There might’ve been an actual substance for my stomach to gnaw on now, but I was still utterly drained of energy. I was pretty sure I fell asleep almost instantly, but I was still incredibly tired when I awoke later. The room was dim now, but something about the air was way too cool. Dazed, I attempted to roll up into a ball for warmth but my legs weren’t allowed to obey the command.
“What the…?” I lifted my head. I probably would’ve figured out a little quicker that my feet had been strapped down, but I was too focused on the fact that my pants were no longer around my waist, but halfway down my f**king thighs. I snapped awake like lightning just cracked my ass. “Fuck!” I jerked my hands without thought, but they were both secured to the bed now. I didn’t even know the damn bed had restraints for the feet, so he must’ve been hiding them all this time.
Oh, this is bad. This is way f**king bad. He is not going to f**king do this!
Being tied down didn’t keep me from yanking on the restraints, from burning my aching wrists even more, from trying to break just one of them free so I could defend myself. Nor did I care that I was making a ton of noise by making the headboard bang into the wall. Grunting, I yanked on my wrists, trying desperately to slip them through, but they were too tight. Even the one I had done myself had been tightened another notch. I couldn’t even lean my head close enough for my teeth to grab them. Finally succumbing to defeat, I threw my head back against the pillow and growled.
I heard a tsking noise three times fast and my head angled up. Fuckhead had just come back in. Thank God it was too dim to really see his expression from here.
“Damn. Relax. You act like I’m going to flip you over and rape you or something.”
I wouldn’t put it past him, no matter his little statement about his door only swinging one way. “Want me to calm down? Pull my f**king pants back up.”
“No,” he replied smartly. My entire body tried to cringe when he sat down beside me, way too close to my cock. “You know, it’s occurred to me that you’ve chosen to suck me off instead of the other way around every time.”
“And again I’m choosing that option,” I said quickly. “Let me up. Let’s go.” Again my body tried to rise foolishly.
“I’m not offering a choice this time.”
“Fu-huck,” I whined dejectedly. I knew he was going to say that. Now I was left trying to decide whether or not to keep arguing or just let him begin and get it over with as quickly as possible.
“You’re quite the homophobe, aren’t you?”
My eyes narrowed at him. Firmly, I stated, “I am not homophobic. I just have a preference for women.”
The ass**le chuckled at that. “I think you’d find most people’s preference would be bisexual if they’d only open themselves up to the experience.” Then he reached out and wrapped his hand around my shaft. Every f**king muscle in my abdomen tensed and contracted uncomfortably. “Fuck!” I grunted and growled, hating the way his fingers gripped and slid up and down. “Get the f**k off! Does it look like I have a bisexual interest?”
I threw my head back as far as it would go, not wanting to see – nor admit – that it was his hand stimulating me. My h*ps lifted from the bed, turning side to side, failing to knock him away. I had only relented for a second, trying best to think of what to do next, when I felt something warm and wet swipe across my tip. Again my body snapped and recoiled. “Jesus!” My head shot up. Fuck. I had thought it was his tongue, but he was still upright. I fought the sting of arousal raging inside me as his thumb rubbed my pr**um back and forth.
“Seems to me it’s all in your head. All those preconceived notions you were brought up on that only a woman should please you. Your c**k seems to understand it’s not what sex the person is, but what that person can successfully do for you.”
My jaw clenched. My eyes shut tight. I was beginning to pant because he wouldn’t relent what he was doing, making me lengthen and stiffen with every thrust. I released a startled gasp when I heard a phone ring. All sensation temporarily forgotten, my head looked up and searched it out. He looked at me comically as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and scanned the screen, then looked back to me. Standing up and letting my shaft go free, he said, “Don’t bother. Anyone with this number knows I keep house guests. Your screams will do nothing but titillate them.”
To prove his point, he answered the call and said yeah? before even leaving the room. I cried out for help anyway, but he just kept on talking and walking until his voice disappeared down the hallway. I scowled at my f**king cock, which was twitching now that it had been abandoned. I dropped my head back down, forced to wait until my breaths calmed and the sensations ceased.
That was disgusting. And he was going to come in here and do it again. But next time he’d go much further. What kind of f**ked up person did this to another? I let out a long yell, releasing some of my damn frustration. I was a six-foot-three, twenty-two year old fit guy who was strapped down to be a f**king pleasure toy! I screamed again, jerking at all the restraints to no avail. I finally gave up and closed my eyes off to the dimness. I wished I could just fall into deep sleep.
Shit. I heard a bump down the hall, so I knew he was headed back. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to witness anything more. It was bad enough my ears had to hear and my body had to feel. I did not need the f**king visual to play back the rest of my life.
A hand gripped the side of my thigh and turned me quickly. A jab of pain made me jerk. He f**king stabbed me with something! “What the f**k was that?!” I yelled as I watched him pull the needle out of my ass just as quickly as it went in and shot me up with something I knew would screw me.
“Just a little something to help you relax.” His hand reached out and condescendingly patted my cheek twice. “I’ll be back once you’re more compliant.”
As he left, I found myself tugging on my restraints all over again, feeling the intense fire lick across my skin. Compliant wasn’t in my list of command functions, but unfortunately, my body was becoming more drowsy by the second.
23
My head felt funny. Heavy. Flooded. My limbs lazy. My eyes didn’t want to open. They wanted me to go back to sleep since it clearly wasn’t time to wake up yet. But there was…a noise. It awakened something in me. Curiosity. Because it sounded like me. Like I was moaning. But I wasn’t moaning right now. Or at least I didn’t think I was. Something was just wrong about it all.
Reluctantly, my lids opened and allowed my eyes a moment to adjust and scan. The room was dim. There was still moaning. One of my bound hands lie atop my chest. I glanced down as I heard the moan again. No way that came from me. But it sounded like me.
Upon further inspection, I was on the rug. Wasn’t I just in bed?
More moaning. Thinking I finally deciphered where the source was coming from, my eyes looked up and over. Every part of my body went f**king numb. I was on the TV. Not live, but from when I was still on the bed. A fire ignited in my chest, flames flickering, heat singeing my lungs as I inhaled sharply again and again. I was na**d on that screen. He was naked. In bed with me. For a room this dim, way too many details were showing up on that show that had to be a work of fiction. Digitally altered. Something!
I was sprawled out on the flat of my back, his body crouched over my lower half, head hovering over my pelvic region, moving about in a way that made my insides sour. And my television self was just lying there f**king moaning while I let him suck me off! Worse, my hands and legs were completely unbound and doing nothing to shove him off! Nothing! In fact, one hand was flexing across the back of his damn head, like I was encouraging him to take me deeper.
My anger gave a ruffled sound to my exhalation.
“Keep watching.” My head shot left. He was on the bed, hitched up on his elbow, lying on his side, watching the TV like I was. “My favorite part’s coming up.”
My eyes tightened with anger and disgust. I wanted nothing more than to break free of these chains and use them to whip the shit out of him. But at the same time, my damn eyes couldn’t help but look back to that horrible reality show. Those sounds were reserved for Megan but my f**king drugged ass was making them for him.
It didn’t take long to see what he was referring to. My body finally came to life, but it wasn’t to shove him off me. My mouth fell open and I watched in horror as I actually reached out for him with both arms. Like I wanted to pull him upward, but there was no strength to my Jell-O arms.
But that ass**le followed my lead anyway. I silently groaned and dug my fists into my temples. He was climbing up my body, his mouth making contact all the way until… I covered my eyes with my palms, repeating the word no inside my head. I could’ve stayed buried there forever, but I was pretty sure that ass**le increased the volume button. My moans were much louder now, and my breaths had sound now, and they were far too fast to be anything but aroused. I feared the peek I knew I’d regret.
Oh, f**k! He was over me completely now, his mouth furiously roughing up my neck as his left hand grasped the opposite side of my head, repeatedly fisting my hair. The way his body rocked over mine while he did it made me roll over and gag. Nothing came up though, so I was forced to keep enduring the nauseous fury raging inside my stomach.
“Don’t be such a pu**y. You liked it.”
“Is that why I’m trying to throw up right now?” I snarled back.
The f**king shithead laughed. “No, that bullshit mentality that only a woman should please you is what’s making you do that. Once I made your brain take a nap, you let go of all that stupid inhibition and enjoyed yourself freely. I mean, look at you.” Horribly, my eyes followed that suggestion. God, my right hand had somehow found the energy to latch on to his ass, as if to encourage the way his h*ps were circling mine.
Just f**king shoot me now.
“It gets even better by the way.”
I’ll bet. I really wished my eyes and ears would close me off, but I just kept peeking. It was like a damn cavity. You didn’t want to cause yourself the pain, but you continually sucked air through it just to see if it still hurt. The TV was my f**king cavity.
“Just turn the damn thing off already!”
Laughter was my answer. Last thing I saw our damn mouths were kissing – hungrily – and hell if mine weren’t just as eager. We were side to side, my f**king arms and legs wrapped around him as much as his were me. Way too much motion going on. I’d had enough. I didn’t want to see if it went any further. It f**king burned inside. I heard the way our groans intensified, heard the way our breaths hitched and panted. And it didn’t help that he was on the bed making approval noises over whatever he was watching us do.
“Well,” he said, my head jerking up as I heard my chains automatically slacking from the wall. He was sitting up against the headboard now, still attuned with my shame on screen. “Since you’re not watching anyways, get up here and do your job then.”
I didn’t know which was worse. Being responsible for the groans coming off him while I was forced to do what he asked while we were both horribly naked, or hearing myself get off in the background with as much intensity as he did the exact same thing to me on screen.
24
Sleep wanted to claim me again, but I fought my eyes for the right to open. It felt like I’d been sleeping forever. I didn’t want to anymore. I was lying on my stomach, tiny whimpers coating each exhalation. There was pain behind my eyes and down my back, and I groaned miserably when I remembered why.
“Does it hurt?” his voice asked from far away. I didn’t look, but judging by the pocket light in the corner, I assumed he was in the chaise, probably reading that book again.
“Yes,” I mumbled with length. But given what he did to me, probably not as much as it should right now. I heard his book drop to the floor. My eyes were exceptionally slow at reopening, and only did once I felt the dip beside me. The back of his hand gently graced my cheek. Then it picked up and set down on my back, which I just realized was bare. I was na**d again, the sheet covering me up as far as my hips.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He actually looked a little pained as he gently traced my back in a line. Lash line, perhaps?
“Why did you do it?” I asked, trying my hardest to sound absolutely pathetic, hoping to guilt him more than his face was already showing. He deserved at least that.
“I didn’t want to. But I had already threatened to hurt you if he stepped out of line. I couldn’t go back on my word.”
Because he lived by his word.
“You didn’t have to whip me.” He turned to meet my gaze but didn’t offer any condolences. “Am I marked?”
“I didn’t strike you hard enough to break the skin. But yes, you’re bruised where the leather hit.”
It was too difficult to contemplate rolling my eyes, so I merely muttered, “I suppose you could just laser it out of me if I’m scarred.”
He made a tiny, yet deep noise in his throat. “You won’t scar. And I struck your lower back each time to minimize the injured area.” He leaned over and gently kissed the back of my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Natalie,” he repeated, more softly this time, continuing with the kisses. “I never wanted to hurt you like this.”
I groaned, because it reminded me of why I had to be beaten for something I had no control of. “What about Nick?”
“What about him?” he asked, his voice booming with venom.
“What happened to him? Did you hurt him too?”
Another noise from the back of his throat. “I feel he’s rather enjoyed his time here as of late.”