Chapter 18 | Her
As soon as the door shuts behind me, I crash to the floor.
The sensations have been intensifying along with the vibrations. They have been upping ever since I left to fix my makeup after the dinner; in the beginning they were a bit milder, and by the time we came back upstairs the vibrations had grown to a painfully wild level.
It was such a pain in the ass to keep my facial expressions to a normal; and talking or comprehending was another rather difficult activity soon after our first kiss. I mean the jerk couldn’t spare me one moment without thinking about him; even on my first real date.
Especially on my first real date with a guy I really am into.
My thoughts deviate to our kiss; him biting my lip, holding me by my waist for the first time... everything was so freaking special. I run a finger on my lip trying to remember the feeling of being kissed for the first time.
Technically, it isn’t.But I can’t count the psychopath ravaging me while drunk as my first. Neither can I count the one, two...ugh the many violations he did on my lips as anything worth considering even close to my special moment.
But there’s another problem, my first real kiss was a contradiction too; because it was more like a blurred line that I can’t promise to not have crossed. My lips may have been on Nakul’s, or my hands on his body, or in his hair. Our bodies may have been rubbing together... and the electricity of his touch might have ignited my skin, my mind even.
But the truth is that I was not entirely in the place where I was in actuality. I was not in his arms alone; the ache down in the juncture between my thighs was not entirely his. It was like my body and mind were being shared by two people. It’s like I’m growing shameless enough to accept that my creep has a hold on me. My body and mind are drifting between two people, both tearing me apart with equal intensity.
The way my body ached for these two men tonight was an indication how bad I am craving my soul to be free of all taboo and let both of them please my depraved twisted thirst. Even if it makes my mind dance on the edge of insanity, I don’t care anymore. I need them both!
I start grinding on the vibrating device, pushing my guard further away; while touching my body with the other. The couch never felt so warm, the leather imitating his rough touch on my exposed body; like I am lying on top of one of them while the other one plunges deep into me. Which one of them I have no clue... but my imagination is wild tonight, and I am getting all of me stuffed.
Just before another moan could make its way out of me, I am pushed out of my trance with a new text message popping on my screen lighting up the entire hall dimly. I release a pained curse under my breath, before reaching out to check the message.
Unknown: Did I say you were allowed to come?
What the hell? Can he see you all around your house?Yes, dumbhead. He intruded in your house without a key or anything. There can be more than a dozen cameras placed all over. So yes, of course he can see you.
But I’m in no mood for games. Witty, it is then...
Me: I thought the toy was mine to play with.
Unknown: And you are mine to play with.
Did he just call me a toy? Ridiculous!
Me: What makes you think that?
Unknown: (evil smile emoji)
Unknown: Tell me what was going on your mind while playing with yourself?
Unknown: Did you not enjoy when I changed the intensity? Did that not push you to the edge? Now you know how I feel about you every night.
He was not supposed to know that. But how does he know about it in the first place? Did he follow us...
Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Your device is just average... So no, it did nothing of that sort.
He does not have to be so full of himself; I couldn’t even orgasm again.
Me: As a matter of fact, this vibrator is just average.
Wait... he didn’t agree, now did he? Did you screw yourself up again, Disha?
Unknown: You’re going to find out exactly what I’m talking about.
Yes, I did screw myself up, again.
Unknown: Light up the candles in the drawer on the right of the couch in the main hall.
Unknown: When you are done, kneel on your bed and wait.
God! Do you hate me? Why answer those specifically mindless prayers that I offer when I am all clouded in the head. Can’t you wait for me to be sober enough to wish something that would benefit me.
The only benefit I can get out of this is getting my pussy stretched; and I wouldn’t want this psychopath to give it to me.
Unknown: Not following instructions will only make your punishment worse, muffin.
I realize I’ve been staring blankly at my phone, sitting in the same spot.
Me: Okay, I’ll go right away.
Unknown: Good girl! And do not change what you’re wearing. This dress is looking sizzling hot on you!
Wish I could take that as a compliment.
Without testing his patience, I get to the main hall, getting and lighting the candles in my room, when a thought crosses my mind. The details with which he knows the nook and corners of my apartment. It’s odd.
Shoving my thoughts aside for later, I climb on my bed before folding myself neatly in a kneel. I look in the full-length mirror and see myself. Fucked up in the head and on my way to get fucked up in my bed.
“Are you coming? Psychopath...” I look around and say like I am talking to a ghost or a god. Only he is a God. And a dark one... Lucifer, as he called himself.
“I am ready...” I hum leisurely, absentmindedly displaying that I’m turned on due to the denied orgasm from earlier.
And all the lights go out all at once.
“What a dramatic entry for a God!” I must be stupid to crack at the sudden move.
Where is all this coming from? Don’t you remember your first time? Maybe you wouldn’t want to be all mouthy like that. You better fear what this behavior is going to cost you.
An insane chuckle catches my thoughts off guard, as the man of the hour enters the scene like the boss MMC that he regretfully is.
“Missing me already? muffin...” he flashes a smirk on his otherworldly face, draining away my savage smile from earlier as soon as my eyes meet his.
What the hell is wrong with his eyes? Normal people aren’t supposed to be so drained of color in the eyes.
My gaze falls on his gorgeously carved body, and for a few moments I forget about Lucifer; he – right here, is more of Hades. And here I am, a mortal, unable to comprehend the unnatural attractiveness that this man possesses.
Broad shoulders and chest covered in ink, tapering into a smaller waist. Abs like they’ve been chiseled right out of a rock, solid muscles showing from underneath. Even his back looks devastating in the mirror behind him.
Unlike the scorpion and thorny vines inked on his chest and shoulders, his back flaunts a single snake on the upper spine, right below the place where his thick neck ends. As my eyes trace his form, I come to grips with the fact that this man is made of solid muscles; I’ve seen what his hands are capable of doing when he broke necks like they were twigs for him. Today I can see clearly, even in the dim candle light, how strong and attractive he looks. All I wish is if only I could see what he looks like with his paint off.
“If you keep that lovely mouth of yours open like that for any longer, I’ll have to shove something inside it.” His low-pitched voice wakes me from the spell that his shirtless form had put on me.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I bite my lips with a sorry face.
“Such a good girl,” He walks towards me like he wants to kiss me instantly but stops in his steps. His expression is unreadable as he goes back to sit on the leather sofa beside his favorite extra-large mirror.
The heated silence between us is agonizing while it lasts, then he breaks the silence.
“Since you have nothing to say, let’s play a game...” his voice sinisterly playful.
My heart skips a beat. What is he planning in that extra smart mind of his.
“I’ll ask you questions, if you answer them correctly, you get rewarded, if you don’t, you get punished. Fair enough?”
Like I have a choice to say no at all. What a sick twisted version of twenty questions is he trying to play me?
It’s like a trap I have no option but to fall into; so, I nod in agreement.
“Where were you gone the entire evening?” he asks in a deadly flat tone, “And who was the guy?”
A deep fear of discovery sets foot in my previously hormone filled brain.
I almost spurt out the name before controlling my tongue, “He is a good friend. We went on an outing.”
“Wearing that?” his devilish eyes graze the exposed part of my dress.
“I like this dress.”
Don’t be a brat, Disha; you may regret.
He rubs his long fingers on his chin, looking at me delightfully, “You know, I like it too. But don’t you think you’d look much better without it?”
The sick remark earns him a quick flush of red on my cheeks, which makes him laugh while I try to avoid his eyes.
“So, you were out with your friend...” he says still trying to calm down the rush of amusement from five seconds ago, “Something tells me I’ve heard his name before?”
That’s it! he knows...
The red from my cheeks drains as cold paleness replaces the warmth from earlier, “What...no.” I have to lie but I’m not very good at this, especially if I’m already anxiety driven.
His expression darkens in a blink. Getting up from the chair, he rises to his full height, which honestly is too much to stop the scare from creeping inside my guts.
He walks towards me, before clutching my face mercilessly in his hold; pouting my lips as an effect of the force his hands are exerting on my cheeks.
He lowers his lips to my ear before whispering in a husky voice, “Is it the one you moaned?”
My only reaction is alarm as his voice goes from a whisper to a growl.
“Did you use this...” His other hand reaches for my skirt, sliding it up till he can feel the device attached to my lace thongs, “My object of pleasure... to please him?”
“No...” I try and fail again.
“I didn’t ask a question.”
He seems more pissed than the time when I actually moaned Nakul’s name.
“You know... I wanted to reward you tonight, but I guess you are fonder of punishments.” His teeth graze the skin of my cheek; his thumb rubs my bottom lip, smearing my red lipstick all over my mouth.
“And I love feasting on a good punishment.” His smirk is pure evil, as he looks me in the eye trying to feed on the fear slowly taking over my pheromones, lifting me up by the waist till I reach his eye level. My breath reaches an unsteady rhythm as I face his discolored gray eyes standing still on my knees.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. This is exactly what you wanted. Right?” his smirk has a tinge of sarcasm.
Do I want to run? Yes.
Will I be able to outrun him? No...
Looking me in the eye, he pulls out a trek knife from his back pocket before making the sharp end meet with the exposed part of my thigh. I suck a sharp breath which makes him chuckle.
“Now that’s the muffin I know...scared and helpless, before me. Only me!” his voice is full of glee just like his eyes.
In only a few swift movements of his knife, he shreds my skirt into pieces; with only fringes of material still clinging to my lower body. He then proceeds to cup my ass in his grip, pulling me closer to him; the trek knife tracing its path from my ass to my breast, stopping right between them.
“That’s where your heart is.” His knife points to the mid of my chest, “Do you know who it belongs to?”
I shake my head devoid of any courage to speak.
“It belongs to me... Only me.”
His smile fades into something darker as his eyes trace down my curves, “And this body... this fucking sexy body... is mine.”
His eyes reaching mine once again, “And that angelic soul that hides behind these beautiful eyes... is mine too.”
With him so close and staring like he’s planning to eat me alive, it’s almost impossible to breathe without making the dread obvious.
“Say it... Who do you belong to?”
I can’t reason him out; not right now with blade still close to my chest.
“You!” I say fearfully.
“And who does this body belong to...” he says huskily. His eyes filling with euphoria as the light stubble on his cheek rubs on my skin; like it’s the best feeling in the world. Smearing my cheek with his colors while he gets a tint of my smudged lipstick, our colors mix into one shade of an undecipherable stain.
“You.”
Sensing the surrender, his hold on me tightens, “Only me... It only belongs to me.”
He rises to face me again, before going in demandingly, “Say it...”
I keep quiet, unable to commit to something so selfish and degrading; but guess my silence pulls out the worst in him.
The euphoria in his eyes is slowly replaced by determination. Determination to degrade me to the point that I agree freely to be compliant with all his sick fantasies.
“Say it...” he shouts, making the tears I have been holding back in my heavy throat to slide past the dams of my eyes.
Without wasting another second, I surrender, “You... It belongs to you. Only you.”
My submission makes his face soften just slightly, before he speaks again, impelling me further down the dark pits of shamelessness.
“Who gets to devour this tiny pussy of yours?” The fingers of his other hand drifts from my ass to between my legs, sliding between the slippery folds of my slit. My stupid turned on cunt.
I jump on the sudden touch before spurting hastily, “You. Only You.”
“Good Girl. Fast learner huh!” he smiles with pride. Fucking disgusting.
And hot at the same time... making my body weep for this deranged man.
“Will you be my whore, my pious queen... Disha?” His impudent eyes are preying on my mortified existence.
“Please, don’t make me say...” I join my hands; tears freely rolling down my already damp cheeks.
He pushes the sharp end of his knife just a little – threateningly.
“Okay – okay...” I concede, “I’ll be your...”
“Say it...” his tone authoritative and harsh, “My what, Disha?” Looking like on the verge of losing his temper.
My voice breaks as the words slip out of my mouth, “Your whore... I’ll be – your whore.”
My insides hurt as the silent weep transform into sobs while the unhinged man smiles wide at the demise of my pride. His victory over my will.
“You know how much I love you.” He lowers his lips to whisper his smutty thoughts into my ears, “And how much I love to hoe the sweet young woman I met years ago into the slut that you’ve now become.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that I’ve been following you for a long-time sweetheart, and I guess I’ve made that known to you quite a number of times. Never realized it was going to take this to finally make you mine.”
The weight of those words... Am I even breathing? Am I awake, or is this some kind of nightmare playing inside my head?
The blade might be dancing on my skin, but the revelation has pierced me through; a stab right into my chest, puncturing my heart and lungs at the same fucking time. It was always him!
“Don’t worry, I may have begun with an obsession but now – now, you’re everything I have. My hope, my ambition, my insanity. You make me unhinged to the point that I hardly know myself anymore; and I hardly recognize myself.”
Pulling back to meet my eyes, he traces the sharp tip of his knife to the strap of my top, “And now I want to give you a piece of my mind; I want you to know how it feels to be unrecognizable to yourself,” tugging the blade into it and snapping, making it hang loosely on my breasts.
“You and me. We’ll both look alike; like a reflection of each other.”
With another tug down goes the once beautiful red tank top. He breathes a sigh of relief and his expression changes to something I can’t quite name. Excitement. Devilry. I cannot quite make out right now; my own head dizzy with the thought of having misjudged this guy so bad.
His breath fans my face and has a deep stink of alcohol. The smell has me choking and right when I’m about to pull my face aside, the touch of his knife deepens just a tiny bit. Enough to make me absolutely still.
“You still have to get used to the smell of whiskey. You’re lucky I have some on me.” His smile is dripping in sin.
He pulls a Macallan quart from the nightstand which he must have placed there when I was busy eyeing him earlier. Before I can react, he is pouring down the bottle of the expensive single malt all over my body, drenching me in the aroma of dried fruits and smooth oak. Bathing me from shoulders down below in notes of honey and chocolate.
I weep silently as he closes his eyes out of sheer pleasure, pulling in a breath from the juncture between my thighs making his way to the top of my chest, taking in the aroma of my arousal mixed with the aroma of toffee and baked apple.
“Now you smell like me, on you...” the accomplished look on his intoxicated face looks so handsome... I must be crazy to notice.
With one swift motion of his hand, he undoes his leather belt before folding it in a loop.
“You know what really pissed me off the other day, when you left to get engaged to that piece of shit... I realized my love wasn’t enough for you.” He narrows his eyes, “You left me when I showed you how much love, how much pleasure I can offer. When I showed you how bad I was craving you; and that no one can ever love you the way I could. Maybe you like my rage better.”
“So, remember – you begged for this punishment.” His eyes are sad and almost satire, “I promised you... And sweetheart, I am a man of my words.”
He smiles before harshly commanding, “Kneel up!”
“What?”
“Kneel up. Don’t make me repeat.” His tone is threatening, “And definitely, don’t make me wait.”
Like the puppet I am, I bury my head down into the bed, raising my ass up in the air like a fucking voyeur, while my core hums matching the rhythm of the vibrator.
Anticipation is a bitch... My heart flutters in the chest as I wait for an ass whipping with a goddamn belt. A goddamn leather belt.
When the first strike does happen, all the noises fade as my vision goes to pitch black; coming back to normal only after several seconds. He keeps delivering sharp stings on the same place before shifting to a new patch, abusing the skin there and then shifting to another; while my vision keeps going from dark to normal with each blow. After about the fifteenth, I realize the wetness between my legs dripping down my inner thigh, that’s when he goes completely silent.
The burns from the whipping turns into something else as something cold traces down the marks left by his belt. The sudden realization that it’s in fact, an ice-cube between his lips running down on all the bruises left on my skin, leaving a light sting on my sensitive skin.
“Good girl. You took your punishment so well.” He kisses a butt cheek before nipping on it playfully. “Now time for your reward, muffin.”
The next moment strong arms are hastily wrapping around my waist pulling me on my feet, after which the belt is being bound around my wrists tightly rendering my hands become useless for rest of the duration.
“On your knees... Now!” he orders.
And I comply, because do I have an option?
I kneel right in front of him on the cold floor with only the left-out shreds of my skirt and a negligible red lace thong and bra set; and a drenched body that’s screaming – why wouldn’t you ask for my fucking permission.
When I realize why I have been told to do so, I’m already facing his inhumanly thick and merciless looking erection, clearly visible through the tight leather pants; and he seems quite amused by my shocked gaping reaction to it. No, this can’t be happening. I’m not sucking him.
“Undo the button... and then the zipper,” he commands.
I raise my shaky bound hands when he growls, “Do it!”
Slowly undoing his button and zipper, I release a demon of a shaft. It’s more inhuman up close... No way that’s fitting anywhere inside me.
“Looks like you already drooling, muffin.” His voice is playful yet dripped in intoxication.
Whatever is he finding exciting about my petrified expression.
“You’re the one drooling... I – for one – am drier than the Sahara.” I eye the beads of precum on the head of his monstrosity. In an instant, the veins on the thing thickens; earning a sparkle from my eyes. Unintentionally.
The truth is that I would have been salivating at the sight before me, if this was happening in another situation or with another person. Someone with who I could be more of a person than a possession.
And even though that makes him shift a little, like the little excited boy that he is; it does not stop him from showing the rougher side of him that obviously I had asked from when my tongue decided to go against my mind.
His eyes narrow as he towers above me before thumbing my lips roughly, “We’ll see who’s wiping off their drool by the time we’re done, sweetheart.”
The next moment he is slapping his massive cock on my lips before rubbing it on my face as if daring me to take it in my mouth; the pungent liquid seeping on the head smearing on my face as if marking me of its ownership.
“Open up sweetheart. It’s all yours!” he proclaims with a sense of self-control.
I close my eyes shut before shedding silent tears of defeat as I the meat grazes my lips open; taking in the head glistening with pre-cum in my mouth and twirling my tongue around it, coating it in my spit.
Slowly the dick slides its way inside my mouth about halfway before pulling back and shoving it back in, only this time the force pushes most of it in my mouth filling the entire space inside. My eyes water as the force of the push increases with each thrust; streams of dribble leaking down the sides of my mouth.
I feel his rough hands move from the back of my head to my hair, wrapping all of it tightly ensuring his dominance over my movements.
“Take it all baby... suck all the cum out. I know you’re craving a taste of my cum.” His deep voice is dripping in arousal.
The wild movements pick a dangerously fast rhythm as he plunges the entirety of his cock inside me, burying the head down my throat. The action makes me gag instantly.
God! I had no idea what a blow job actually felt like, but if this is what it is, it’s going to be the death of me.
His cock keeps forcing its way down my throat, making me gag every single time while his hands keep busy plunging me into it. The dirty noises of slurping and gurgling mixes with his animalistic grunts, echoing in the dimly lit room, putting every porn movie I’ve ever watched to shame.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart – and look in the mirror. See how beautiful you look with my cock pushing past your lovely lips.”
Denial is useless with this man so I do as he says. I open my teary eyes and look in the mirror while he plunges his dick in my throat.
When his eyes meet mine in the mirror, for a moment his expression softens before he buries himself deep inside. A warm liquid fills my throat and makes its way down my gut without permission.
Tonight, even my mind has defied me. I feel powerless over my own body and it’s voluntary and involuntary actions.
“See how my cum fills that pretty mouth of yours.” He says releasing his shaft from my mouth, making me look like a toy who he just fed, forcefully. “That’s called ownership darling. I own you!”
And I agree, I don’t own my body anymore.
A single tear finds its way down my cheeks to right where my heart is. The one that’s not mine. My heart, my body and my soul. Only his.
I surrender!