Chapter 13
Helena
Ican’t even feel the cold of the night on my skin anymore.
All I can feel is fire. Fire everywhere like it’s somehow replaced my skin and consumed me into being nothing more than a mindless inferno. I hook my heels around the backs of his legs and urge him forward, closer, to punish me in any way he sees fit, but he doesn’t touch me. Not right away.
I hear another tearing sound, but I don’t bother to look.
I feel something soft and thin against my wrist and I glance down to see that he’s torn the sash from my dress off and has it wrapped around my wrist tightly, keeping me in place. He joins my hands together with a devilish grin and loops them over my head. My breasts lift with the motion, and before I have time to question his motives, he slaps one. I hiss from the sudden impact, but I keep my knees parted for him.
My eyes lock onto his as he grasps my nipple firmly in his fingers. He pinches and rolls the skin firmly, and then harder until I react. I flinch away from his hand, but he doesn’t let me go. He’s going to drag this out until I beg or start to fight him.
When that doesn”t elicit the desired reaction, he takes a half-step back and studies the image of me in front of him. I can see his erection. Even through his clothes, I can see how big it is. When he slaps me across the face, my lips part to question him. It nearly knocked me over. I can”t lower my hands or defend myself, but the impact only makes me wetter.
When I right myself, he does it again.
This time when I right myself, I do so with my eyes and mouth set in challenge. He’s going to have to do better than that. “Are you just getting warmed up, or is this the best you’ve got? I thought you said you were going to make me suffer for the things that I did?”
Daniel laughs and nods. “Do you feel like confessing what you have done, then?”
The muscle in my jaw feathers. He pinches my nipple once more and steps in close to me. His hand moves too fast to see as he slaps the skin of my ass, my thigh and the full part of my hips before returning his measured attention to my breasts. Is he planning on drawing this out all night long?
“Why don’t you tell me what you think I’ve done so I can just agree, and you can touch me where I want?” I plead breathlessly.
“Here?” He asks as one of his hands drops between us. Light like a feather, he brushes against my pussy. It’s a tickle more than a touch, but my head falls back anyway.
“Yes. Here.”
I’m soaking wet. I can feel it on the insides of my thighs and on the hood of his car where I’m perched.
“Say, please,” he mocks me, his tone growing darker by the second.
“Ple—” I can’t even get the word out before it’s twisted into a moan. The force of my sensation is almost enough to make me fall backward as I try to angle my hips up to give him better access. There was no preamble or warning before his middle two fingers pushed inside of me.
“Say, thank you,” he warns, and I mindlessly obey.
“Thank you… thank you… thank you,” I breathe and let the sensations wash over me. He fits in a third finger, and it’s almost enough. I’m filled to capacity, but I want more. I want the sting and bite so I can feel the penance. “More, please.”
Daniel scoffs cruelly. “I was told how greedy you were.”
I nod. “Yes, I’m greedy… please… more…” I think that I’ll agree to just about anything he could ask of me right now. I can confess to crimes that aren’t mine, to every horrible thing that has ever happened throughout history if he keeps talking to me in that dark, sultry way. I should be humiliated or pleading, sure, but I deserve this. I want him to keep going. I want him to tell me how I don’t deserve to live and that the only thing I deserve is to be buried in a shallow, unmarked grave for what I’ve done.
It will make accepting all of this easier. But most of all, I want his hands everywhere. I want to be so lost in the throes of ecstasy that the rest of the world stops existing.
Daniel’s other hand joins the first as he curls his fingers inside of me, stretching me and seeking that secret spot of bubbling pressure that craves attention so desperately. The other finds my clit, circling and teasing me as I slowly lower myself back onto the cool hood of his car. I lift my legs and hold them open without being told as he fucks me with his hands. It’s way better than anything I had fantasized about.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission,” he warns in his same commanding, deep tone.
“I’m going to— Daniel!” I gasp. The edge is near, and I want him inside of me. I want to cum, but I don’t dare try and use my own hands to make sure it happens. I don’t want to do anything that might make this stop.
But it does. “Tell me your name.”
My eyes open, and I stare up at the stars, clinging to the edge of my orgasm desperately. “Sofia,” I whisper like a coward.
Daniel slaps the inside of my thigh so hard I scream out. No doubt, there’s a red impression of his hand on my pale skin. “No more lies. Tell me your name.”
I can feel my orgasm starting to slip away from me right before his hands start moving once more. It doesn’t take more than a few heated seconds before my orgasm rips through me forcefully. I come halfway up off of the hood of the car. My hands ball and tighten in my own hair, but he doesn’t relent for a second.
“Your name!” he barks, but I can’t form words. I feel as if I’m touching a live wire as he throws me toward my second orgasm. Every nerve ending is burning with pain, but he doesn’t stop. My legs start to tremble as I coat his hand and wrist. I can’t take much more of this. My toes curl, and those tidal waves of pleasure crash around with nowhere to go but up.
“It’s Sofia!” I scream into the sky. I clench and wait for the slap on my other thigh. He can see how wet it’s making me. I know that he knows my real identity, but I don’t know how much. Sofia is warm and comforting, so maybe it would be better to be her after all? I don’t know if he’s only giving me what I want until he gets what he wants. I can’t let that happen. I need this.
He reaches up and grabs me by the neck once more. It hurts how he forces me upright, and my eyes narrow in anger as I wait.
“Tell me your name. You will not like what happens if I have to ask again.” His smile is cruel and yet somehow proud as he limits my oxygen so I can feel everything more vividly. The stars are everywhere around me. They dance along my skin and paint themselves across the backs of my eyelids. I can’t come down. I think a third orgasm rips through my body, but I can’t be sure because the second one didn’t feel like it had fully stopped.
He pulls his fingers from inside of me and trails the soaked skin up my pussy before slapping it forcefully. His lips capture mine as he reaches between us to free himself from his slacks. The hand choking me slides with a jerky movement around to my hair, and in a fluid motion, he pulls me forward from the car.
My legs are jelly and I practically fall into the dirt at his feet. I position myself up on my knees as he springs free. There’s no way he’s expecting me to— But he is. It won’t fit. There’s no way. He growls with insistent need and tightens his grip on my hair. I hate that I love the way that he’s manhandling me.
The head of his cock hits against my closed lips and my eyes flick up to him with a devilish smile. He uses his other hand to pinch my nose shut until I have no choice but to take him in my mouth. The salty taste of his precum is the first thing that registers. My jaw stretches open as wide as it can to accept him. I love the sound of pleasure that I coax from him. It makes me feel powerful.
There’s something about being on your knees in front of a man and knowing that you have all of the control that drives me wild.
He hits the back of my throat and I gag, but he doesn’t let me stop. He makes me take in as much of him as possible and holds my head there until I can’t breathe. I love it. His movements are becoming more erratic. The pressure that he holds me with slackens and tightens as I can feel him getting closer. He holds me in place firmly as he fucks my face until he can’t take it any longer.
“Fuck,” he groans and effortlessly lifts me back up onto my feet. He spins me and bends me over the hood of his car. I can feel the dirt and grass clinging to my knees even as I lift one leg onto the hood of the car and arch my ass up for him without being asked.
He slaps my ass firmly and is inside of me a moment later. I thought that his fingers filled me, but they are nothing compared to him. I’m too nervous to move against him, pinned to the car with his girth inside of me. He grabs my hips and drives into me. As with everything else, he isn’t kind. He punishes me just the way I craved. Equal parts pain and pleasure for his nearly unrelenting pace that hits exactly the right place inside of me.
I turn my head to see the stars. Constant in their bright brilliance, they twinkle overhead. It’s exactly what I wanted. He is what I wanted. He slaps my ass again, and again, and again until my skin is raw and red, but then he reaches under my thigh and his fingers brush against my clit and I’m lost. Wholly devoured by sensation as I clench around Daniel and take him with me. His heat fills me from the inside out as I collapse, boneless, onto the hood of his car.
Daniel doesn’t bask in the glow of our orgasm for long.
I knew that it couldn’t last forever, but some sad, sadistic part of me that’s usually filled with self-loathing almost wished that he would have finished me off during his orgasm or directly after. If that was only the warmup act and there would be more like it, I might be able to take it. I can only imagine what it would look like living out this plan of torture by his hand for the foreseeable future.
Yet, if he means something else, I don’t know if I can endure it.
It’s beyond fucked up that I enjoyed that as much as I did.
Now that it’s over, Daniel eases out of me slowly. He collects the mess that I made on his cock and gathers it on his fingers before wiping them clean in my hair. The final touches to my humiliation. I can’t even be bothered to care that he did it.
My eyes roll slowly to the cliff. It would be kinder to just do it myself. Just take a running leap off of the cliff and dive to a blissfully quick death… but I never could. I don’t like falling any more than I like heights, and I don’t think I could ever do it myself. Falling from a much smaller height just the one time was more than enough to turn me off of the whole thing for the rest of my days.
Which seem to be very limited.
What is the alternative? To start fighting now? Will he end my life quickly, or will he take me somewhere else and torture me for days? Now that everything has been said and done, I”m reaching a point of clarity that I”m not entirely sure I like. Accepting my death does not imply that I will allow him to torture me.
Daniel takes a step back from me, and I can hear him putting himself back into his pants and the sounds of his zipper sliding back into place. No, I can’t let him torture me. Not him. It’s now or never. I use my bent leg as leverage and lift my hands back over my head and shove off of his hood all at once.
The twigs and bramble on the ground make it even harder to run in the heels that he left on my feet. My bound hands offer no help whatsoever as I try to take off running. I don’t have high hopes that I will make it very far—and I make it even less distance than I thought before Daniel’s strong hand snatches me by my hair.
“Ah!” I cry out and reach my joined hands up and over to hold the tender part of my head. While he was having his way with me, I couldn’t feel any of the things that he had been doing to me. Not really. I was in a blissful state of pleasure where the pain just fueled my desire. But now? Now I can feel all of it. The ache between my legs, the pinched skin and tender scalp. I can’t even fight him when his other hand bands around my belly and hauls me back to him.
“Stop it!” I scream, thrashing as wildly as I can. “Let me go! Daniel, please don’t do this! Let me go!”
Daniel lets go of my hair and takes advantage of my splayed legs to slap me once more on the pussy, silencing me. “No, I don’t think I will.” He opens the door of his car and throws me inside. My naked form clatters gracelessly into the back seat, and he follows moments later.
He pins me with a knee to my thigh as he reaches into the glove compartment box and fishes out a pair of handcuffs. He cuffs my wrists and undoes the sash I had been tied with. He uses that to tie my ankles instead, and then secures my wrists to the grab handle on the opposite side of the car, presumably so I can’t attack him while he’s driving.
“No point in trying to fight now. What we had was fine, but now it’s time to see what I’m really going to do with you,” he says as he slams the door and slides into the driver’s seat. He adjusts the rearview mirror so that he can see me. He pauses to adjust himself. I can only imagine how much the bastard is enjoying the view he has.
“How did you find me? Who sent you?”
His brow lifts, all pretenses of being a kind, good man are long gone now. “You expect me to answer your question when you didn’t bother to answer mine? I don’t think so.” He scoffs and the car rumbles to life under me. “I did expect you to make things a little more difficult for me.”
He shakes his head in faux disappointment. “You can’t have been that desperate to get laid, can you? One dinner date and you were ready to throw yourself at me? You were supposed to be more clever than that.”
He’s right as far as that goes. That much is certain. I shouldn’t have ever been stupid enough to trust him. I do know better. My gut told me that something was wrong, and I chose not to listen to it. I ignored it because I deluded myself into thinking that I was only being paranoid. Look where it’s gotten me now: stuffed into the back seat of a car on full display.
I’ve always prided myself on my ability to read people. I’ve always been two steps ahead of everybody else around me. I ran the cons. I seduced and distracted. I was the master of my own games and played others for fools all for the sake of my own survival.
I allowed myself to be seduced by Daniel because he pretended to be the exact sort of man that I thought I wanted. I suppose that makes him even more my type than I originally thought. I’m tasting my own medicine, and it is bitter.
“So, what now?” I grunt and try to arrange myself in a way that eases the strain on my shoulders.
Daniel watches me carefully. “Don’t move around too much back there, or I’m going to have to pull over and have another round or two.”
His eyes aren’t on my face when he’s speaking.
“You know, you disappointed me too,” I say and wait for him to lock eyes with me once more. “I thought you were a man who liked to be in charge, and yet all you are is some errand boy doing another man’s dirty business.”
I shouldn”t have given him anything else, but he never struck me as the type of man who took orders from those around him. He doesn”t appear to be a rookie. He does not carry himself in that manner. I”ve known the dark underbelly of this world my entire life, and I”m rarely wrong about such things. It”s how I know who to pursue and who to avoid at all costs.
The only thing that I’m absolutely certain of is that this has something to do with Nikolai’s revenge. I knew that he would never let me go, no matter what.
The car speeds down the same twists and turns as before as the sense of dread starts to grow in my stomach. I escaped my first death by pure luck alone. I’m not going to be so lucky this time. There’s nobody that’s going to come and save me. I’m totally and utterly alone.