Chapter 18 #2
From everywhere and nowhere all at once.
For a second, I consider keeping right where I am, just curling into a ball and hiding in the shadows. But this is literally his home.
He knows this hunting ground inside and out. I’m the tourist here.
I hear the rustle of a large body brushing past tree branches from somewhere to the left.
My pulse jackhammers, my skin tingling with a terrifyingly erotic rush as I scamper to the side and duck behind another looming statue.
I glance back around the corner, peeking back toward the stag statue.
A shadow ripples across it, and I suck in my breath, darting back.
“Mmmm, you’re hiding so well,” Bane growls through the dark mist. “But the thing is, I can smell your fear and anxiety.” He chuckles darkly. “I can also smell how fucking wet that greedy little cunt is. It’s giving you away, baby.”
I scurry down a path, then dart into the shadows of the low, overhanging branches of a tree.
“Your pulse is as loud as a drum. Every breath gives you away, baby girl.”
I shake as I huddle under the branches, hugging myself. He wasn’t fucking kidding when he said he'd hunt me like prey. That’s exactly how I feel right now: like a small forest animal being stalked by an apex predator.
A twig cracks nearby. It’s so quiet up here on the roof, under the glass, high above the noise of the city. Maybe he can hear my heartbeat. My breathing. My very thoughts.
I peer through the branches and spot the stag statue again. Wait. The statue was back the other way. And that’s not the way stag’s head was fac—
When the statue turns, its tall, lethal antlers clawing toward the sky, I almost scream in pure blind terror as its eyes flicker like obsidian, piercing the fog.
My heart lurches into my throat as I back away. The antlers advance, slowly, stalking me. I almost trip as I turn and dart down another pathway, my breath becoming ragged as a million synapses fire in my brain at once.
Suddenly, this is more than I was bargaining for.
Much more.
I whirl and start to bolt back to the door that leads downstairs. To normalcy.
To a life I understand, even if it hurts.
I know he said it was locked. But maybe I can bang on it and get Alfred’s attention. He can't know that his boss plays insanely fucked-up kink games on the roof at night dressed like a fucking stag.
Heavy footsteps follow me. I somehow stifle the urge to scream, but the ragged panting of my breaths is far too loud as I dart down a row of hedges, stumble my way around a leering gargoyle, clawing my way through mist and branches, trying to get back to the door.
I almost make it.
I can see the fucking thing. Then a branch snaps behind me, jarring me and causing me to make the fatal mistake of starting to turn.
No.
I trip over my own feet, and I’m trying to course correct when a hand wraps like iron around my calf.
“Gotcha.”
I scream blue murder as he twists my leg sharply, violently sending me to the ground. Stars explode through my vision, my breath slammed from my lungs. I kick against the ground, desperate to claw myself up.
Not happening.
A heavy weight slams into me, crushing me to the ground and forcing whatever air is left in my lungs out of them. A big hand wraps around my mouth, clamping it shut, choking back my cry.
My hair gets wrapped around a fist and yanked so hard that I swear he’s trying to tear it from my scalp.
. Pain and adrenaline explode through my system as he tugs my head back by the hank of hair.
His teeth scrape across the tender skin of my neck, up my jugular until his hot breath is right in my ear.
“Now you’re fucking MINE, baby.”
He lets go of my mouth but keeps me pinned against the ground between the fistful of my hair and his body on mine. His weight lifts for a moment, but before I can hope for escape, his hand grabs the back of my yoga pants.
Oh fuck…
I groan, choking on another cry as Bane violently tears both my pants and my underwear down, shoving them to my knees. I kick and thrash; fear, adrenaline, need and raw hunger swirling in me, igniting my blood more than any hit from a needle ever did.
Bane rips off my shoes and tosses them aside, yanking my pants off but leaving my torn panties caught around one ankle, like he doesn’t give a shit so long as he can spread my legs.
…Which is exactly what he does next.
I moan, still fighting, but realizing how fucking futile it is. He pins my cheek to the ground, his hand twisting my hair tight as he shoves my legs apart and settles his weight on the backs of my thighs.
SMACK.
I scream when he slaps my ass, over and over, until I don’t know where pain stops and pleasure begins.
He shoves my shirt up my back, then grunts in frustration before he lets go of my hair and uses both hands to literally rip the shirt in two. He lets the pieces drop to each side, still covering my lower arms. My bra is next, my body jerking as he rips the back clasp open.
The lace of my bra and the tatters of my shirt get shoved up my body, freeing my breasts, and I whine when my sensitive nipples drag across the rough ground.
His palm crashes against my ass again as his other hand shoves under me to maul one of my tits, viciously torturing a nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“You look so fucking perfect like this, little bird,” he growls, his voice a whole new level of dark, rasping like a monster. “Like you were made to take my cock in all your slutty holes on the ground like this, like my good little cum-whore.”
Jesus Christ.
It’s so fucked up. So raw, so violent, so demented.
…And it’s pushing every fucking button I have.
The jangle of his belt buckle rips me back to reality. My eyes go wide, my breath choking against the dirty ground. I think again of the fucking size of him, and my insides rebel.
“No!” I scream, trying to shove him off as fear grips me. “Wait! You're too big!”
Bane chuckles darkly behind me, his only response to slap my raw, red ass again. He roughly shoves my legs wider, his knees on either side of my hips as I feel him brace himself over me with a hand.
“Please!” I choke. “Please, stop—”
“You know how to make it stop, baby,” he purrs. I cry out, whimpering as he roughly cups my throbbing pussy, his finger easily sinking into me as I blubber and moan into the ground. “But the thing is,” he snarls, “I don’t think this pussy WANTS me to stop.”
He strokes up and down my slit, making my hips roll on their own accord.
Then his hand slips away, and his hips push lower, and I feel the huge, swollen head of his cock at my opening.
Holy fucking Christ.
He’s going to tear me in two. He’s going to literally kill me with his dick.
“Bane!”
“Just say the fucking word, baby,” he rasps into my ear, smearing the head of his dick up and down my pussy lips.
I whimper, flailing my hands in a futile attempt to claw at him or shove him away. But all that happens is my wrists are grabbed and my hands slammed to the ground above my head.
His cock pushes against my hole, and my body tenses.
Fucking hell, he’s not even using a condom.
“Please, no…” I choke into the ground. “It’s too big!”
Bane ignores me. I know why.
I haven’t said the word.
I’ve thought it over in my head and tasted it on my tongue. But even now, with pure blind terror blurring the lines between fear and excitement, pain and pleasure, I still can’t bring myself to say it out loud.
And even when I try to tell myself it’s all for Lark—to learn the secret he’s dangling over my head—I know that’s bullshit.
I’m not doing this out of some twisted sense of loyalty to her memory.
I’m not saying pirouette because I fucking want this.
Deep down, I’m a twisted, subby, deviant little cum slut.
And he’s about to prove it.
“There’s a good girl,” Bane rasps into my ear as the swollen head of his dick slips between my slick pussy lips and lodges there. I gasp when his teeth rake up my neck before biting down.
“Scream for me, baby.”
He rams in with one brutal stroke, and he damn well gets his wish.
I fucking yell as his monster dick tears into me, stretching me past anything I could have ever imagined as he fills me to the limit.
It fucking hurts. but Bane just groans, grinding his fat cock deep inside me before he rolls his hips back, pulling back out.
He thrusts into me again, forcing the air from my lungs, making me let out a choked, guttural uuungh.
My eyes roll back as he slides out and then roughly fucks into my poor pussy again.
Except slowly, the pain is starting to fade.
He rolls his hips again, sliding out and then viciously fucking back into me.
The sloppy wet sounds of my pussy clinging to his swollen dick fill my ears as Bane starts to ram me harder, faster, his groin crashing into my tenderized ass as he starts to well and truly fuck me.
And that twisted, snarling, ragged and rough thing inside of me roars.
I scream in pleasure, my eyes squeezed shut as the sheer monstrous size of him pummels my pussy into fucking submission.
My legs are shaking, his every thrust driving the air from my lungs with those grunted uuungh uuungh uuungh sounds.
My arms strain against the hand wrapped tight around my wrists as he ruts into me like a wild animal.
“Mmm, baby,” he snarls. “Your sweet, messy cunt is taking my cock like such a good little whore. Such a greedy cum hole for me to fill. Fuuuuck!” he roars, groaning loudly as he rams into me.
“This pretty pussy is strangling the fuck out of my dick, baby. I’m going to break it, little bird.
I’m going to break this fucking pussy so it never works for anyone else but me. ”
He drives in over and over, stroking against that spot inside that makes me liquefy.
The place that makes my legs shake and quiver uncontrollably, my pulse jackhammer, and my whole world dim until all I know is the deliciously brutal sensation of his huge cock fucking into me and completely owning me.
I scream into the ground as I come so hard that tears bead in the corners of my eyes.
My belly clenches, my walls clamping down around his huge dick as I spasm, my body arching from the ground.
A spray of wet liquid coats my thighs and the ground beneath me, and I’m dimly aware of being amazed at myself.
I’ve never done that before. But then, I’ve never once, even in my wildest fantasies, been fucked like this.
I come again, squirting on his cock and my thighs a second time before Bane finally slows his thrusts. I cry out, sobbing in pleasure on the ground as he slaps my ass once, twice, three times.
I shiver when he slides his massive size out of me, literally leaving me feeling empty and stretched open as he rolls me over like a limp ragdoll.
…and my heart lurches into my throat.
Holy FUCK.
I almost scream. Because when he rolls me onto my bruised and battered back, I’m staring up into the face of a nightmare creature.
A monster with Bane's torso—sculpted from marble, covered in tattoos and scars, with muscles everywhere.
With huge arms, broad, sculpted shoulders, a wall of chest, and grooved abs and hip muscles that dive down to where his fucking huge dick juts thick, swollen, and still hard as rock, glistening with my cum.
But the head turns him monstrous. Because I’m not looking into Bane’s face. I’m looking up at a blank, black mask, featureless except for shadowed eyeholes…
…and huge, towering horns, like those of a stag, jutting up and clawing at the night sky.
I pale when he moves over me and roughly pushes my legs apart.
I chew on my lip, just staring at this fearsome vision as he fists his big dick and eases the swollen head against my battered pussy.
He grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his hips.
Then he reaches for the other one, and I weakly lift it into his grip, whimpering as my legs wrap tight around his hard body.
He looms over me, the mask barely a foot from my face and the antlers twisting into the sky above. He braces one veined hand flat on the ground next to me. The other wraps around my throat, sending a bolt of dark need snaking through my core.
My hands fall against him, fingertips dragging over a burn scar across his tattooed chest. His grip tightens around my neck, making my eyes squeeze shut as his cock pushes into me.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he rasps. “Eyes on me while I tear this greedy cunt in half.”
This time, I’m not only ready for the brutality. I'm craving it. Needing it.
As much as I want to call him the monster—for trapping me, for binding me with a fucking contract, for giving me a goddamn safe word and chasing me like an animal before straight up breaking my pussy with his gigantic cock, and for wearing a fucking antler mask while he’s doing it—that’s not quite fair.
Maybe he is a monster. But he’s not the only one.
If he’s broken and monstrous, then so am I.
I cry out, my hips lifting off the ground as Bane shoves his fat cock into my body. He starts to fuck me hard, pounding me into the dirty ground beneath me, my ass and back scraping against it as I wrap my arms and legs around him and surrender to the madness.
Again, and again he rams into me, churning my insides, twisting that needy ache inside me until I can’t stand it any longer. Then, without warning, he rips the mask off, letting it fall to the ground, his wild, obsidian eyes stabbing into me.
“Eyes on me, little bird,” he rasps as his hand wraps tight around my throat and as his monster cocks buries itself in me to the hilt. As whatever grip on reality that I have left shatters into a million pieces and I explode for him all over again.
“Eyes always on me.”
His mouth crushes to mine. And just as my orgasm starts to detonate inside of me, I feel his teeth pierce my lip. Copper floods my mouth, and suddenly, everything twists and writhes and shatters.
Every nerve, atom, and pleasure point in my body ignites in white fire as he roars into my mouth, and his hard, violent body coils and clenches against me.
His cock throbs and pulses, and I moan into his lips as I feel the hot ropes of his cum spilling into me, over and over and over as I come for him again.
Something feels different when he finally stops. Not just the raw, numb ache between my legs. Not the scrapes and bruises on my ass and back, or the taste of copper as a drop of blood trickles down my cheek from the corner of my mouth.
I just opened Pandora’s box. I just stepped through the fucking looking glass into Alice’s world.
And there’s no coming back.