Target This

by Lily White

  “Lucas!”

  After screaming out his name, I listened again hoping to hear his approaching steps. And once again, there was absolutely nothing. My heart was pounding and I tried to adjust my eyes more, but I couldn’t make out a thing. I grew more disoriented, and the passage of time was no longer linear, as if I was trapped in the same moment with nothing happening; no sound, no light, no movement of any kind. When my panic had been built, and when I was on pins and needles waiting for anything to happen, the door creaked and I jerked my head upward, squinting to see if someone had entered the room.

  “Lucas?”

  Not even a whisper responded to my call. “LUCAS!” I screamed out his name until my throat was sore. Coughing, I noticed that tears had welled in my eyes. I didn’t know how much time had passed; I was stuck in some fucking room with no means to find my way out. I was growing horribly impatient, unable to accept that I was going to be left here. What was going on? Why hadn’t he returned? My head swam with the effects of the alcohol and my rushing blood made me feel even woozier than I previously had, but my mind was wide awake, despite the lethargic state of my body.

  “Lucas, please! Answer me!”

  I was crying, the tears streaming down, slipping over my cheeks to fall along my jaw. Ever since I’d been a child, I’d been afraid of the dark. It was always some silly childhood belief that the shadows were where evil lurked, waiting for a soul to be pulled from the light where they could be trapped and never released. It was the reason for the lights I’d always had burning in my back yard. Not only did they illuminate the shadows created by trees on a moonless night, but they also cast a soft ambient light through the windows, always keeping my house lit to a point where I could see everything in the room.

  And now, here I was: disoriented, weak, and trapped alone within suffocating darkness. “Please…” My begging word trailed off with my tears. The door creaked again and I jumped.

  “Lucas, please tell me that’s you. What is going on?” I listened for steps, for breathing, for another sound that told me someone was in the room and I cried harder when there was nothing. Bending over myself, I heard something switch on above me. Cold air fell down on my body, completely covering me until I was shivering where I sat. The air conditioning vent rattled and I could hear the air pour from the vents. The white noise became overpowering. It was the only sensation I had besides touch and after only a few seconds, it was drowning out my own thoughts.

  I couldn’t take anymore. My heart felt like it would come through my chest, every muscle in my body tense with the unnerving situation. I started to lie down on the floor, my tears still spilling from my eyes, my sides cramping from the force of my sobs. But then – THEN – there was something, a small sound that repeated itself. I quieted down, listening hard, hoping it was Lucas finally come to take me out of this room.

  “Fuck you!”

  I straightened more at the sound; it was so weak I couldn’t tell whose voice I’d heard.

  “Lucas?!” I screamed again, hoping to hear him answer, hoping that the noise I’d heard had been him first entering the halls. “Hello?!” My voice was strained and my words came out weak and shrill.

  “Lucas! Please no!”

  There it was again, louder this time. My breath caught and I sat straight up on my knees. It was a female’s voice that I heard, of that I was sure, but I still couldn’t make out the direction of the sound or if it was a voice I’d heard before. I immediately thought of Sarah and wondered if she’d returned to find Lucas at the house.

  “Lucas stop!”

  My body froze as my heart jumped into my throat. I couldn’t tell before, couldn’t make out the tone and accent in the words. But this time, now that it appeared closer, I recognized the voice, and I screamed out as soon as I heard it.

  “Mary Beth!”

  I pushed up to get on my feet, slipping once and banging my knee back down on the hard surface of the floor. Pushing up again, I balanced myself on my bound hands, finally lifting myself into a standing position when both of my feet were flat against the floor. “Mary Beth? Answer me!”

  Fear rolled along my skin and anger caused my pounding blood to boil. Why was she here, why was she crying? I could hear her tears in her words, the terror and panic in her voice. Moving forward, I reached out in front of me until my hands met the wall. I slid them along until I found the opening to the door. Listening again, I thought I heard something to my right, so I slipped into the hallway, continuing to slide my hand along the doorway until my hands met the knobs of the doors. One after the other they were locked and eventually, the wall gave way and I was dumped to the ground where another hallway intersected.

  “Mary Beth? Lucas?” I called out from the floor. My chest was heaving with my breath and my nerves hummed with anxiety. A sheen of sweat had broken out on my skin and the air that pumped through the vents became like ice over my naked body. Pushing myself up, I leaned my back against the wall, reaching down with my hands to see if I could tell if it was bleeding. My hands didn’t meet the liquid warmth and I realized that the hard landing would only cause a bruise. I slid my legs out in front of me, too tired to push back up.

  I closed my eyes, desperate to slow my breathing when a large hand gripped painfully around my ankle, pulling me from the wall until I was sliding down the hall on my back.

  I screamed with everything I had, kicking my legs attempting to break the person’s hold. “Let go!” I didn’t know who had me and I was too worked up to think clearly. “Lucas, let go!” I assumed it was him, hoped it was him, but when I heard the scream again, panic flooded my system that the person who held me might not be Lucas after all.

  “Please stop! Please! It hurts, Lucas! Please stop!”

  It was Mary Beth’s voice again. I was sure this time because it sounded like it was coming from a room in the opposite direction of where I was being dragged. I kicked out again and suddenly, the hand let me go, my foot falling painfully to the floor beneath me. I couldn’t hear footsteps walking away and I couldn’t see anything, not even the shadow of his body. I didn’t know if he stood next to me and I didn’t know if he’d left the hall. My muscles quivered with fear, my body shook with anticipation. I was sure of one thing and one alone, I would not be made a fucking victim, I would not just sit there and let that monster come back for me again.

  A hand brushed my arm from the opposite direction and I instantly pushed up on my feet, running quickly through the halls.

  “Please…”

  I heard the voice again and it sounded like it was coming from the door to my right. Turning quickly, I slid my hand down the rough surface of the wood until the metal handle was cold against my palm. Pushing down, I expected another locked door, but when it clicked and the door flew open, I stumbled, falling once again to my knees. “Mary Beth?”

  I didn’t know what caused it, and I wasn’t prepared for what happened after I opened that door. A brilliant light turned on suddenly, the brightness of which blinded me, causing me to fall back just as a horrible sound blared. I tried to cover my ears, but remembered that my hands were bound. I was flat on my back, completely disoriented, every sense stripped from me. Desperate to get away, I laid flat on my back, pushing at the floor with my feet. Finally getting back into the hallway, I noticed that the light started to flash like a strobe just as a hand reached for me again, a body falling on top of me and hands reaching down to fondle my breasts. I screamed as I moved to kick at my attacker, but he was gone before I could land a blow. I looked down the hallway hoping to catch sight of his retreating form, but there was nothing. And then suddenly the light turned off and the sound stopped and I was returned to the numbing sensation of being blind and deaf – no light, no sound – absolutely fucking nothing.

  I forced myself to my feet, refusing to lie down and allow the attacker to find me again. Moving through the halls, I turned left and right, continually finding dead ends and more turns. I realized as I moved, I wouldn’t rec
ognize the door that led to the stairs in the house and I cried at how pathetic I felt. I wanted to know where Lucas had gone, I wanted to find Mary Beth and I wanted to get the fuck out of the nightmare I’d suddenly been cast into.

  I found a doorway and fell inside it, searching the walls for any type of light switch, ANYTHING that would help me figure out where I was or who was after me.

  A hand was suddenly in my hair and I was dragged to the floor as another hand wrapped over my mouth containing the scream that poured from my lungs.

  Lucas

  Her breath pushed heavily against my palm as I held her down, keeping her flailing legs from catching me on any part of my body.

  “Shhhhh…” I attempted to calm her but she continued to yell. “Autumn, stop! It’s Lucas, I have you. Stop fucking screaming!”

  Just when I thought she’d calmed, I loosened my hold only to feel her teeth sink into the skin between my fingers and thumb.

  I hissed out a breath, smiling to feel the pain of her bite. “You want to bite me, little girl? Two can play this game.” Bending over, I found the hard tip of her breast and bit down just enough to make her yelp and let go of my hand. Pushing my tongue out farther, I licked to ease the pain before sucking the tip into my mouth. She squirmed beneath me, but stilled when I placed my hand between her legs.

  Pulling my head up, I kissed up her neck, noticing how her body trembled beneath me. “I told you not to move. I hope you don’t think you can get away with breaking my rules.”

  I could hear the sobs escape her chest; I could feel her pulse racing through her veins. She was terrified and I luxuriated in having taught her the first lesson. Had she never left the room, had she remained in place as I’d instructed, she wouldn’t have been met with the horrors of the floor. But I knew my little rabbit was too curious a creature to stay put and I’d purposefully placed roadblocks that would prevent her from discovering my secrets.

  Pulling her from the floor to cradle her to my body, I rocked back and forth in an attempt to soothe the demons from her thoughts. When she refused to calm down, when her hysterics had driven her to a point where she was catatonic, I picked her up and carried her back to the room where I’d originally left her. Stepping in, I looked at the lit candles strewn about the floor in the room. In the center of the room a swing, made up of several straps that crossed together, hung from the chandelier that I had reinforced when the house was built. I placed Autumn on her feet and watched as her eyes searched the room. She turned back to me and fainted.

  …

  “Welcome back.”

  Her eyes blinked open and her head looked heavy on her shoulders. Her body jerked as soon as her conscious mind was met with the sight before her.

  “Lucas?” A shaky word spoken with a broken voice. She’d only been out for twenty minutes and the alcohol that had coursed through her system and mixed with her fear still slowed down her mind and body.

  “Yes, beautiful. I’m glad to have you back. You had me worried.”

  Tears started next and I could see the flickering light of the candles reflect off of each individual drop that rolled along her cheek. “What just happened? What is going on in this house?!” Her sobs erupted again and I pushed off of the shadowed wall where I stood in front of her. On my body were the black silk pants I wore to bed and nothing else. I left my chest bare, I had no shoes; I was making sure that my movement wasn’t restricted or impeded in any way.

  “Nothing is going on. The power went out and I had to go down into the basement to throw the switch on the breaker. Unfortunately the fuse that powers the lights on the third floor seems to have blown and I don’t have another one at the moment to replace it. By the time I reached the floor you were in hysterics. I could barely catch you.”

  “W – What. When did you get up here? I heard Mary Beth. She was screaming at you. Someone grabbed me, Lucas!”

  I stopped when I was a foot away from her. The light of the candles danced along her face and I stared into tired eyes that revealed the confused mind behind them.

  She was open to suggestion and she was emotionally weak. I’d wanted her in this condition because when a person was in this frame of mind, they could finally let go. They had no fight left in them and their body was on edge as a result of the trauma to their psyche. The hormones that rushed through her system would respond more quickly to my touch, to my words, to anything I dared to do to make her scream.

  Autumn attempted to shift her position, but found herself suspended off the floor, unable to move. The straps of the swing held her legs apart and her arms above her head. Every part of her body was exposed to me and she had no way to escape me or refuse my touch.

  “Calm down before you hurt yourself. Although …” I grabbed a strap of the swing and pulled her towards me. “…these straps can take a lot of movement before they give out.”

  Her eyes met mine when I pulled her closer and she opened her mouth to talk. Taking the opportunity to silence her, I covered her mouth with mine, forcing my tongue inside. I’d stolen her breath, but she still fell into the kiss. My hand slid along her thigh, only stopping when I’d cupped her ass in my palm.

  I pulled away, chuckling to watch her head fall forward in search of my lips once more. Running my finger along her cheek, I reminded her, “You have to start listening to me, beautiful. Not doing so can be hazardous to your health. Normally, I would deliver the punishment for not following my instructions, but I think what you went through tonight was punishment enough.”

  Bending down, I took her breast into my mouth, suckling along the cold skin and flicking my tongue over her hard nipple. She moaned above me, her head falling back as her chest pushed forward. Letting go, I flicked my tongue out one last time before saying, “I don’t know what you think you heard, or what you think happened, but you’re drunk, it was dark and you were confused. I told you, Autumn, it’s very easy to get lost in this place.”

  “Lucas, I…” She tried to argue, but I’d already moved my hand. With two fingers pressing up inside her, she’d not only lost her voice – but also the thought she’d wanted to say in the first place. The muscles of her core gripped me, rippling along the sudden intrusion and my cock swelled. I grit my teeth at the pain of waiting to shove myself inside.

  I brought my mouth to her ear, felt her shiver beneath the heat of my breath and I whispered “However, even though I won’t punish you, I still plan on fucking you senseless.”

  My hands pulled at her thighs and the swing tilted so that her legs bent over my shoulders and her perfect cunt sat in front of my face.

  Her body trembled as my lips slowly trailed along the inside of her thigh. My gaze ran down along her upper body and over her perfect breasts. I watched as her hands wrapped around the straps, steadying her body more for my kiss.

  “I’m scared…” So weak, her words were barely a whispered confession.

  My tongue licked up the trail between her lips and she shivered, her hands now gripping the straps and her legs tightening over my shoulders.

  “I’m here now. You have nothing to be afraid of. You just have to let go of control and let me take care of you. Let me show you what the slut inside of you is dying to have.”

  Her legs loosened their grip and my mouth was on her wet cunt, my tongue playing along until finally sinking deep inside. She cried out, her entire body shaking on the swing, but I wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t slow down to give her already weak mind time to catch up to what was happening. Reaching up, I cupped my hands on her ass, my thumb slipping down one cheek to sit against her hole. She startled, but then relaxed, completely abandoning all aspects of her personality and letting go to the pleasure of my tongue.

  Seconds passed as I teased her, moving my thumb in and out, never going deep enough to hurt. Her moans grew into a startled cry and when her body quaked above me, I moved my other hand to dip my finger inside her wet cunt – using my other thumb to work at her swollen clit. I lifted my head just in time to watch h
er break apart, her entire body relaxing into the straps, falling open for my observant eyes. The force of her orgasm appeared to cripple her and her head fell back as her legs and arms lost their power to hold herself steady in the swing. I gripped around her hips, kissing her one last time before removing her legs from my shoulders and stepping back, watching as she came down from the high I was sure she’d never experienced before.

  Stepping away, I made it a point to wipe my mouth off on my arm, smiling so that the dimples of my cheeks flashed in the light of the candles. Her barely opened eyes widened as she watched me. Fresh off an orgasm, she could barely talk, her mouth opening to say something, but then closing again as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was absolutely loose, every muscle finally relaxed in response to the pleasure I’d forced through her body and now, finally, it was my turn.

  Stepping forward, I grabbed her chin in my fingers, pulling her face up to look at me. “Open your eyes, Autumn.”

  She followed my instructions, blinking open her eyelids that were weighed down by ecstasy and satisfaction. I stared at her, completely dominating every sense she had: sight, smell, taste, sound and touch. There was nothing in this room that I hadn’t intended for her. She shivered beneath the cold blast of air that flowed between our bodies and I looked her over slowly, savoring the view of a body spent, but still ready to be used for my perversions.

  Before meeting her gaze again, I spoke softly, slowly, as I admitted, “There is something inside me that attracts me to you, that makes me want to hurt you and protect you all at the same time. You’re not the typical woman who falls for me – no. You’re too pure, overly concerned with what people think, how they view you. I want to strip you of every bit of self-conscious skin, I want to dress you in silk, to teach you to walk, talk and live like the whore I know hides beneath your soft exterior.”