The Devil's Gate

by Rue Volley

  “Wave a wand?” he said, as he toyed with me.

  I blurted it out as my voice cracked, “Masturbate, how many times?” I crossed my arms on my chest.

  “Never.”

  I lowered my hands. “Never?”

  “No.”

  I sighed as it confused me. He was so sexual and yet he never did that? How?

  “Remove something.”

  I started to take off my ring, and he shook his head. “Jewelry doesn’t count.”

  I scowled at him. “Are you just making up the rules as we go?”

  “No—remove two things.”

  I raised my hands and let them drop.

  “Seriously?”

  “You asked me two questions, Abigail.”

  “Okay, fine.”

  I pulled up my dress and reached up, gently grabbing my panties, and I took them off. I pulled them out and dropped them on the floor in front of me. Then I turned and took off my strapless bra and dropped it too.

  “I would have never expected that.”

  I tilted my head. “Why?”

  “One more question and you are naked.”

  I took a deep breath and hated the woman at the restaurant. He was right, and Valium was now officially Satan’s minion.

  “I don’t plan on losing.”

  He crossed his arms on his chest.

  “Okay—have you ever been in love?” I asked him without any hesitation.

  His facial expression changed and he said nothing. I stood there waiting and yet he had nothing to give to me. He started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off, exposing his abs that cascaded down until they smoothed out above his belt line. I bit my lip as I looked him over. His upper body was incredible, more than I could have imagined. The light from the fire played off him as if it wanted to devour him as badly as I did.

  He dropped his shirt to the floor, his blue eyes lit up from the flames in the fireplace.

  “Why are you a virgin?” he asked me and I couldn’t even speak. I was completely taken aback with the direct question. The word itself held so much weight for me. Why? So complex and yet so simple.

  “Who says that I am?”

  He grinned. “Trust me, you are.”

  “Fine, I am because no one has deserved it.”

  He started to unbutton his pants, and I tried to look away, but as he slid them off all I could see was the large bulge behind his tight, black low cut boxers. I swallowed as my eyes got caught staring at it, and he licked his lip as he looked me over.

  “Your turn, Abigail, ask me a hard one.”

  I clenched my fists and then released them as I tried to think of how this could play out. I mean, he could easily answer me, and then I am naked, or, he doesn’t,and he is naked. Either way, I’m screwed.

  “Why me, Jack?”

  He waited for a few seconds as my heart pounded in my chest. Then he spoke.

  “Because I know exactly what I want.”

  I reached up and slid the straps of my dress off each shoulder and let it drop to the floor as I stood naked before him. He walked up to me and let his eyes wander down the length of my body.

  “I’m scared,” I said as I closed my eyes, and he walked around behind me, his eyes still floating over every part of me.

  “Why, you have to know that I would never do anything to you that you didn’t ask for.”

  I bit my lip and then whispered to him.

  “That’s the problem, Jack. With you—I want it all.”

  I could hear his breath release behind me.

  CHAPTER NINE

  SAFE WORD

  I ended up on my knees. He asked; I obeyed. It wasn’t aggressive in nature, but I welcomed it just as I welcomed the thought of his control over the situation. I craved it as badly as I craved his touch and need for me. Two creatures from two different worlds coming together as one.

  I sat there; hands delicately resting on my naked thighs, heart racing, body humming as he let his fingers run through the back of my hair. He lowered behind me and pushed my hair aside. Bringing his lips to the curve of my neck. I could feel his breath on me and I closed my eyes, ready to feel the sensation of his soft skin against my own. He parted them and bit down, I flinched, the pain sending a small wave through me, he eased, the pain started to subside. He left a mark on me. I could tell from the sheer pressure of it. Branding me, once again, but not so permanent as the needle had been. He rested on his knees, moved forward and leaned against me from behind. I started to lift a hand, but his quickly came down on both of mine and held them in place on the tops of my thighs. I breathed as he did. My hardened nipples rising and falling as his chest pressed against my back and then released.

  He grazed the edge of my ear with his lips, his whisper low and yet spoke volumes to me.

  “You need to pick a word.” I was confused, but wanted to please him.

  I looked down at his hands on mine. “A word?”

  “Yes, one word that tells me when to stop.”

  “Stop what?” I asked as he let out a sigh.

  “Stop—pleasing you.”

  I smiled, the words pleasing me sounded enticing. “I have no idea why I would need a word to keep you from doing anything to me.”

  He laughed as he gripped my hands tightly on my thighs. “I may get… excited. Push you too far, you need to protect yourself and set a boundary, not only for you, but for me, Abigail.”

  “What exactly are you planning on doing to me?”

  I scooted forward, and I could feel his hardness behind me. It sent me into a state of euphoria. Everything about him drew me in. It was as if he was built and designed specifically for me. My wants, my desires. Anything hidden, but now exposed. He forced it all to the surface, so the idea of him pushing me aroused me more than I expected it to.

  “If you don’t pick a word then I won’t know when to stop.”

  I looked around the room and eyed the table of toys, the bed with straps on it. The wheel, some Catherine lady who obviously had a strange idea about sex.

  “Okay, Jack. My word is ‘more’.”

  He laughed under his breath. “More is a very confusing word. Wouldn’t you feel better with something like ‘stop’, perhaps?”

  I let the edge of my lip curl up. He brought this out in me. A side of myself that was completely freed of any inhibition. Of course more was a contradiction, but perhaps whatever he had in mind would make me beg for more. I almost wished that it would.

  “No, I like ‘more’. That’s my word.”

  He stood up, jerking my wrists along with him. He turned me to him and I stared at his chest. My eyes could barely rise, but when they did, I saw him looking down at me like some predatory animal, his eyes darker, and his jaw firm. He was ready, but was I? I had no experience with this at all, but my curiosity for him drove me to the edge of my sanity. With him, I was more, and maybe that’s why I chose the word to begin with.

  He backed us up, I almost stumbled, then he let me go and looked at the bed.

  “Crawl up onto the bed—slowly.”

  I turned and lifted my leg, pulling myself up and being careful to do it as slowly as I could. I wanted to please him and yet again, it pleased me too. Something about being told what to do was exciting me even more.

  “Stop,” he whispered to me. I froze on all fours. He walked to the table, pausing for a moment as if he may be collecting himself. He placed one tight, black leather glove on and adjusted it. Then the other. The second had small silver spikes on the palm. He turned to me as I tried to look back at him. “No, Abigail. Look straight ahead.”

  I turned my head and bit my lip. He stepped up behind me. He placed the non-spiked glove to my side, and I flinched. My back arched, I couldn’t help it. He looked me over, his eyes gliding down my back, inspecting every curve. Floating over the edge of my rounded hip and then back to my shoulders. His thumb moved slowly on my side, the leather felt soft to the touch, inviting and just as I let it soothe me, he placed the s
piked glove to my other side and I winced. The spikes were cold and hard to the touch, causing a clash of emotions as his soft hand mirrored his harsh one. He gently moved the spikes in the palm of his hand on my side. I squirmed a bit and as soon as I did, he hit me, open-handed on the ass with his soft leather glove. I arched my back, my lips parted, a moan escaped me. A sound I had never heard before. The sting of his soft glove sending shock waves through me. I slowed my breathing as his spiked hand moved again, he pressed a little harder, I moved, he hit me on the ass, the red hand mark left behind slowly sinking into me. I could feel him as if he was inside and searching for something to take from me.

  “Everything has consequences, Abigail. That is how life is, an act and a reaction. Some people can submit to it and some can’t.”

  I nodded as I listened to his words. Every one of them digging their way into my psyche, speaking to me as a long lost lover would. I believed; I wanted him to push me, push me far beyond what I thought I could handle and into a new place. A place I could go with only him at my side.

  “I want…”

  He hit my ass, and I cried out in pleasure. “I’m speaking.”

  I closed my eyes and let him go on, it wasn’t out of fear, it was out of need.

  He dug the spiked hand into my skin; the spikes were not sharp enough to cut me, but enough to leave their small marks behind. I grit my teeth as he rubbed his soft leather glove over the rounded curve of my ass, tending to the sting that lingered. The back and forth, pleasure and pain was making me wet. I could feel it just as I could feel my heart beat deep inside, where I wanted him to be.

  “Turn over,” he whispered to me. I complied. I lay back as he climbed over me, staring down, not touching me as I so wanted him to do. Instead, he watched my lips. My breathing increased; his didn’t. He was controlling everything. Everything in himself, and now, in me.

  He lifted his soft leather glove and ran his thumb along my bottom lip; I closed my eyes, gripping the black sheet beneath me. It took everything inside of me to not beg him to just kiss me, give me something more. Touch me, even if it meant painfully. I wanted it; I wanted him.

  He sat up and removed his gloves. Then he moved me as if I weighed nothing at all. He jerked one of my arms up and secured me, the leather strap fur-lined on the inside, but the grip tight. I flexed my fingers as he pulled my other arm up and restrained it just as he had the first one.

  I stared at him, my heart raced. I had never been laid out in front of anyone like this before. So exposed, so utterly helpless and at his mercy. He leaned up, close to my lips; I almost moved forward, but he was controlling this, not me. I understood the game now, even as pieces of myself unraveled and lay before him. This was who I am. The real me, the one who submitted to his will. My defiance screamed inside of me as my lust beat it down with a hard fist. How could I have known that this would define me? That this was what lurked in my closet.

  “Tell me what I am, Abigail.”

  I paused as horribly nasty thoughts engulfed my mind. “Jack,” I whispered to him.

  He touched his lip with his thumb and I could do nothing but stare on, wetness climbing between my legs and my nipples erect. Apparently, he could see that I was beyond the ability to have any rational conversations with him at this point. I had crossed over with a bit of help from the rum and Valium, but more than that, it was just him.

  “No, look at me. What do you see?”

  I looked into his bright blue eyes, intense, animalistic, and mysterious. He was everything I had ever wanted, rolled into one.

  “I see—everything I want.”

  He leaned back and picked up a black blindfold. He slipped it over my head and covered my eyes as my heartbeat fluttered. Now I could see nothing and yet he asked me again.

  “Abigail, what do you see?”

  I focused on his voice, tried to stop the memories from invading my mind. The bus, him laying on top of me. The kiss, the kitchen counter and then the pain. I parted my lips as I felt a clamp on my right nipple, and it tightened. I gritted my teeth and held back the want to cry out. I refused. His hand gently cupped my other breast, his thumb moving across my nipple. He leaned in and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he spoke to me. “What do you see?”

  He bit into my nipple, his teeth sharp and I flinched. I spoke, unable to stop myself. My head back, as I jerked on the straps holding my arms in place. “Me—I see myself!” I yelled out, half out of breath as he stopped biting me and leaned back. He reached up and touched my face, his finger moving over my lip and then slipping inside so that I could suck on it.

  “Good, Abigail.” He paused and reached down between my legs. He spread them wide as I sucked in my breath. I had dreamed of this, I knew there would be pain. But now that I had realized what pain did to me, I knew that this would be so much more than I could have ever imagined. He moved forward and leaned down. His lips mere inches from my clit. I flinched again as he spread my lips and blew on me. I bit my lip. My ass moved; I was aching so badly for him that I wanted just to tell him to take me. I didn’t care that I couldn’t see him; I didn’t care that my arms were restrained. All of it heightened the experience.

  “Now, what am I?”

  I took a breath as he extended his tongue and let the tip of it touch me. “Oh, Jack,” I whispered as he moved it in a circular motion and my stomach tightened. He stopped and asked me again.

  “Abigail, what am I?”

  I leaned, arching my back just a little as he kept my lips spread with his fingers.He leaned in and again; his tongue moved slowly as if he was savoring every bit of me. I moaned. “Answer me, what am I? He sucked on my clit and pulled it, then released me as the moan escaped my lips.

  “Mine,” I said as he stopped and sat up in front of me. He leaned in as I sat very still. I could feel his face close to mine. His breath had quickened.

  “Wrong, what am I?” he asked as his hand lowered, and he shoved two fingers into me, only an inch, but I moaned as my back arched.

  “Jack—I.”

  He pressed forward an inch and a half now. “Oh baby, you are so tight, it makes me want to fuck you so badly.” He whispered into my ear. He let his thumb gently rub my clit in a circular motion. I cried out as he simply left his two fingers inside of me, not moving them at all. I would have done almost anything in the world for him to just take them all the way and claim me. He started to spread his two fingers apart as I cried out his name. I could hear him as he tried to control his own breathing. His words came out as if he was trying to catch his breath. It only intensified my pleasure.

  “Abigail, tell me. What am I? Who could make you feel this way? Am I something that has lurked in the shadows your whole life, watching you, waiting—what does that make me?”

  He pressed forward; he was two inches inside now. The pain started to rise in me. I arched my back even further as the word escaped me; I screamed it as if it had always owned me, always lurked right behind me, over my shoulder.

  “Monster!”

  He bit my bottom lip and I moaned. I moved my hips, and he kissed me, shoving his tongue deep inside, aggressive, harder than he ever had before. He was truly showing me what he was, the monster that he claimed to be. He started to move his fingers back and then stopped as he pressed forward; I said the one thing I should never have as I whispered, my lips quivering uncontrollably, “More.”

  He stopped and moved back from me. A small grin curling the edge of his full lip, he undid one of my wrists, then the other, I pulled my blindfold up and looked at him. My face shining with the sudden sweat; my hair matted to my forehead. One string of it rolling in between my breasts and racing downwards.

  “Jack.”

  “Are you hungry, Abigail? I could eat.”

  I watched him rise; he got dressed as I pulled my legs up and wanted to cry. I understood now that my word had actually betrayed me.

  We sat in the car as the driver brought food to the window. Jack grinned as he took
the bag and turned to me. Placing it on the seat and opening it up. He smelled the air and then pulled out a hamburger; he held it out to me as I scowled at him. I took it, but with complete disdain. He grinned and pulled the second burger out and unwrapped the white packaging.

  “This is horrible for you, but I swear, it’s the best guilty pleasure in the city.”

  I shook my head as I lowered it to my lap. “I’m not that hungry.”

  He took a bite and chewed, smiling at me as I refused to match his enthusiasm. He was bullshit.

  “Abigail, you drank, you should eat. Otherwise, you will regret it in the morning. That rum is strong.”

  I opened the burger and stared at it. It did smell amazing. I took a tiny bite and chewed, he was right; it tasted amazing. A definite heart attack in waiting. I swallowed and then looked up at him. “It’s good, I’ll give you that.”

  He nodded to me and swallowed his bite. His jaw flexed and relaxed, over and over again as I tried to push the previous crazy memories out of my mind. He had tricked me. He probably knew that my only answer would have to be that of more. Who wouldn’t beg for it with his fingers inside of them? Especially me.

  I adjusted on the seat and took another bite, trying to act as normal as I could. “You’re right. I should eat. I drank and took a Valium earlier; I’m sure that my stomach would be—“

  “What?” he asked me as he lowered his burger and stared at me. I raised an eyebrow. “I drank and took a Valium.”

  “Where did you get that? Is that something that you do?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “No, I got it from the girl in the bathroom—at the restaurant.”

  “God damn it.” he muttered as he licked his thumb and called up to the driver.

  “We can go.” He said, his tone firm and lacking any compassion. I sat there feeling awkward as he turned and closed himself off to me with his body language.

  “Jack?” I leaned forward. “What’s wrong?”

  He looked at me, and his expression was that of disgust. “Do you know how stupid that is, Abigail?”

  I opened my mouth, but he didn’t even give me a chance to say anything. “It’s selfish, idiotic and immature.”