Chapter 8
Rachel
I AM GETTING READY for my date with Alex while Noah is sitting on my bed, observing the process.
“Are you really going to go out with Alex?” he asks before he hands me the black dress I asked for. I unzip the purple one I am wearing and let it fall to the floor before I step out of it and into the black one. I lean toward Noah, and he zips it up for me.
“Yes, I am,” I respond as I look at myself in the mirror.
“What about Kai?” Noah asks and approaches me. He stands behind me, looking at my image in the mirror. “You look beautiful, Rachel.”
“Thank you.” I turn my back to him so he can unzip the dress. This is not the right dress either. I need to look hot, like ‘look what you lost’ type of hot. I need to look fucking amazing. “What about Kai?”
“You did fuck in the storage room yesterday.” I knew I shouldn’t have told him that.
“Yes, we did, and today I figured out he planted cameras in my home.” The fucking asshole actually put security cameras in to spy on me. Who does that?
“And?” Noah raises an eyebrow. “Is it that much of a problem when your story began with a kidnapping?” He does have a point, but it’s the principle of the thing. He can’t do that.
“It’s unethical to stalk someone,” I point out as I put on the red dress.
“Says the girl who liked a photo on his Instagram from ten years ago.” Noah, I love you, buddy, but you are getting on my nerves.
“That’s unrelated.” This is the right dress. I look in the mirror again. Yes, this is the best of all of them. I turn to Noah to ask his opinion, but a voice comes from downstairs.
“Rachel, you are not going out with Alex,” Kai yells from downstairs.
Noah turns to me, and I turn to Noah. “Is that Kai?” we both say in unison. But we don’t need an answer; this is, in fact, Kai, who has now reached my bedroom. How is he in the fucking house?
“Kai, what are you doing in my house?” I ask, but he ignores the question.
“Out,” he barks the order at Noah, but Noah ignores it. He steps in front of me instead.
“I am not going anywhere, Kai,” Noah says, his voice full of authority. It’s one of the few times my friend, who is usually calm and polite, has raised his voice in the years we have been friends.
“Noah, I like you, so I will say it one more time. Get out. Me and the little criminal have to talk.” Noah turns to look at me, and I nod.
“Fine. But I will be outside,” he says and leaves the room.
“You are not going on a date with Alex,” Kai repeats and steps forward. I step backward.
“You can’t tell me what to do. You are not my boyfriend,” I say with confidence.
“The fuck I am not,” Kai spits back.
“Fuck you, Kai,” I say and step forward. He doesn’t move, standing his ground like the asshole he is.
“Say it again,” he growls, and every fine hair on my body rises.
I stand my ground, straighten my posture, and repeat, “Fuck. You.”
“That’s exactly what you are going to do,” he says, twisting my body around by force.
He pushes me until I am bent over my bed, my hands falling on the soft mattress.
He pulls my dress up, and both of his hands grip my underwear.
I part my lips to protest, but before I can, the fabric is torn apart.
He tosses the destroyed pair of panties on my bed in front of me.
“If you are going to be a brat and insist on going on that date, then you are going to go full of cum,” he announces, but it’s a lie.
He can’t do that. My thoughts are disturbed by the sound of his zipper coming undone. Fuck.
“I’m not on any birth control,” I rush to explain, hoping his plan will come to a stop, but he laughs. He actually laughs, as if I told him a joke.
“I don’t care,” he tells me as he pushes inside me.
It’s not his usual way of preparing me like he did the night before.
It’s a punishment. Loud and clear. And if it were any other man, I would have crashed his skull against the iron frame of my bed, but I’ll admit I’m into a little consensual non-consent, and this is not exactly non-consensual.
I secretly love his hate-fuck plan. The moans leaving my lips as he starts fucking me against the mattress are all the consent he needs.
I grip the duvet, gathering it under me as I bite the fabric to keep myself silent.
I don’t need Noah rushing in here to play knight in shining armor, ready to save me. I don’t need saving.
“You are mine, and you will eventually learn that, little criminal,” he tells me as he pushes harder inside me.
“I don’t belong to you,” I breathe out between moans, and he laughs, fucking me harder.
“Yes, you are. You belonged to me from the fucking moment you decided to kidnap me, little criminal, and I will spend every fucking day proving to you exactly that.” He fucks me harder, and as I’m coming around his cock, I feel him releasing inside me with a groan.
The sound of the doorbell echoes through my house as we fall, breathless, onto my bed.
I turn to look at him, confused about what to do in this situation.
I surely can’t go on a date with another man while this man’s cum drips out of me.
He stands and goes into my walk-in closet.
When he returns, he is holding up a red pair of panties.
He opens a drawer of my nightstand and takes out the pink vibrator he was posing with in the selfie he sent me.
He comes closer and forces the pink toy into my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I ask around the toy.
“Shhh...” he stops me from talking and brings the toy, covered with my saliva, to my entrance.
He pushes it inside me, then helps me put my legs, one by one, into the openings of the red panties.
He pulls my hand, helping me stand, then adjusts the panties on my body and pulls down my dress.
He straightens my hair with his hands, and then he reaches under my dress and my underwear and presses the little button that makes the toy come to life.
“Now be a good girl and go on your date,” he tells me and pulls me toward the door.
He grabs my bag from the vanity next to it and hangs it on my shoulder.
I look at him with wide eyes, confused and annoyed and a little horny because the jealousy on this man is fucking hot.
He pushes me out of the door and locks it before I can argue.
Alex is standing in front of my bedroom, Noah next to him.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Noah explains.
I give him a warning look that promises his upcoming death for this before I smile at Alex. “Ready for our date?” I ask, and he nods. We start walking toward the staircase that leads to my front door, and my phone vibrates in my purse. I open the small bag and take the phone in my hand.
Biker Boy: Good girl.
Fuck you, asshole.