Chapter Twelve
Wyatt
The fear in her eyes is making my cock push painfully against my pants. She struggles against me, but all it does is rub her bare ass against my dick. I stop myself from groaning. I’m sure she thought all of these extra locks and window blocks would keep me out. They don’t actually stop anyone, if someone wants to get in, they will always find a way.
Watching her tongue a guy, just to get a rise out of me at the club, had me seeing red. When I stopped her at her Lyft, her body reacted to me, just like I knew it would. Drugging her will play a major part in what I am about to do to her. I had Kade pay for her Lyft while I had her distracted. And Elena was a little preoccupied to notice. I told the man to drive the long way and take a few wrong turns. He was more than happy to do so, either because he wanted to watch my girl or because of the hundred we gave him.
I reach up and put the blindfold over her eyes and she cries. A smile spread across my face. I tie it tight to make sure it doesn’t come off in the shower. I love that she fights me. It will make it that much sweeter when I force her body to obey me. She will learn who owns her, whether she wants to or not .
I bend her over, “If you move, what I have planned for you will last days instead of just tonight. Do you understand?” Her shoulders shake from her sobs, but she nods her head.
“Good girl.” I trail my knife down her body until I reach her ankles.
I half expected her to try to kick me, but she doesn’t, she sits there like the good whore I know she is. I wrap the cuffs around her ankles, and she tries to move but realizes she can’t.
“I thought we would need this.”
Clicking the button, her feet move, spreading her open for me. I hear her cry out and she starts thrashing against me.
“You will obey me,” I command a little louder.
I reach around and cup her cunt, happy to find her soaked. “The good thing about what you took is you can come over and over. Now, if I decide to deny you, your pussy will react to the slightest touch. By the end of the night, you will be begging me to fuck your tight pink pussy with my knife.”
I lift her and place her into the shower. She keeps pulling on the belt that wraps her wrists together, making them red and raw. “If you keep that up, they’ll mark, and everyone will know that I was here and you came for me.” She says something unintelligible.
“Do you think you deserve to come, Blair?” I whisper as I run my knife over her wet body.
The Molly I gave her is in full effect, the slightest touch makes her cunt ach with need. Her body to the touch is hot and mixed with the alcohol, I don’t think she will even remember this tomorrow. But her body is already begging me to bury my cock deep inside her. But tonight isn’t about pleasure, she will learn to obey like the good little slut she is. I am her master, and she will soon realize I am the only one she will need. I will train her body to crave mine, nobody else will even come close to what I can give her .
I rub the handle of the knife over her dripping cunt, and she tenses. “Answer me,” I whisper, and she nods her head.
I smile, “I don’t.” She whimpers, and her body sags when I remove the handle.
“Did you think that having another man here, I wouldn’t come and take what is mine?” She tries to turn around. I don’t know what she is saying, but I’m sure she’s pissed.
“You like being my little slave, my whore, don’t you, Blair?” I slowly move my fingers over her body, and she shivers.
She doesn’t want to, but her body leans into my touch. “Such a greedy little whore.” I lean up to take the shower head off and turn it to the strongest setting.
She pulls again on her restrained arms. I watch her try to escape me. I have my foot on the bar, pulling on her legs keeping her legs locked in place.
I reach around with the shower head, running the water over her upper thigh. Her head shakes and she tries to move, failing of course. She looks around, trying to see what I’m doing, but the blindfold holds.
“You will beg me.” She shakes her head again.
I grab her arms and pull back, bending her into me. Her head falls on my chest and her nostrils flare.
“So beautiful,” she cries when I move it up slowly.
“If you come, Blair, I will tie you down to your bed, making sure you can’t move an inch, and I will stick my vibrator into you on the lowest setting. I will sit down and watch you beg me to get you off. I’ll make sure I place it right on your pretty little G spot. It could take hours before I come to you. Days if I have to. I won’t gag you, no, I want to hear you beg me, and you will. Do I make myself clear?”
I continue to run this shower head over her body. She slowly nods, defeated, I smirk. “Good girl. ”
I place the stream over her nipples, and she jumps, the knife is still in my hand. She will fuck the weapon I used to kill her boss, and I will force her to come on her mistake.
I move it up her inner thigh, and she tenses again because she knows what I’m about to do. I place my lips on her neck and feel her pulse drumming. I move right below her ear, and as soon as I do I move the stream to her clit, and she jerks. I bite down, causing her to moan. Her breathing is heavy, and I feel her body begin to sag. “Don’t you dare come, Blair.” Her eyes roll back, and I feel her hands grip my shirt from her restraints.
Her body shakes as she tries to fight off the orgasm. She starts shaking her head, and her grip on my shirt tightens. God, she’s fucking beautiful. I could watch her body obey me for fucking hours if I had the time. But right now, I don’t. The threat is there, and I know as much as it terrifies her, it excites her too. I move the stream of water away from her.
She’s mumbling something through her gag. I run my tongue over her neck and to her ear. “Does it feel good, Blair?” I ask, and she nods.
I move it back to the top of her clit, and she jumps back into me. She shakes her head again, “Yes, Little Dove. You will obey me.” Her head sags again, and I can tell she’s struggling to keep it at bay.
I take the tape off her mouth and pull her panties from her mouth.
“P… Please!” She begs me.
“No.” She lets out a frustrated growl, and I chuckle.
She moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I move the water away letting her think I’m done, and I start over again. I repeat this for the next 30 minutes. Her body shakes and is covered in sweat. She has begged me, over and over again, to let her come. Each time I deny her. She’s so pissed off with me, that she’s thrown every curse word she knows at me. But she continues to do as I say.
“You want me to make you come, Little Dove?”
“Yes, God, yes.” She has completely surrendered, her resistance gone as she leans into me fully.
“Have you learned your lesson?” She pauses, and I can feel her body stiffen. I’m waiting for her to decide what she wants to do; I can keep teaching her this lesson, or she can give in.
“You don’t own me,” she finally says. I smirk and place the stream back on her swollen clit.
Her body doesn’t take long to reach her waiting orgasm. Denying her this much is torture, not only for her but for me as well. I pull it away right as her body stiffens, and I pull it away. “Have you learned your lesson?” I ask again, and she snarls at me.
She’s pissed, scared, and horny. A soft knock interrupts us. She tenses and thinks this is her chance to get help. “Go ahead, Blair. Beg for help. Beg for him to save you. But just know, I have no problem ending his life, and fucking you on top of his dying body. I will make you come into the mouth of his dead body and then I will punish you for doing it. You will find me to be very creative with my punishments.” She gulps. I know it’s the guy Elena brought home because there is no way Elena has made it to the bathroom. Even if she could, she would have just walked in.
"Blair?" he calls out. She drops her head, and a victorious smile spreads across my face.
“Answer him.” She takes a deep breath and clears her throat.
“Yeah, just trying to wash the bar stink off of me.” He laughs.
“Do you have another bathroom? I really have to piss. ”
She smirks. “No, but you can come in here and use this one. I don’t mind.”
I narrow my eyes at her, but she can’t see them, and then an idea pops into my head, and I grab the knife I had put in my pocket. I run my other hand over her body, and she shivers under my touch. She thinks she’s clever.
“You sure? I don’t… Uh, I don’t want you to think this is some ploy to get in the shower with you or something.” She laughs like what he said was hilarious.
I pinch her nipples, and she yelps. “I hate you,” she whispers, and I chuckle.
“Yeah,” she swallows hard when she hears him enter.
He doesn’t say anything else to her as he walks to the toilet.
I take the shower head and put it back on her clit, and she grips my shirt again. I take the knife’s handle and slide it into her dripping aching cunt. She bites her lips so hard I see blood run down her face.
“I want to know what it looks like for you to come and not be able to make a sound. You have until he leaves to come before your window of opportunity walks out the door, and I leave you naked and unsatisfied,” my voice is barely a whisper, but I know she heard me.
Her head throws back, and I feel her hips grind into the handle. I hear the toilet flush, and he washes his hands. “Better hurry,” I smirk.
She holds her breath, and I watch her body shake. My little whore wants to come so bad.
I watch him walk out the door through the curtain, and I remove everything, she growls. She’s so angry, I see her snarl. Her orgasm once again didn’t come. I have been denying her for almost an hour now, it’ll take a little more time to get her off. But I wanted her to surrender fully to me, and she did .
“Please,” she cries.
I run my hand down her spine and give her ass a smack. “What did you learn?” I reach down and remove the bar from her ankles.
“I won't touch another guy,” she whines.
She thinks she is clever; I know her too well to know she has no problem bringing home a girl to get her off.
“Not good enough,” I say, stepping back and I untie her blindfold.
She takes a deep breath. “I won’t let anyone else touch me,” she finally says, and I smile.
“I don’t believe you.” She curses under her breath. I’m pretty sure she just called me a selfish bastard.
She’s silent as I untie her hands, and she drops to the floor. She looks up at me trying to see my face, but I covered it tonight. I knew there was a possibility that being this close, she would see me. She gasps and moves back into the wall. “What the fuck,” she says, and I tilt my head.
It’s a simple mask I designed myself. I took a plaster cut of Alex’s face and made a mask of it. It’s only a half mask, my mouth is still visible. The look she is giving me makes it worth it. I bend down, smirking.
"You're sick!" she exclaims, getting up and trying to walk past me. I quickly grab her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“Did you think I was done with you?” I ask and her big brown eyes go wide.
“Leave me alone,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I’m just getting started, Little Dove.” I pick her up and make my way to her room.
The guy is already back asleep. I shut her door and set her down. She runs to the window, and I lock her door, as I watch her try to escape. I fold my arms over my chest, and I lean against the door. Watching her naked body run around the room is doing things to me.
She tries to get the blocks off, but when she realizes she can’t, she runs to her bed. Reaching under her pillow, she pulls out a large kitchen knife. Cute.
I smirk, as I stalk towards her. I see her hand tremble, as she is backing herself into a corner. “Stay away from me,” she swallows hard.
I get about a foot away from her when she lunges at me. I let her slice my arm, then grab the knife by the blade and fling it across the room. She looks from me to the knife on the floor and back to me. Desperately, she pushes on my chest, trying to shove me away, but I don’t budge. I step closer, trapping her against the wall. Her eyes dart around frantically before returning to meet mine.
“I will fuck whoever I fucking want to! You are some stalker who broke into my home, killed my boss, and tried to punish me. Why? Because I’m a girl who wants to get laid? Because I want to go out and bring a guy home to have him fuck me until the sun comes up? Do you think you get to tell me what I can and can’t do? I don’t even know you! You don’t get to do shit!” Her legs are trembling, and her forehead drips from the shower. She doesn’t scream it, but her chest is heaving, and her nostrils are flaring. If looks could kill, I might be dead.
I flash her a smile, and she clenches her fists at her sides. Seeing her this worked up is fucking sexy as hell. But I can't let her speak to me this way. I step closer, and her eyes go wide as she realizes she has nowhere to go. Reaching up, I grab her throat, restricting her air. Her hands automatically fly up to try and pry me off, her nails digging into my skin, but I don't budge. Leaning in close to her face, I whisper threateningly, “If you wanted to have someone fuck you until the sun came up, why didn’t you just say so?” Her mouth falls open, she goes to say something before I cut her off. I lean in, and force her head to mine, placing a hard kiss on her lips.
“I will be happy to do that for you, Little Dove.”
I feel her body starting to go slack, so I remove my hand. She coughs and spits, struggling to catch her breath. "You. Will. Not. Touch. Me," she says, each word punctuated by a gasp.
Glancing at my watch, I note that I have about thirty minutes before I need to leave. That should be ample time to make my point. I grab her hair and forcefully pull her onto the bed. She cries out and quickly places her hands on the bed, scooting all the way back to the headboard. Tilting my head to the side, I gaze at her shaved pussy and perfect tits.
I stride over to her and seize her ankles, pulling her forcefully towards me. She begins to thrash around, but I smirk as I maneuver on top of her, straddling her hips. Taking her wrists, I pin them firmly above her head.
"Keep fighting," I growl, my voice dripping with dominance, "either way, I will do what I want."
She bucks her hips in an attempt to throw me off, but I remain firmly seated.
"Get off me!" she demands, her voice filled with defiance.
“You don’t want to come, Blair?” I lean down and ask. Her body is sweating, and her pulse is racing.
“I bet if I slide my fingers over your pretty pussy, your body will tell me the truth.”
I rise from the bed and swiftly flip her over, pulling her arms under her front and threading them through her legs. Bending her knees, I grab my belt and tightly wrap it around her legs, completely immobilizing her. She struggles and cries out in distress. With a firm hand, I deliver a sharp smack to her ass, eliciting a yelp of pain from her lips .
“What lesson did you learn?” I ask again, and she cries harder.
“Why are you doing this?” She asks.
“Wrong.” I smack her pussy and she gasps.
She takes a few deep breaths, attempting to untie her hands while feigning nonchalance as if I can't see her. She stops abruptly, gritting her teeth in frustration.
"Nobody will touch me," she spits out defiantly.
"And?" I respond coolly, reaching down to run my knuckles over her wet cunt, ignoring her protest.
“Only you will,” she whispers, and I slide a finger in her, she moans, all fight leaving her body.
Breaking her is everything I knew it would be. The fire in her ignites, but in a whole different way than she wanted.
"Who do you belong to?" I demand, shoving another finger inside her, feeling her pussy clench around them.
"You," she cries out, and I continue fingering her relentlessly.
Her moans fill the room, and I add another finger, intensifying the sensation. I spit on her ass and rub it in with my thumb. Though she tenses up, she's unable to escape; she'll just have to endure it.
"Please, don't," she pleads.
“You will learn who is in charge, and you will not disobey me again. I don’t make threats I can’t back up,” I slip my finger into her ass, and she cries out.
“Who do you belong to?" I demand again, fingering her with such force that the bedrocks back and forth.
"You," she cries out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and submission.
I feel her body stiffen, and then, with a scream, she comes all over my hand, soaking my shirt and pants with the intensity of her orgasm. “Good girl, Blair. You’re such a good girl.” She whimpers.
“Are you going to bring a guy home?” I whisper in her ear, and she shakes her head the best she can. She’s still riding the high of her orgasm.
Untying her hands, her body sags to the bed. I pull her up fully on the bed and cover her up. Leaning down I kiss her forehead, placing a Dove chocolate on her nightstand.
“What’s your name?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Good night, Little Dove.”
I turn and grab my things from the floor. Opening her bedroom door, I glance one more time at the girl who now owns a piece of me I can never get back. I lock her door and exit through the bathroom window.
My phone had been going off nonstop for the last hour, but I needed to show her I meant what I said. I should have fucked her with Alex’s fingers, maybe then she would have taken me seriously. But she wasn’t trying to get a rise out of her masked stalker, no, she wanted to piss off the me she knows. The guy at the bar who makes her squirm.