18. Beatrix
18
BEATRIX
I t takes Chase two attempts to get his door to unlock. When it does swing open, paint flakes fall from the doorframe. Without a word, the two of us step into his room. Inside is exactly what I expected a motel of this caliber to look like. An old comforter on the queen bed, a seventies headboard, and then, of course, is the peeling wallpaper. The dresser is missing a drawer, and the television, which is already on, is playing some old black and white Western.
But despite the old, worn down appearance, it seems clean-ish.
“The guys and I are staying here temporarily. Usually, we stay in nicer places, but I let one of the others handle picking the accommodations this time around,” Chase says, shutting the door behind us. “Trust me, I know this isn’t the best room.”
I shrug. “How long are you in town for?”
Chase kicks off his shoes and crouches down to neatly place them beside the old A/C unit rattling softly beside us.
“I haven’t decided yet. I’m in no rush to be anywhere else, and knowing there’s a pretty woman here, I might decide to stick around a bit.”
I don’t manage to stifle my scoff completely, and I flush when Chase looks up at me in surprise.
“There’s no need for flattery,” I muttered, looking away from him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
Chase’s mouth twitches upward and the skin around his eyes crinkles, but I catch the subtle twitch of his brows and slight tilt of his head as he stares at me for just a little too long. Maybe I should’ve had a drink back at the bar. Then I wouldn’t have noticed and I wouldn’t be feeling so awkward now. Nervously, I clasp my hands in front of me.
Chase straightens from his crouch slowly. The way he seems to extend up toward the ceiling with controlled movement reminds me of a predator stretching before they go for a hunt. He takes a step closer to me until we’re nearly chest to chest. This close, I realize he has to be at least six and a half feet tall. At five, five I suddenly feel very dwarfed. The size difference is forgotten, however, as I suddenly catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s subtle, which is why I haven’t noticed it before now. The scent coils around me, making my mouth water. It’s unexpectedly sweet, not overtly so but enough that I notice it’s a fruity type of sweet. It’s layered with notes of sandalwood and leather. I shiver. His proximity, his smell, his stunningly striking features as he stares down at me… It’s almost too much. A girl like me doesn’t end up with guys like Chase. Not in my reality, at least. That last thought causes my gaze to cast downward.
Carefully, Chase reaches out. His fingers slip beneath my chin to tilt my head up.
“Yes, you are here, aren’t you?” he murmurs. “You’re all mine.”
The ‘mine’ is a bit much, but my toes are curling at the possessiveness, and my heart flutters all the same. Holding my gaze, Chase lowers his head. My breath gets trapped in my throat. Is he going to kiss me? I want to squeal as much as I want to pause this moment and go freshen up. Before I can decide on a course of action, a thudding on the wall between rooms starts up. It’s followed by a heavy moan and wild gasps of delight.
Chase and I both start in surprise. As he turns to glare over his shoulder at the adjoining door, I ask, “Is that locked?”
He moves away from me to check. When he’s done fiddling with the lock, he replies,“It is now.”
The moaning grows louder but it’s cut off on a whimper. Chase shakes his head and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Paper-thin walls… not great during times like these,” he mutters, turning to face me.
I can’t help it, I grin. Butterflies take flight in my stomach and my heart races a little too quickly for comfort as I boldly offer, “I think it sets the mood just right. What do you say we show them how it’s really done?”
Chase’s answering grin is swoon worthy. “I suppose we could give it a go, eh?”
My purse drops to the worn carpet floor beside his shoes, and I shrug out of my jacket. Reaching for the buttons on the front of my blouse, I return his smile.
“Then what are we waiting for?” My question isn’t spoken with a seductive husk or with a coy smile. I don’t know how to be that type of woman. I’m genuinely curious how we start this.
Chase closes the distance between us. Knocking my hands away, he nimbly tackles unbuttoning my blouse. At the same time, he leans down and kisses me. Nerves and awkwardness disappear as heat flares through my body to burn them away. A shiver of excitement shoots through the center of my chest and tingles between my legs. Chase slides my blouse off my shoulders. When my arms are free, I grab a handful of his shirt with both hands and pull him closer, kissing him like he’s my lifeline.
His hands drop to my waist. Somehow, without looking, he finds the zipper to my skirt and tugs on it. The material puddles at my feet a moment later. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. I sigh as our tongues collide. When Chase’s hands grip my hips, my body instinctively moves to help him. My legs come up as he lifts me and I wrap them around his waist to lock myself against this handsome stranger. Without breaking our kiss, Chase carries me over to the bed.
Together, we fall onto the mattress.
It’s not a particularly soft landing, but that thought is pushed to the side as Chase deftly removes my bra then begins to tweak my nipples. I groan loudly both with delight and surprise. My nipples perk up painfully tight as he pinches and rolls them. My chest arches upward. Around his waist, my legs tighten so that I can grind my core against the hard bulge of his erection.
Suddenly, he tweaks my right nipple hard. I cry out in surprise. Chase pulls away from my mouth to chuckle.
“Gotta let them hear you,” he teases as he skims his lips down my neck and over a collarbone before closing them around the abused bud.
My core clenches as his tongue swirls around my nipple. The sensation is divine. “ Oh !”
“Hm… You seem to like this.” Chase’s musing is spoken at my breast since he barely draws away to speak. His hot breath is at odds with the cooling saliva around my nipple.
I swallow as he turns his attention to the other nipple. “It’s not bad.”
Chase scoffs loudly as he takes both breasts into his hands and kneads them. “Not bad? I can do better than not bad.”
His mouth latches around my other nipple and he sucks hard. I squeal in delight as he chases the suck with the curl of his tongue.
“Ok, yeah I do like… oh !” My cry of delight is loud as he pinches and rolls one nipple while he sucks the other hard again.
On the other side of the wall, my cry is mimicked, followed by muffled… begging? I can’t be certain, but I’m almost positive the erotic noises may be heightening my own arousal.
“I’m not impartial to the pretty sounds you make, Beatrix,” Chase says, almost thoughtfully. “I wonder what other ones I can elicit from you?”
He might as well be speaking a foreign language. “W-what?”
Chase hums before sucking at my nipple one more time then pulling away. His lips press against my sternum before he begins trailing kisses over my soft stomach. My self-consciousness comes and goes like the wind. If he doesn’t care that I carry extra weight around my midsection, then neither do I. His hands follow his mouth’s descent, traveling down my sides. When they come to the outside of my thighs, he grips them tight before throwing them over his shoulders.
“Chase!” His name is spoken as a breathless screech as he scoots my hips toward his face while he still continues his kisses downward. He places a slow kiss, sucking gently on my mound before he dips his head between my legs. “Wait! Are you sure…?”
Chase doesn’t even pause. He dips his head down and slides his tongue from my backdoor to my clit. My shriek of surprise turns into a heady moan as he repeats the motion. On his third time making himself familiar with the most intimate parts of me, Chase lifts his head and flashes me a grin so wild, and with eyes so bright with fervor, he looks like a crazed man.
“So fucking sweet, Beatrix. How have I never tasted something this decadent before?”
I laugh, though the sound is full of nerves and embarrassment. It’s cut off when Chase lowers his head and takes my clit between his lips and teases it with his tongue.
“ Chase. ” My eyes flutter shut as I send up a small thanks to whoever people might believe is listening.
One of his hands comes beneath my legs and he slides his fingers through my folds. All my nerve endings there tingle, and I find myself gasping once more. My hips tilt on their own accord, giving Chase better access. He immediately takes advantage of the new angle. My groan is loud, full, and it’s not for show. How my body is responding readily to his mouth, to the attention , is embarrassing. Chase is diligent as he teases and coaxes me to explore a new height with him.
“How are you hot, interesting, and good at this?” I whine, pleasure making me speak my thoughts out loud while tension gathers between my legs. “Don’t make me cum if you don’t want me to fall for you, Chase.”
I don’t know where these words are coming from. Maybe he’s eating away my painfully overt self-awareness that I have kept hidden in my pussy?
His shoulders shake even harder, his tongue-game fumbling as I distract him. I laugh with him, feeling a little hysterical. It’s cut off when two of Chase’s fingers dip into my core. I hiss at the stretch then choke on another groan as he begins to pump them in and out of me.
“So wet ,” Chase breathes in awe as he glances up at me from between my legs. “Is this all for me, Beatrix?”
Chase doesn’t wait for a response. He simply dives back into the fray and continues devouring me. Embarrassment wars with my desire, leaving me choking on my words. All I can do is hold on to the comforter for dear life as he causes the tension to gather tighter and tighter between my legs. At this point, I feel like I can barely breathe. Heat burns me from the inside out as I struggle to hold on as Chase takes me closer to the precipice of bliss.
My legs begin to shake. It’s the only warning I get. Suddenly I’m spinning out of control on a wave of pleasure. Chase’s name reaches every corner of the room as I shout it while my orgasm tears through me. The heat that billows up from my core and finds its way to each of my extremities is extraordinary. My body bears down on Chase’s fingers that continue to caress me until a second orgasm follows the first.
My eyes flutter open as the second wave of pleasure lessens. The sound of my panting is loud, only interrupted by the soft cries on the other side of the wall.
Chase lowers my legs off his shoulders with a surprising amount of care. The lower half of his face is shiny with evidence of my arousal. He sits up on his knees and stares down at me with an expression I can’t quite read. Angry? Confused? But even as I consider those options, little shifts on his face here and there make me believe I’d made up the negativity altogether.
He flashes me a smile that feels a bit too feral for my liking, but I push the uneasy feeling aside as he yanks off his shirt and tosses it further onto the bed. My eyes drink in the body before me, noting the muscle that ripples as he moves to unbutton his jeans and the small circular scars that pepper his skin. I don’t ask him about them. It’s none of my business, and he hasn’t asked me about the fading bruises that cover my body—giving me the grace to pretend they’re not there. So I push aside the thought of them and watch as Chase’s dick springs free of its confines. I feel ridiculous as a blush climbs into my cheeks. I’ve seen dicks before, but this is one of the few times I’ve seen one willingly and it’s… big.
Not wanting to overthink its size and wanting to return the pleasure Chase had just given me, I move, giving into instinct and desire. Suddenly we’re both on our knees, facing one another on the mattress.
I grab Chase’s erection almost lovingly and slide my hand down it with a tight grip. His nostrils flare and a hard tremor runs through him. Taking that as a good sign, I suck in a shaky breath and admit, “I’ve not done this before so… Let me know if I’m doing something wrong, ok?”
Chase’s smile falls as I dare to lower myself onto my forearms. It’s bold for me, but for some reason, I want to be bold for this man. When I’m eye level with the long, gloriously veiny dick in front of me, I open my mouth and take the tip into my mouth. Reaching up, I brace my hands on Chase’s thighs. My tongue circles the soft bulbous point before running through his slit. Chase’s shaky gasp turns into a moan as I take more of him into my mouth. A dark thought whispers to me, and I try not to smile as I use my teeth and carefully press them into Chase’s flesh.
“Beatrix!” he yelps. His body shakes with laughter, however, when I don’t apply any more pressure. I pull away to look up and give him a half smile.
“ Gotta let them hear you ,” I say, throwing his words back at him.
Chase laughs again. The sound is cut off though when I wrap my lips back around him and take his dick to the darkest recess of my throat. Chase’s loud groan is followed by a surprisingly hard thrust of his hips. I gag hard but attempt to breathe through the panic. Tears bead at the corner of my eyes as he grabs either side of my face.
“You want me to teach you how to properly suck dick, Beatrix? Fine. I’ll do so happily,” he growls before letting out a deep, eerily twisted snicker.
He pulls halfway out of my mouth only to thrust all the way to the back of my throat, then down it. I choke and sputter, spit seeps from the corners of my mouth, and snot forms as he repeats the motion over and over.
For a moment, I try to fight him. What kind of asshole fucks someone’s face like this when they just met? But as I struggle to breathe and taste the salty treat of his precum leaking down the back of my tongue into my throat, I realize that I’m being used. Used like a toy. A mindless, emotionless object. I’m scared and I’m turned on because of it—just like how I felt when my devil came to claim my body. This is it. This is what I’ve been looking for. A shiver of absolute delight slices down my spine and I groan, pleased that I’ve found what I was looking for.
I force myself to relax. The minute I do, I find myself feeling freer than I’ve ever felt before.
With drool dribbling from my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks, and loudly gagging, I’m thrilled . My body is suddenly flush, and I ache for Chase’s touch again. My pussy clenches around nothing. Will he cum down my throat, or does he plan for things to go further this evening? Either option excites me.
I look up into Chase’s face, imploring him not to stop. To continue to use me as he sees fit. I could drift in this half-panic, half-euphoric state forever. Chase stares back down at me, his mouth bracketed from concentration, his pupils blown wide and dark. His nostrils flare as our eyes meet.
“Your lips look so perfect wrapped around me,” he growls through clenched teeth. “And the sound of your whimpers? Good fucking lord, Beethoven would be envious of the music I’m creating with your vocal cords.”
I shiver under his attention. My body is growing hotter. I need just a little bit of relief. If not, at this rate I’ll implode. Letting go of one of his thighs, I reach down between my legs to find that I am soaking wet. More than I’ve ever been before. There’s no time to be surprised or embarrassed or even give it a second thought as I roll my clit between my fingers. It’s swollen and overly sensitive, but I push the slight discomfort away and give into my baser desires.
“Does choking on my dick make you feel alive, Beatrix?” Chase asks breathlessly as he picks up the brutal pace. “You fucking masterpiece. Walking into that bar like you’re hot shit. Now look at you, nothing more than a dick-starved slut. The transformation is magical.”
His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, dragging my spit across my cheek almost lovingly. I hum, loving the filthy words tumbling from his mouth. It’s almost better than hearing about his adventures. The sound causes Chase to hiss and shove his dick further back. My nose brushes against the dark pubes at the base of his cock.
“You’re more beautiful now with tears running down your face and your makeup smeared than you were when I first saw you. The things I want to do to you. The way I want to make you scream … You’re perfect. I can already see how good you’d be for me, always.”
Suddenly he pulls his dick all the way out. I gasp and sputter but don’t stop toying with my clit. As he pulls back some, I’m forced to drop my other hand away from his thigh onto the bed to catch myself.
“Keep going,” Chase rasps as he climbs off the bed.
As if I could stop. Sniffling and gasping for air, I shove two fingers inside of me, searching for the right spot to make myself cum. Chase opens a duffle bag by his feet and rummages through it. Swearing under his breath, he yanks his clothes out and throws everything in his quest. I groan as I watch the muscles in his back ripple. I bite my bottom lip but let it go to whine out his name.
“ Finally ,” he hisses to himself as he gets to his feet. He’s back on the bed with me in two-and-a-half long strides.
He reaches down to grab my chin. Yanking my head upward, he forces me to look up at him while he uses the other to bring up a foil packet to his mouth.
“Turn around and present yourself to me.” With that, he rips the corner of the condom wrapper.
I’m so close to my third orgasm that my legs and body are already trembling. Part of me wants to ignore him, but as he pins me with a look that could melt paint, a sick excitement washes through me. I pull my hand free from my core and sit up so that I’m once more on my knees.
As I watch the latex stretch over his shaft, I dare to whisper, “Make me.”
Chase pauses for half a second. I look up to catch his eyes widening. The surprise is chased away, however, with a look so dark that, if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in some serious trouble. He grabs my neck with a biting grip, one that steals my breath away. With a move that he must practice on other lovers, I’m suddenly thrown onto my back. I try to gasp, but he grips me tighter, cutting off the sound. His other hand grabs my leg and throws it back over his shoulder. He does the same to my other leg. With his body between both my legs, he leans forward, effectively folding me in half.
Without warning, his dick slides into me with one hard thrust.
The stretching burns . His two fingers were already a tight squeeze, but this? I open my mouth to scream but Chase’s hand only squeezes my throat tighter. I need air. The world is starting to spin a little. But the thought of breathing is chased away as my inner walls flutter around Chase’s cock, greeting him with a tight embrace. A soft groan manages to escape before he cuts that sound off too.
“How’s that, huh?” Chase asks with a dark smirk. “Do you like to be told what to do? Do you like being forced to do something, Beatrix?”
His hip rock back and forth hard. I try to grunt but can’t. Chase repeats the motion. The hard thrust of his hips rocks my body and almost hurts. But I love it. My pussy flutters and heavily leaks arousal in response to the harsh tempo Chase begins. I don’t have much control in this position but I try to rock my hips in time with with Chase’s as incredible, hot tension begins to coil in my lower abdomen once again.
“That’s right, Beatrix, you’re taking my cock so well. You’re such a good girl,” Chase chuckles darkly. “This side of you is a surprise to me, Beatrix. You come off as so shy and timid, but look at you now. There’s so much hope in your eyes and such a powerful urge to please. Hm… You’re dangerous to me. I have a thing for good girls.”
The rough snaps of his hips soften for just a moment as he rolls his hips and his pelvis grinds against my clit. A hard tremor rushes through me. Oh… If I could breathe, I’d be panting with how good this feels. He does this again and again before suddenly shifting back and driving into me ruthlessly.
“Being so accommodating isn’t good for your health—not around me at least. I might not let you walk out of here tonight. I could keep you and use you until you’re full of my cum, and I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Knowing that’s what I wanted. I think you’d stay here and let me fulfill all my dirty fantasies just because you know that would make me happy.”
His words are unraveling what little sanity I have. If I could groan, I would as my body squeezes and milks Chase’s dick. It has a hard time holding him though as he pulls out and slams back into me. My body is jerked back, and the headboard hits the wall.
Our lack of vocal noises will definitely be made up for by that . I hope our neighbors enjoy it.
Chase rams into me again. The jolt of pleasure that comes with the intensity of his thrust is heightened by the lack of air. He lowers his face so that it hovers an inch above mine. Somehow, there are shadows upon his face despite the light on in the room. They distort his features into that of a handsome nightmare. Or maybe that’s just the lack of air getting to me.
“You want to breathe? Earn it. Take my cock until I’ve had my fill of you. If you’re a good girl, then I just might let you live.”
Do I even want to breathe? The thought of getting up and walking out of here doesn’t seem appealing. My life up until this point has been an endless nightmare.
Before I can dwell too much on that thought, Chase leans down. He captures my mouth with his as he sets a brutal pace. As he uses my body as he sees fit, his teeth bite at my bottom lip before he skims his teeth across my chin to just below my jawline. His other hand comes around my neck to join the first and he applies more pressure. My body squeezes around him as if to mimic his hands. He groans loudly before swearing and picking up speed.
The room is beginning to spin too fast and is growing dark. I’m starting to lose feeling in my limbs. Reaching up, I wrap my hands loosely around his wrists. Chase’s grip tightens—as if he’s afraid I’ll try to pull him off. Rather than fight him, I slide my hands up and down his forearms in encouragement. I hold his gaze even as his face starts to fade and, with my eyes, I implore him to use me harder. To find something worthy in me. If holding my life in his hands is what will make him happy, then so be it.
You want this life, Chase? You can have it.
Something changes in Chase’s expression. The intense, almost savage hunger etched into his handsome features softens. His brows come together and his mouth tilts downward ever so slightly.
Don’t stop. Just take me away… Let me just blink out of existence. I’ll be fine. Come on, Chase…
Being beautifully dicked to death doesn’t seem such a terrible way to go. Staring into a handsome face as my world narrows until it’s out of focus is more doable than I thought it would be.
Chase holds my gaze, watching with rapid interest even as he fucks me harder than ever. His brows furrow, and he bares his teeth as he reads everything on my face. A cool, but not unpleasant darkness envelops me as I lose focus.
“Good girl, Beatrix,” Chase’s words sink into the darkness with me.
Then the pressure around my neck disappears.
The sudden ability to breathe, paired nicely like a fine wine at dinner with Chase's brutal thrusts and praise, sends me over the edge in explosive pleasure. Though I make no noise, in my head I'm screaming about the rapture as my body convulses. A strange feeling of release loosens the muscles in my pelvis, and I can feel warm liquid rush out of me. It’s forgotten as all thoughts escape me. The hard convulsing in my body is a shock of life to my system and I suck in all the delightful pleasure this moment is feeding me.
Above me, Chase curses again. His hips snap against me twice more before he goes still as he finds his own release. I watch through hooded eyes as his jaw clenches, eyes squeeze shut, and a vein bulges against his forehead. Still deep inside of me, Chase starts to move again, this time in short thrusts as if he’s trying to feed my womb all of his release. Each jerk of his dick spurs on an aftershock of pleasure. I groan hoarsely, savoring them. Above me, Chase remains quiet as he cums. It's a marvel because the way he's still going tells me this moment was just as good for him as it was for me.
When he finally stills again, Chase's eyes open. His green and brown eyes trail over my face with an unreadable expression. Reaching forward, he cups my cheek and caresses it with his thumb. The motion is strangely tender and I freeze, surprised by it. For a second, neither of us say a word. Only our heavy breathing fills the silence. Then, without warning, Chase pulls out and away from me. He settles on his knees as his eyes flicker to between my legs.
“A squirter? Color me surprised.” He doesn't sound surprised, or even look it. In fact, he might as well be wearing a mask. Gone are his friendly smiles and teasing tone. In their place is an eerie stillness about him.
My face warms with embarrassment. Is that what happened? I roll out from beneath him and scramble off the bed, ready to run as far and as fast as I can from him. I glance at the large wet spot on his sheet and internally groan. What the hell was this about? When has my body ever done this ? I wish the floor would just open up and eat me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as shame starts to chase away the hazy moment of bliss. “You're probably going to have to ask for new sheets. I-I've never done that before.”
Shaking his head slowly, he seems to come back into himself. He gives me a sly smile as I move off the bed.
“An easy fix. Now where do you think you’re going?”
I pick up my skirt and shirt off the floor and look for my bra. “I told you, I can’t stay. I have a big day tomorrow.”
Quickly, I dress, forgoing looking for my underwear. All I want to do is get out of here. I got my rush, and now I’m regretting it immensely. What was I thinking? I just had sex with a complete stranger, and he almost choked me to death. Sure I liked it in the moment, but now? I feel crazy for even allowing that to happen. He could’ve killed me. I shimmy on my skirt, slide my shoes on, and grab my purse before heading to the door.
My hand is trembling as I reach for the doorknob and fear supersedes all else. I can’t believe I just did this… Without sparing Chase a glance I mutter, “Thanks. Have fun on your future adventures.”
Without missing a beat, he replies, “I’ll see you around, Beatrix.”
I don’t respond. There’s no need, we both know we probably won’t ever see each other again. I leave, slamming the door shut behind me. As I hurry across the motel’s parking lot, I mentally make a note to look up a therapist in the area.
Because clearly, I’ve lost my damn mind.