Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
But that thought fizzles out pretty damn quick. Because I don’t really fucking care if he hurts me, honestly.
Maybe he should. At least pain would be something real.
“Hey…” I whisper, inching closer. He’s covering his face with his hands, growling his pain into them. “It’s… okay. You’re not alone.”
I place my hand gently on his shoulder. But his face doesn’t snap in my direction. Instead, he slowly drops his hands, chin tipping up to me at a leisurely pace. When our eyes lock, I see a forest of swirling green and bronze in one thin ring around the vacuous black holes that are his pupils.
Seconds pass like minutes while we stare at one another, and for a moment, I’m overjoyed because I think I helped. I calmed him down.
Man, he truly is stunning.
Time speeds back up, however, when Dash grabs me by the throat.
Uh oh…
Gripping hard, he hauls me over to the cot by my neck and shoves me down. I crash onto my stomach, and before I can even attempt to move, he’s on his knees behind me, pinning me to the bed.
My pulse is whipping as I struggle to pull air into my lungs, fear and confusion and an insane sense of thrill shaking me so hard my teeth are chattering.
“S-stop… what are you d-doing?” I pant, peeking over my shoulder.
He holds my wrists together behind my back with one hand, stuffing my face back into the bed with the other. “Shh.”
He reaches underneath my dress and rips my panties off, tearing them apart as he does.
Oh God, oh fuck…
What is happening right now??
“No… Don’t do this,” I croak into the starchy fabric of the blanket. “P-please, Dash.”
“It’s Officer, Inmate 101,” he growls, cupping my ass cheek in his hand.
Baffled doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling. This is fucking nuts.
He’s calling me Inmate 101…? As in… him?
I’m Dash…?
Which would mean he’s…
“Officer?” I gasp as he spits into his palm, and I gulp.
“I’m really going to enjoy this… Just so you know,” he rumbles, deep and throaty.
Completely different from the way he sounded only moments ago, when he didn’t know I was here. But then I revealed myself, and it was as if he shifted. From himself, Dash, to this whole other person… The Officer.
The Officer is aggressive, dominant… More confident than Dash, and apparently downright ravenous.
I’m quaking and squirming beneath his weight, attempting to buck him off. Sort of…
Truthfully, I’m not trying anywhere near as hard as I could to get him off of me.
I’d like to think it’s because I’m a slut, and I’ve been slutting my way across this island for weeks, and across New York City for years before that.
Sex has become one of the very few things that makes me feel like I own myself; my life, my… body.
But I don’t know if that’s really why I’m not stopping him…
I’m not allowing this to happen simply because Dash is hot and I want to feel something. I think I’m also letting it happen because he doesn’t know who I am…
He’s not about to fuck Angel, or Ari.
He’s fucking Dash.
In his mind, he’s an officer, and I’m the prisoner he wants. I almost have no choice but to let him do this.
It probably seems completely psychotic, but fuck it.
I want to feel what it’s like to be him.
I want to be Dash.
So I say what I think Dash would be saying in this situation. “No… please. I don’t… want to.”
“But this is what I want, Luscious,” he hums, pushing the slick head of his cock between my cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole.
I’m fucking purring, clenching in nerves while writhing into the bed. This is so very fucked up. But it’s also throbbing me down to my core.
“Not… yet…”
“You are so beautiful, baby.” He leans over my back to whisper in my ear. “If you could see what I’m seeing right now, you’d understand why I can’t wait one more second.”
I’m burning alive, the cool air stinging my sticky skin. He licks the shell of my ear, nudging at my entrance while my head spins like a top.
He’s been wanting this… Holding back, restraining himself.
But all the while, he’s been lusting after it. Me.
My body beneath him, at his mercy.
Suddenly, my heavy lids flutter, and I see him.
I feel him, behind me, on top of me.
It’s been years, but I still remember exactly how he feels. The weight of his large body, long limbs of taut muscle, veins, and smooth skin.
“D-dont…” I whimper, pressure building behind my eyes because this is awful and I shouldn’t want it.
I should not want this. Not him.
Touching me, kissing me… Fighting to get in and claim what he already knows is his.
“I own your every sensation, by right.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” my words are ushered out on a pleading breath, betrayed by the obvious tremble of yearning.
“I won’t hurt you, love.” His soft lips dance on the nape of my neck. “Not on purpose, anyway. I just want what no one’s ever had before. I need it.”
“No one else can give you what you need, my angel.”
“Mmff…” Another hoarse whimper fleas my lips, from the sensation of him pushing against me, rubbing more saliva on the spot where his body meets mine.
This is Dash’s first time…
That’s what his officer wants. Needs.
“Relax, Dascha…” The words of The Officer echo while reality fades away, and I get lost in this.
Remembering…
“I knew as soon as I saw you what you’ve been needing…”
“They will never understand you, pajarito. Not as I do.”
Diablo…
Por favor… give me what I need.
The round curve breaks through, and I groan. “Uhhh fuck…”
“That’s it, baby.” His hips move, feeding in more. “Take it.”
Swimming in lust, I’m burning below the waist. But taking it, because I want it.
I need it. I do.
Hips pressing into my cheeks, keeping me trapped between his body weight and the bed, he’s all the way in and I’m crying.
“Unnghh… Diablo. Papi, fuck me…”
“You like that, baby?” He draws out, pulling a ragged mewl from within me. Then he sinks back in. “Mmm, my big cock is stretching your tiny pussy, Dascha.”
Oh God oh fuck…
I throb and leak onto the bed.
“Is this what you want? You wanna feel it…”
“Yes, si si si, fuck me… Oh God, Diablo, fuck my little pussy.”
The bed is creaking, skin slapping echoing off the walls of the tiny cell. Hot flesh slipping and sliding together while his hips mash into mine from behind, that long, perfectly rigid dick sliding in and out.
His pace is picking up, hands rushing down my back as he sits back on his knees, cupping my ass and spreading me open. “Look at you…”
“Ohh…” My eyes roll back when a sharp slice of ecstasy hits from the inside.
“You’re not as unsure as you thought, sweet thing,”
Why…
Why why why is it only him who makes me feel like this??
Why does it have to be him…
My body is stiff everywhere; below my waist, nothing but tingles. He pulls me back by my hips, forcing me onto my knees. Prohibiting the friction in the front.
Now that he’s no longer holding my hands, I bring one underneath myself, thumb grazing the head of my cock. It flutters my belly and wobbles my knees.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he croaks, fucking and fucking and fucking me until we’re both about to break in half. “Tell me you want me to come deep in your pussy, baby.”
I groan out loud, coating my fingers in arousal. “Ah, ffuck… Jesus…”
“Say it, Dascha.” He draws and lulls, riding my body deep.
So deep, I feel him all the way inside…
In me. As deep as my body will allow. Where I want him.
“Diablo…” I cry into the bed. “Fucking come deep in my pussy… Officer.”
I feel him stiffen, then throb. And I feel the wave of his orgasm hitting me inside as his dick pulses.
“Fuck yes, baby…” He sobs hoarsely. “Yes yes yes, I’m coming in you…”
“Show me how sweet you come for el diablo.”
The voice in my brain and the warmth filling me up sets off my own vicious climax. I erupt into a flurry of shuddering and weeping and spraying, coming hard. So hard, I can barely breathe.
I run my palm gently up the length of my erection as it twitches and shoots, pulse after aching pulse onto my hand and the bed. It’s the most intense thing I’ve felt in a long time… Years.
Unfortunately, the high wears off fast. I’m still fuzzy, but as soon as it’s over, reality hits like the cool air stinging my stiflingly hot, sweat-kissed skin.
This isn’t me.
I’m not Dash.
And the devil isn’t my lover. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
And I’m the sheep in wolf’s clothing.
“Such a pretty, broken thing…”
Melancholy sucks me under, like ocean waves during a storm. I’m just panting, lying on my stomach, staring at the dark corner of the room while Dash flops next to me. He scoots in closer, and I wrap my arms around him, amazed by how different he feels.
In the blink of an eye, he’s Dash again. Like flipping a switch.
It is so very messed up, and I feel awful for whatever is going on in his head. I’m weighted to the rickety cot by the guilt of fooling around with someone in the throws of psychosis. Someone who doesn’t even know that I exist, and who doesn’t want me.
He wants his officer…
Not a slutty stranger as a proxy.
At the same time, I know it’s not all my fault. Because Dash’s officer is a wild animal, who needs to be sated. And I feel that…
Maybe we all have a little animal in us.
And when you’re trapped in a cage, you have to sate that need somehow, right?
The truth is that I’m not trapped inside this prison… But I am caged. Held in chains by the man who stole my freedom. Like Dash, I’m also confined on the inside.
So in this severely twisted, depraved and distorted moment, I just hold him to my body, kissing his neck while he drifts. Being his officer for him, just for now. For a few more moments of blissful distraction.
At least one of us should feel the comfort of a warped reality… in the dungeon.