was self-made; my desires were all tethered around two things. Her and revenge.
I STARED UP AT MARIA when she handed me a sandwich wrapped in Saran wrap. She nodded and smiled, encouraging me to take it from her. My eyes flicked to the small camera watching our every move. “It’s okay. It’s yours. Apparently he was pleased with your show to his friends.”
I frowned but snatched the food from her, my loud rumbling stomach not allowing me to do anything else. “Thank you.”
She shrugged and walked over to the small portable toilet in the corner of the room that had been brought in when Maria had. I diverted my gaze as she relieved herself, my cheeks blushing as the long trickle of urine into the bowl humiliated me more than it did her.
“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked her when she flushed and ran her hands under the tiny single tap beside the toilet.
She shrugged but didn’t answer me. “So Star, tell me about yourself.”
My eyes widened. We were hardly there to become friends and I still couldn’t make out where she fit into all this. “Well see, that may be a problem since I can’t even tell myself about me.”
“You still don’t remember?”
I shook my head, answering her with a gesture as I bit into the moist cheese sandwich. The filling was thin and rubbery but the way my stomach demolished it told me I was enjoying it more than I thought.
She smiled, almost secretly and I frowned at her. It was as though she was pleased I couldn’t remember anything. “Well, let’s guess.”
“I’m sorry?”
She smiled wider at me and settled herself on her bed. “Do you feel… married?”
I stared at her, what the hell? “Uhh, sorry but how does one guess at something like that?”
“I dunno. Do you feel married?” she repeated, ignoring my bewilderment.
I sighed and searched deep inside. I pulled at my heart, asking it if it was full or empty. It felt stupid but she was right, something was there, something that felt like someone owned it, someone filled it. “Well, I’m not sure if I’m married but…”
“But?”
“But it feels like my heart is happy. Does that make sense?”
Her face darkened slightly as her eyes narrowed. However, she smiled and nodded. “Yes, that makes perfect sense.”
I smiled at her, feeling lighter. Someone out there cared for me, made me happy. And through all the darkness that suffocated me, that little bit of knowledge made it almost more bearable in there.
“What’s… your favorite color?”
I closed my eyes, blowing out a puff of air. I ran the colors through my mind and smiled. “Yellow.”
Excitement bubbled through me. They were only small things but they were still parts of me I now knew. “And I like savory more than I like sweet.”
Maria tilted her head in question. “Yeah?”
“Yes! I can tell from how my mouth waters when I think of certain foods. Oh my God, thank you…”
She stiffened, her face tightening when the door opened and the man who seemed to lead everyone else stormed in. “I’m sorry, Mr Troy. I didn’t mean to…”
I stared at his angry face, his teeth sheathed behind his taut lips as I shuffled backwards on the bed until my back thudded against the wall. I couldn’t understand why he was angry. But he was – very. She called him Mr Troy. How did she know his name?
“We were just talking,” I said, worry for Maria causing me to be open and quite rude.
He nodded and smirked at me but then turned back to Maria. “Get out!”
She gawped at him, her head shaking from side to side. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“GET OUT!”
She scrambled off the bed, her ankles twisting beneath her as she attempted to remove herself from the room as quickly as possible.
He turned to me, his stare hard and cold, his narrow eyes dark and haunting. “Care to indulge?”
I frowned. “I’m sorry? Indulge what?”
He stood still, watching me with a callous expression. “Get up!”
“Ma
ke your damn mind up,” I spat out. Fuck him and his frequent demands.
I squealed, bringing my hands up to my head when he seized a section of my hair and yanked me upright. My face flung to the side when the back of his hand connected with my cheekbone. I fell sideways when he hit me again, my head banging on the side of the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted as I wiped the blood from my lip.
“You think remembering will help you out of here?”
I shook my head. “No, I was… God, I don’t know what I was doing but it was good to… to feel again.”
“You need to feel, Belle? Huh?”
What the hell was his problem?
His fingers circled my throat, his grip tight but not choking. Lifting me upright, I gasped when my back slammed against the wall. He was an inch from me, his breath hot on my face. I shivered, my body locking up when he reached further and ran his tongue down the side of my face. Pushing his hips against me, his hard erection told me this scene was turning him on.
Everything was confusing. How could hitting a woman be a turn on? How could drawing blood from someone be an aphrodisiac?
“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” I whispered as fear rendered me frozen between him and the wall.
He slid the tip of his nose along my jaw, his deep inhalations causing a ripple effect through my body, a deep throb heating my lower belly. His teeth flanked my bottom lip, his eyes securing mine as he bit gently, stunning me as the effect triggered a reaction in my body I didn’t like. “You feel me now, Star?”
I nodded, unable to form words as my body blazed in a heat I struggled to douse. Tears formed in my eyes as mortification ran deep.
His fists grabbed at my gown, pulling it open savagely. A whimper raced up my throat when he cupped my breast, his thumb causing my nipple to pebble when he slid across the taut flesh gently. “Oh,” he breathed against my neck. “You feel that, don’t you?”
“Stop it. Please,” I pleaded as more tears spilled from me. “Oh, God, please don’t do this.”
His mouth descended lower as his hand slid up the front of my neck, his fingers splaying wide. He pushed me further back against the wall, bracing me under his hold as his tongue ran across the rise of my breast. His breath chilled the dampness his tongue left. His hold on my neck tightened as his lips sealed around my erect nipple.
