Mr. X

by Clarissa Wild

  I laugh, march toward her and jerk the showerhead out of her hands, throwing it away. Grabbing her wrist, I drag her out of the bathroom and throw her on the bed. She struggles, but I keep her down with my body. There are metal cuffs attached to my bed that I installed myself and are there for a very specific reason, and I intend to use them right now.

  I force her wrists inside and close the lock, taking the key, and then I flip her body around.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You disobeyed me,” I growl.

  She whimpers as I move down to her legs, spreading them wide, and restrain her ankles too.

  “You called someone. Did I give you permission to do that?” I tear off her panties, making her squeal. “Answer me!”

  “No.”

  “Then why did you do it? Do you like defying my orders?”

  I smack her ass with a flat hand. Her squeal is raw. It’s like honey to me.

  “I told you not to anger me.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whines. “I won’t do it again.”

  “Damn right you won’t.” I smack the other ass cheek as well. Her squeal is a little less high this time, but still very appetizing to hear.

  “I also told you to get out of these clothes. You didn’t. You have to be punished.”

  “What?” she gasps, lifting her head.

  I move to her side and push her head down in the pillow. “Don’t … look at me.”

  Fury is coursing through my veins, but it’s not just her I’m angry about. She defied me, yes, but what I found in that cabin was far, far worse than I could have imagined. She’s the one to pay for it now.

  I know just the way. I don’t intend to take her body unless she willingly offers it to me. Otherwise it’s not a victory. No, I will make her see what she’s done. Make her see the errors in her ways.

  I slip off the bed and take off my jacket, draping it over the chair near the door. She turns her head and looks at me. “What are you doing?”

  “Waiting.”

  “For what?”

  “For the one you just called.”

  Her eyes widen, and it makes me smile. Oh, how I love seeing the dread in her eyes. She knows what’s coming.

  I take off my holster and place it on the chair. Then I slowly unbuckle my belt, slipping it out of the knots as she blinks. This is going to be fun.

  ***

  Jay

  Friday, August 16th, 2013. 11:25 a.m.

  “Twenty.”

  He makes me count each time his hand comes down. When I don’t count along properly, I have to begin again. He said he won’t stop until I reach his number. Whatever number that may be. I’ve lost count many times. Sometimes I think it’s because of the fact that I’m a prisoner on this bed. Sometimes I think it’s because I’m actually starting to like it.

  I’m losing it. I’m losing myself. My freedom. My body.

  He’s claimed it all.

  Even when I say he didn’t, I know he did. I’m lying to myself when I say I hate this. My body has begun to adjust itself to his touch. When his hand strikes, I no longer feel pain. All I feel is release. Release from the fear, the anxiety, the regret. I can let go and let myself be in the moment. I don’t know why it has this effect on me.

  He grabs the belt that was draped over the chair and folds it. My heartbeat rises as he steps closer. I can already feel the leather before it hits my ass. It burns and stings, but at the same time sets all my nerves on fire. It courses through my body like lightning, zinging on my skin. Even my pussy seems to come alive because of it.

  I don’t want it to, but I have no control. Not anymore.

  His strikes are fast and wicked like the way he grins. I take the time to look him in the eye as he does this, showing him that I don’t intend to give up, even if my body has. I know it’s betrayed me, because I can feel my clit responding to the lashes. It’s not a beating, but a punishment, and I realize that this is what he wanted. He wanted me to feel this way. This is his way of making me feel bad, because he knows I’ll feel ashamed of my body. He won’t damage his property; he just wants to make me feel.

  And in this moment I realize he makes me feel because he doesn’t want to feel. He’s escaping his own emotions by forcing them upon me.

  I won’t give it to him. I refuse to be his puppet. He can have my body. I’ve dropped the idea that I’ll ever get that back. However, he won’t have my heart and mind. I won’t allow it.

  “Hmmm …” He groans as his hand slips over my ass. “Red … it’s such a nice color … it suits you well.”

  His hand moves from my ass to my back, sliding all the way up to my shoulder as he stands in front of me. “Can you see how much I love watching you like this?”

  He bucks his hips, showing me the bulge in his pants. I try to turn my head, but he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

  “You don’t get to turn away.”

  He leans in and presses his damp lips on mine. I don’t resist. I don’t have the energy and I know it’s useless. I’m under his command, and the only thing I can do is do as he says. If I let him think he has me under his thumb, he’ll get easier with me, and maybe I’ll get the opportunity to slip away then. Gain his trust before betraying it. But in order to do that, I have to give him what he wants, and what he wants is me.

  So I give in to his lips and let him kiss me. At first I’m scared, repulsed, but as the seconds pass I notice a change. He’s softer and gentle, his lips slowly coaxing me to open my mouth. He’s much nicer to me now that I’m more willing, and it’s a relief. That, and I recognize something.

  This kiss, it feels so familiar, and yet I don’t know why.

  How can you recognize something you’ve never felt before? Was he speaking the truth when he said he knew me? Have I really forgotten it all?

  But this kiss is so … soothing … and that’s so wrong. Why do I feel this way? How is it that I feel relieved by his kiss? It makes no sense, and it pisses me off.

  He retreats and licks his lips with a look in his eye that screams ‘I want to fuck you.’ But then he smiles and wipes his thumb along my lips. “Angry, little bird?”

  “Hardly,” I say, as blandly as I can. Angry is what he’s looking for. I won’t give him that satisfaction.

  “You say that, but you don’t mean it. In fact, you hate it that your body loves this.”

  “I do not.”

  “I disagree.” He slides his hand along my spine, following the curves of my body until he reaches my ass, and then he slips down my thighs. His hand is between my legs, feeling the warmth.

  A devious smile appears on his face. “I can tell when a woman likes pain.”

  I clench my teeth, because I want to say ‘fuck you,’ but I know that’ll only give him more strength. If I stop fighting him, I can give him the illusion that he’s won.

  He starts spanking me again. I hiss from the pain. After he passes thirty, he stops. It feels like my body is in shock, numb from the pain. Numb from delirium. The mattress dents under his weight as he steps onto the bed. The belt lands on my ass cheeks again, but this time it’s soft. With it X caresses me, sliding it up toward my back. But then he wraps it around my neck.

  I choke as he pulls my head back while he kneels on top of me, almost sitting down on my back. “Have you learned your lesson, little bird?”

  “Yes …” I gargle.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes!” I wheeze.

  “Good.” His low voice hums in my ear as he hovers close. “Don’t forget who owns you now. Every inch of you is mine. I possess your body, your mind, and your soul.”

  He jerks the belt over my head again, freeing me from the constraint around my neck. I cough and slurp in the air like a junkie craving drugs. I am an addict. Not just for coke, but for my life too. And now it’s all in his hands.

  X unlocks the cuffs around my wrists while still sitting on top of me. I can’t move, even if I try. His hands slide from my arms
down my body, so gentle that it surprises me. His fingers curl around my stomach, and he turns me around underneath him. The first thing I see is his scar. The burned skin around his fake eye. The hideous lash marks left on his face.

  I hate the way he stares at me, so blank, so emotionless. His face hovers right in front of mine, so close I can feel his breath on my skin.

  Then he locks my hands in the cuffs again. Adrenaline shoots through my body, heating me up, preparing me for the pain. With his hands still on my wrists, he comes closer and closer, his lips right above mine. I close my eyes, waiting for him to do as he wishes.

  “Open your eyes, Jay. Look at me just as I have looked at you all these years.”

  My eyes burst open.

  “Yes, Jay … Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me.” He bites his lip. “Can you feel the burn from my hand and belt on your ass? Can you?” His command is harsh and loud.

  I nod quickly, blinking away the tears as he comes even closer.

  “Live the pain just like I have. Learn to love it, just like I was forced to.” His tongue darts out to lick my upper lip like a snake scenting the air. “Hmmm …” His eye rolls back into his head. “You smell of fear.” When his head turns back to me goose bumps riddle my body. “Love it.”

  Suddenly a phone rings. I jolt up from the scare. A smirk quirks up on X’s face, as if he’s just been handed sweet candy.

  He pushes himself off me and rummages in the jacket hanging from the chair. He fishes out a cell phone and takes the call. “Yes? Oh, the girl is here?” X glances at me, smiling when my eyes widen. “Good. Tell her to come up. I’ve been waiting for her.” He puts the phone back into the pocket of his jacket, all while keeping his eye on me.

  “What are you going to do to her?” I ask.

  He cocks his head and pauses. “I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.” His lips curl up into a wicked smile. “You know, I have this amazing new toy, I call it the mini-chainsaw.”

  Bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it down. “Are you fucking nuts?”

  “Yes, hadn’t we established that already?” he muses as he walks to the window.

  “You can’t do that! She’s my friend,” I say.

  He fishes a key from his pocket and unlocks the handle, opening it. The cold breeze makes me shiver. He opens it wide.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You look a bit ill, Jay. You could do with some air.”

  When there’s a knock on the door, his face darkens. His eye blazes with a devilish fire. He marches toward the door while I struggle with my bonds, trying to free myself. As he opens the door, horror settles in my eyes, but also hers.

  “You?” Hannah stammers.

  “Yes, me.” X grabs both her arms and pulls her inside, slamming the door behind her.

  “Please, X, no!” I scream as he drags her through the room.

  “Let me go!” Hannah screams. “What are you doing? I did nothing wrong! We had a deal.”

  X’s brows lower. “The deal is cancelled.”

  Deal? What deal?

  “What? You can’t do that!” Hannah snaps.

  “Oh, but I can.”

  He pushes her toward the other end of the room. She isn’t strong enough to fight back. Just like me, she’s left to his mercy. “No! Don’t do this, please. Don’t hurt her,” I beg, trying to make the blow softer.

  However, nothing, nothing, prepares me for the shock.

  He shoves her out of the window and steps aside, closing it before I can hear her body splatter on the ground.

  “Seduce my mind so you can have my body, find my soul and I'm yours forever.” - Anonymous

  Chapter 9

  X

  That rotten bitch got what she deserved.

  Jay is screaming and crying at the same time, jerking on the chains that keep her where she belongs. She’s out of it. I don’t get why she’s so hung up on that girl. She was not her friend. If only she knew.

  “Why? Why?” she yells.

  “Because I can.”

  “You killed her!”

  “Yes.” I lock the window again and turn around. “She had to die.”

  “Bullshit!” She jerks on the chains again in a fit of rage, spitting curse words.

  “You’ll understand.”

  “Fuck you! The hell I will!”

  I clench my teeth. “You will.”

  “Why would I? She was my friend! And you … you threw her out of the window.”

  “Be glad that’s all I did,” I scoff. “She deserved to be cut, just like all those other motherfuckers.”

  Her jaw drops and she frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Jesus, I thought she’d heard what we were talking about, but she really is clueless. It pisses me off that she doesn’t see it.

  “Don’t you fucking get it?” I say, shaking my head. “I was fucking merciful compared to what I would have done to any other bitch if she’d done the things your friend did!”

  “Merciful? Is that what you call murdering people?” she spits.

  My self-control evaporates at her ignorance. “I gave her a quick death. A way out. You don’t even fucking know what she did. You think you can call her your friend? Wrong!”

  “What?” she gasps. “What are you talking about?”

  “She. Was. A. Spy,” I say through gritted teeth. “For me.”

  Her lips part and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t respond. All she does is stare at me, her eyes watery. Time has temporarily stopped for her. The realization of it all hits her like a brick in the face. I can almost see the cogs inside her head twist and turn at this discovery. It’s a marvelous sight to see.

  “She was the one who got you into that whorehouse. She was the one who got you addicted. She was the one who constantly set you up with difficult clients. She was the one who brought you Billy.”

  I can barely mention his name without wanting to rip someone’s throat out. Hannah didn’t listen to me when I told her what I wanted and how I wanted it. She fucked up every single fucking time. And now this. Of course I got tired of her.

  Jay’s lip quivers and a tear runs down her cheek.

  “The world is not nice, Jay. There is no such thing as innocent people. Only evil ones and those who punish them.”

  “And what category do you fall in?”

  Her question is wonderful. I grin. “Both.”

  Tears run freely over her face now, her eyes shining like glinting daggers. From her big sigh I can tell it must feel like she just got a dagger to the heart. I can relate to that.

  “But … she was my friend.”

  “And a liar,” I add.

  Her eyes narrow. “What did she want from you? Why would she resort to such things?”

  “Let’s just say I can be very … persuasive …” I pick up the holster lying on the chair and show it to Jay. “Her life was mine, just like yours is now. She was indebted to me. She just paid it off.”

  “By dying?”

  “Yes, well, that’s what happens when you defy the orders you were given.” I smile.

  “I don’t care. She was my friend …”

  “Don’t you fucking say that,” I say. “She was not your friend.”

  “Oh, and you are?” she shouts. “All you’ve done is chain me up and hurt me!”

  “You have no fucking clue how much pain I’ve been through just for you.” I sniff loudly, taking in a huge gulp of air to maintain my calm. “All because of you.”

  I can’t look at her anymore. Can’t witness the disgust on her face. Don’t want to see the unjust look in her eyes. I am not unjust. I do what must be done. The way she looks at me infuriates me. How she’s forgotten everything ruins me. I hate her. I fucking hate her.

  And I want her to be mine forever. Even if it costs me everything.

  I will fuck her senseless until I’ve got my fill, and I will make her pay for everything she caused. She won’t get out of this
one with her soul intact. I’ll claim it all. Her body. Her mind. Her heart. Her soul. She’s mine.

  I thought it was enough to watch her suffer from a distance.

  I was wrong.

  ***

  Saturday, July 12th, 2008. 3:00 p.m.

  The sun is hot and unforgiving. I’m baking like a cake in the oven right now, but I guess that’s a price that must be paid for taking on a job for a rich family. At least I don’t have to worry about not getting paid, but fuck, these politicians are nasty. I never expected her to become the target of their dirty games.

  Something blocks my sun, so I look up and take off my cap.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask, sighing. “Get back into the water.”

  “Aren’t you grumpy,” she says, and she promptly sits down on my wooden lounge bed.

  “Where’s your guard?”

  She shrugs and dips her feet into the sand and gazes up into the sky, flaunting her chest. Of course I can’t help but indulge myself with a look. They’ve grown. So has something else.

  “Go do what you want and leave me be,” I say, trying to ignore the flimsy red bikini she’s wearing.

  “Why? I want to stay here with you,” she says, with a smile so cheeky it makes me want to grab her and show her why it would be a mistake.

  “You wanted to go to the beach. Now go. I’m staying here.”

  “Hmmm … you know I won’t do that. You should be enjoying the water too.”

  “No, you know the rules. You have a guard.”

  “Screw the rules! Forget about the guard. Let’s have fun. Come swim with me.” She grabs my hand and tries to drag me up. Of course it doesn’t work. She’s no match for my strength. Instead, I pull back so hard she stumbles and lands on top of me. Her tits are right in my face.

  For a moment I contemplate rubbing my face against them, kissing them, but then I remember. This isn’t going to end well.

  She pushes herself up on her elbows, a flush appearing on her cheeks. “Crap.”