"For someone convinced that I'm not going to fuck them tonight, your body is telling another story," I murmured in her ear before putting a soft kiss on her neck.
"I don't remember saying you wouldn't; I said what made you think you were?" she said, her head lolling from side to side as her eyes closed.
"Because I always get what I want," I told her. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled the small tin of pills back out and plucked one out, putting it on my tongue. "Turn around."
As soon she turned her face to me, I firmly grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her, transferring the pill into her mouth. She only whimpered in response, her earlier hesitation and worry slipping out the window with every passing second. I kissed her long enough until I was confident that she'd either swallowed the pill or it dissolved a good bit in her mouth. When I finally pulled back, she looked at me in a daze.
"It's been a long time since I've been kissed like that," she murmured.
I grinned. "Don't worry, pretty girl. In a few minutes, the fun will really start," I promised and grabbed my phone to send a text to our group chat.
Luther: Go time in 20. Everyone ready?
I glanced their way, watching as they glanced at their phones and nodded without even looking back up. Even if they hadn't responded, it was obvious that their girls were already too far gone, even Rebecca, her attention solely on Paul instead of on Sevyn and me. I bit back a growl as Sevyn continue to grind on my lap to the beat of the music, my cock growing in my jeans. She pushed herself up to her feet, stumbling a bit before she turned around and leaned over to whisper in my ear.
"Come to the bathroom with me," she said and grabbed my hand as well as her purse from the couch. I stood and wrapped an arm around her waist, the guys looking up at me in confusion when I headed for the door.
"Bathroom," I said and winked, and followed Sevyn out the room. She stumbled as she led me to the bathrooms in the back of the club, giggling when she nearly fell on her face when she pushed the bathroom door open.
"I think you're riding the X train too hard, pretty girl," I taunted.
She looked up at me with hooded lids and smiled. "I'm starting to feel good so that's all that matters." Her hands moved down my chest and settled on my belt. "Now I want something else that feels good. Do you have a rubber?"
I walked her back into a stall and locked the door behind us, letting her undo my belt. I raised her tight dress over her hips, palming her bare ass as she freed my hard cock, stroking it in her soft hand.
"Sluts that get fucked in the bathroom don't have permission to come," I growled as I grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Get down on your knees like a good slut."
She bit her lip and let go of my cock, slowly dropping to her knees in front of me. An STD or pregnancy is the last thing you should be worried about when I have something so much worse planned for you, I thought as I tightened one hand in her hair.
"Is your mouth broken?" I asked when she only stared at my erection. "Open wide, my pretty little slut."
She put the head of my cock into her mouth and attempted to work the rest of it in, but I didn't give her the chance. Grabbing her head, I thrust into her mouth, her body tensing up as her gag reflex engaged. But I didn't care. I pumped into her mouth, fucking her throat with long strokes as chills of pleasure ran along my nerve endings. She whimpered around my size, slapping my thighs to probably signal that she needed to breathe, but not yet. She needed to suffer a bit, panic a bit, just as a little warning for the nightmare that was coming next that she wouldn't be able to escape. With each pump, I gave her another inch of cock until her nose practically rested against my pelvis.
"Fuck," I groaned when I hit the soft tissue of her throat. She whimpered again, trying to untangle my hands from her luscious hair, but she was stuck, at my mercy as I used her face like a living fleshlight. Tears spilled from her eyes and drool dripped from her mouth as I continued to torment her. I'd pull back long enough for her to inhale a breath through her nose before I pounded her throat again, tightly pulling on her hair as she helplessly kneeled before me.
"I bet you like being used like a slut, huh?" I murmured, looking down at her. Her answered was muffled around my cock so I pulled out of her mouth. "What was that?"
"Yes," she panted, meeting my gaze with wet eyes.
"Yes, what?"
"I like being used like a slut," she repeated.
I put my cock back into her mouth and fucked her face without abandon. "I'm going to come all over that sexy face of yours," I groaned. She whimpered and looked up at me with teary eyes right before I pulled back out and jerked my cock over her face. Rope after rope of cum covered her gorgeous features, the sight of it pissing me off. Here was Sevyn Langdon, Miami's golden girl being a slut on her knees in the stall of a dirty bathroom. The same kind of slut her lawyer tried to paint my sister out to be. The kind of slut her and her friends tried to paint her out to be. Yet, it was Sevyn with cum on her face, her lips, and in her mouth, still on her knees and looking up at me as if to beg me for more.
I sighed inwardly as my phone vibrated in my pocket, no doubt another text from one of the guys. Stuffing myself back into my jeans, I grabbed Sevyn by the throat and forced her to her feet.
"You're going to come back to my hotel room where I'm gonna fuck you until you can barely walk tomorrow. Understand?" I asked, my voice low.
"Yes," she whispered.
I let go of her and nodded toward the door. "Go clean yourself up. Not ready for the world to know how much of a whore my gorgeous girl is for me," I murmured.
Something strange flashed in her eyes, something probably akin to excitement. It was hard to tell if it was genuine or just the drugs really kicking in, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. When she walked out of the stall, I buttoned my jeans and fixed my belt, pulling out my phone to see a text in the group text.
Paul: About to head out. Girls are starting to look suspiciously drugged. Gotta get out of here.
Luther: On it. Let's go
I walked out of the stall to find Sevyn at the sink wiping off all traces of me from her face. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, she tossed the paper towel away and looked back at me.
"Ready to go, pretty girl?" I asked with a grin. She returned it and nodded, stumbling over to me and wrapping her arm into mine.
"I'm definitely ready to be fucked within an inch of my life like you promised," she said, her words coming out a bit slurred. "I don't feel so good though."
"Let's get you out of here then," I said, wrapping an arm around her. Just as we walked out of the bathroom, the guys were leading the girls our way to head toward the back exit. I could see why. A couple of them could barely stand on their own. There was no way we'd be able to get them out of the club through the front entrance without someone stopping us and suggesting to call an ambulance or the police if they realized they'd been drugged. We all led the girls out the back as best as we could to blend into the busy nightlife streets until we reached the parking garage, each of us going to our respective car.
"What hotel are you in?" Sevyn asked as she closed her eyes, her head lolling from side to side.
"You'll see, pretty girl," I said and started the Jeep.
"Well, wake me when we get there," she mumbled before her head rolled off to the side. Grabbing a napkin from my sun visor, I opened her purse and grabbed her phone with the napkin, tossing it out the window before driving out of the parking garage.
Sevyn Langdon was mine now.
SEVYN
Pain.
It was the first thing that registered in my mind when I awoke. The room was still dark, either from blacked out curtains or no windows. What kind of hotel doesn't have windows? I mused, closing my eyes as my pounding headache made itself known. Last night was wild. When we arrived at the club, my only mission was to find someone to take back to a nearby hotel to show them a good time and then go back to living my regular life. But then Eric—with his cocky, cool guy attitude�
�came and blew that plan out of the water.
Despite being in the corner of the room away from the guys, he was the first person I saw when I entered. His dark eyes emerged from the cloud of smoke in front of his face, hinting at the dangers lurking within him. The other men in the room immediately latched onto my friends, and I had to say that it was a bit of a blow to my ego. There was never a time that I was picked second, never mind dead last. Eric never moved though. He only sat and continued looking at me expectantly, as if making it known that my status in this town meant nothing and that I was just a nobody not worth being fetched. And in some kind of fucked up way?
That kind of arrogance turned me on.
So many alarms went off in my mind as I interacted with him, even more so when I saw him pop an ecstasy pill in front of me. I hadn't done drugs in years, even purposely staying away from clubs to avoid them, but there was something about those eyes of his that made me want to trust him even though the entire package of him urged me to run away. He seemed so familiar but yet still a stranger that it frustrated me. I knew those eyes, but I didn't know that body or those tattoos or the rough nature he displayed in the bathroom. Part of my mind rang the "Luther Alert" bells, but it couldn't be him. Luther wasn't covered in tattoos. He wasn't stacked with muscle, and he damn sure never fucked my throat with such aggression the way Eric did last night. I swallowed, wincing a bit as the soreness from last night's event settled in. Either way, had Eric really been Luther, he would've just killed me in the bathroom, not shove his cock down my throat.
My mouth was dry, and my head pounded now that the drugs had worn off. I attempted to sit up and it was only then that I realized I was restrained.
"What the fuck?" I murmured out loud, jerking my arms and legs. When my mind started to catch up to my growing panic, I used my senses to fill in the rest of the blanks. I tried to move my legs, but my feet were bound together with what felt like thick, heavy rope and secured to the hard object I was lying on. My arms were stretched out in a T, also tied down with the coarse rope. I forced myself to relax. Maybe things took a wild turn last night, I thought, trying to rationalize the situation. Maybe he doesn't know I'm awake yet.
"Hello?" I called out, my heart racing. My throat felt raw, my voice hoarse as I spoke into what sounded like an empty room. My voice slightly echoed in the room I was in, which set my teeth on edge. "Eric?"
A thin strip of light appeared under the door as heavy footsteps sounded. This definitely wasn't a hotel. Had we even gone to the hotel? Was I taken from there? I tried to forced myself to remember what happened after leaving the club, but the last memory I had was getting into his car. Eric couldn't have gotten me to his house if he wasn't from here.
Because he probably lied, my inner voice said. My hairs stood on end as the footsteps grew closer. What the fuck had I done? I never should've let my friends convince me into hanging with a group of men I didn't know. I shouldn't have let Eric give me that pill no matter what my friends were doing. We didn't know if those guys were killers or sex traffickers and we all blindly followed. Panic hit me square in the chest. My friends. I swallowed all the saliva I could muster in my dry mouth and tried to call out again.
"Hello? Please let me out!" I tried again, but my voice was no louder than it was before. Thankfully, the footsteps stopped in front of the door before a heavy lock clicked and the door swung open. I squinted against the light flooding in from the hall, rapidly blinking to try to adjust. My head continued to pound, even when Eric's form stood in the doorway and blocked most of the light from my face.
"You're awake," he said as he leaned against the doorframe. Though he stood close to where I'd assume a light switch was, he didn't bother turning on any lights in the room. "How's your head?"
"It hurts," I said and winced. "I need some water. And I need to get off of whatever this is so I can get my phone and call my friends. I have to make sure they all got home okay."
He shook his head. "No need to call. They're here, too. We were just waiting for you to wake-up."
Despite his words, he still hadn't moved to either turn on a light or untie me. He only leaned against the doorframe, allowing more light to come in. I swallowed hard as my heart rate quickened. "Well? Are you going to untie me or stand there staring at me?" I looked around me now that the hall light lit up the room. Thick brown rope was around my wrists, confining me to what looked like blocks of wood. The room was empty just as I suspected it was, the wall of it made of concrete.
This sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, I thought to myself, just as Eric pushed off the wall and walked over to me. But instead of moving over to the ropes, he came over and stopped at my head, looking down at me. "The rope cutters are in another room, so I'll have to take you there on this cross," he simply said and grunted when he hoisted me off the floor. I gasped at the slight incline as I slid down the cross a bit, the pain in my wrists increasing as gravity worked against me.
"What the fuck? A cross?!" Fear overwhelmed me as he dragged it across the floor. "Why the fuck am I on a cross?" I was angry that my voice was nothing but a dry, pathetic croak. What the fuck did he want with me? Where were my friends really at? "Why are you doing this?"
He chuckled and continued pulling me along, masked men waiting outside the hall. Eric briefly looked down at me. "All I did was fuck your throat last night. I haven't truly done anything to you yet."
"Where are we?" I jerked at the ropes, which only made my wrists burn more. "This isn't a fucking hotel!"
"No shit, Sherlock," he said, frowning as I jerked against the ropes some more. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The other six masked men came toward me, each of them picking up a part of the cross and lifting. I was so close to the low ceiling that I could literally feel the heat from the uncovered light bulbs. I wasn't sure if these were the men from last night or a new set of them, but I wasn't liking where this was going at all. All the rationalization in the world wouldn't stop the impending dread that quickly filled me.
"Where are you taking me? Get me off this cross and take me home!" I snapped, my anxiety rising as we continued down the hallway of what looked like a basement. "I hope you know you won't get away with what you're doing. My parents can track me—"
"Through what? Your phone?" He tsked. "Your phone that's now in the parking garage near the club? Doesn't seem like much help to you now."
Terror rolled through me. Now I didn't know what to think or believe. Was it really Luther? I squeezed my eyes shut. Eric's beard made it hard to tell and his tattoos of evil images, flames, and skulls didn't seem to fit the Luther I remembered and dated.
"Your parents—or anyone else for that matter—are the least of my worries right now," he concluded.
This couldn't be happening. This had to be another dream and soon I'd probably wake up on my couch or haphazardly on my bed after finally getting home last night. This is a dream just like last time, I chanted to myself as the men continued walking. The incline shifted and the bounces in their movement hinted that we were going up stairs. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
Only it wasn't.
When another door opened, I could hear multiple people sobbing and pleading. The natural light from the windows we passed sent a pang of searing pain through my head, forcing me to squeeze my eyes closed.
"Sevyn!" someone screamed. Allison.
"What the fuck is happening?" Rebecca wailed. I looked over to my right to see my friends all bound in what looked like steel chairs, their wrists and ankles secured to the arms and legs of the chair with steel cuffs welded onto it. They were all still dressed in their clothes from the club. I looked down at myself to see that my dress from last night was replaced with a white strip of cloth tied around me as a makeshift strapless bra and white cloth tied around my hips, almost like a bikini bottom cover-up that still fully exposed my left thigh.
I squeezed my eyes shut. This couldn't be real. This is just a dream. This
is just a dream. I'll wake up soon and all of this with just have been a dream. But the scene didn't change when I opened my eyes. No matter how many times I opened and closed my eyes, I was still on this cross. My friends were still crying. And I was still fucking terrified.
The men finally came to a stop and put the cross on the ground. Eric hovered over me, tears threatening to fill my eyes as I looked up at him. A slow smile crept across his lips as one of the men passed him what looked like a crown of thorns. He leaned down and put it on my head, pressing down until a couple beads of blood rolled down my face. I cried out in pain, jerking against the ropes. I could barely even hear myself as I cried, my voice going in and out.
"Why are you doing this, Eric?" I asked him as he moved away from me and gestured to the other men.
"You'll see," he said. I cried out in pain when they put the cross in an upright position, gravity pulling me down slightly and causing the ropes to dig into my skin. My head hurt, even more so with this fucking crown on my head. My arms hurt and I could barely feel my feet. My position had me at the head of my friend as they formed a half circle in front of me. They all looked up at me, makeup and tears running down their faces
"Sevyn, what's happening?" Sarah asked as the men left my side, Eric coming to stand in front of me.
"You remember me from last night, right?" he asked.
I glared at him, a single tear rolling down my cheek. "Of course I remember you, you fucking asshole. What do you think you're doing?!"
"As I said, you'll see." He cocked his head and grinned. "But do you really remember me, Sevyn?"
"Didn't I just say I did?" I snapped.
He shook his head and folded his arms across his broad chest. "You said you remembered me last night, not that you really remembered me." He only chuckled when I didn't respond, walking away with the other men and leaving the room.
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